2 comments/ 21011 views/ 8 favorites Should Have Known Better Ch. 02 By: knowsbetter "Dirty boy!" he whispered, grinning. "Keep going." My hand was frozen on my cock as he closed the stall door behind him, locked it, and turned again to face me. "I said, keep going." Louder, although still just above a whisper. He wasn't kidding around. His voice was uncanny. I started to rub my cock, still covered in cum and my own spit. He unzipped his pants. I'd barely had a chance to look at his face – clean-cut, muscular, wearing a ballcap, looking for all the world like any average jock on campus – but once his cock came out, that was all I could see. "I'm not" I began. "I know what you are. Open up. And don't stop jerking that cock of yours." I opened up. I let a new cock into my mouth. I kept tugging at my own cock, not quite as large as his but equally stiff. He fucked my face hard, sliding back and forth against my tongue and lips. I didn't understand what was happening, but the abuse and novelty of it, the confusion, turned me on. I knew this was something I shouldn't be doing – even if I were gay, I wouldn't want to be sucking some random in the library - but I couldn't stop. I was dying to come, but whenever I got close he'd thrust further into my mouth, gagging me, or he'd pull back and slap my cheeks. He shot his first blast into my mouth, then pulled out and hit me right in the eye. It stung. He laughed. That stung even more. He grabbed some toilet paper and bent over me, wiping my eyes off, then licking my face clean. "Stand up." I stood up, now thoroughly confused. He turned me to face away from him, and I began to be afraid that he'd want to fuck me in the ass. I wasn't ready for that, no way. He put his left hand on my ass and the other on my cock and began to push me back and forth. He wasn't just tugging at my cock, but at my whole body, moving me backwards and forwards to make my penis move through his fist, slick with come and spit. I moaned incoherently as his middle finger grazed my asshole, and then he stopped just as suddenly. "You don't come until I say. You ask permission." "Unh." He resumed. "Do you want to come?" "Unh." "Whats that?" "Yes!" "Say please!" "Please, can I come?" "Not yet." He stopped again. "What will you do if I let you come?" I wasn't sure what to say. "Will you do whatever I say?" His hands were still on me. They squeezed slowly. I had no will. "Yes!" "Do you promise?" "Yes!" "Come for me." His hands sped up, rocking me over and over again. "Yeah, gimme that come, dirty boy. You're gonna come when I say. Do it." I came rapidly, forcefully. "Now, you owe me. Lincoln hall, side entrance, ten tonight. Be there." Then he was gone. I wiped the remaining semen off myself with toilet paper, pulled my pants up, and walked on shaky legs over to the bathroom mirror. I was flushed, and there was still some ooze on my eyebrows. I washed my face with cold water, dried off with paper towels, and got myself into some sort of presentable shape. I didn't actually look any different from before, but I'd just had the most intense and unexpected sexual experience of my nineteen years. With a guy. And he'd asked me to choose, of my own accord, to come back for more. And I was thinking about doing it. I pushed the thought from my mind. I'd gotten off, I'd cleaned the pipes, that was all. I just needed to do that to finish my paper, and I had. It had been weirder than expected, but whatever, it got the job done and then some. I'd be able to concentrate now. I returned to my table at the library, ignored the stickiness of my cock in my jeans, and finished my paper. Back at the dorm, I took a long shower, imagining I was washing off the shame of sucking two dicks and begging a strange man for permission to come. As I thought about what I was trying to wash away, though, I began to get hard again. Super embarrassing to have to walk back to my room in a towel with a hardon, so I turned the water to cold until I was focused only on that, and then dried off. It was eight PM. Wednesday night. Not exactly a party night, but my roommate was on his way out for a "study date." He used his fingers to make the air-quotes, meaning he was going to start going over philosophy notes with some girl from his class, then get high, then roll around on the floor until her roommate came back and threw them out. Nine PM, and I couldn't sit still. Was I going to go over to Lincoln hall? Of course I was, but I lied to myself about it for almost an hour, getting dressed like I was going out to the library again, or maybe to the campus writing center for help revising the paper, or to a party to blow off steam. I knew where I was going, but I didn't want to admit it. I changed my underwear twice. Who picks out lucky underwear for a study session? When I showed up, he was waiting. Which was good, because I didn't even know his name, and I couldn't exactly ask where he was. Not that he knew my name, I didn't think. "I knew you'd show up, dirty boy. Come on in." Lincoln hall was one of the senior dorms. Frosh like me didn't go there unless we were invited. I'd never been invited. It looked a lot like my dorm, to be honest, but the rooms were bigger and there were fewer people sharing them. Finally he introduced himself. "I'm Erik, by the way." "I'm..." "Jonas, yeah, I know. I looked you up." If I hadn't already been off guard, that would have done it. We got to his room, and stepped inside, and I began to worry about what I'd gotten myself into. "Erik, look, I'm not...." "Jonas, I know what you are. You're a dirty cocksucking little whore and I'm going to make you love it. Now strip." I hesitated. "Let me tell you how this is going to work. You're going to do whatever I say. Not because you have to, but because you need to. Because you want it. I know you want it, and I'm going to make you admit that. If you really want to walk away, you can. But I know you won't. So, do what I say." I looked at the floor. "Take. Off. Your. Pants." I obeyed. The more I did it, the easier it got. I took off my pants, and my shoes, and my shirt. I took off my underwear and showed him my cock. I got on my hands and knees on his bed and let him look at my asshole, afraid he was going to fuck me right then and there, but still doing it anyway, my prick stiff and dripping the whole time. "I'm not going to fuck you." Relief. "Not tonight." Worry. "I'm going to make you beg for it first." Serious fear. He ordered me onto my back and told me to lift my legs up, then pulled a bottle of massage oil from his bureau and poured some onto my cock. "Go ahead, start jerking off. Don't come yet." I did what he said. "You fuck yourself in the ass?" "What?" "Answer me, do you fuck yourself in the ass when you jerk off?" "No...." "You've never stuck anything in your ass?" "Well..." "What?" "I... I rub my asshole sometimes, if... ." "Do it now." I put an oil-slick finger to my asshole, rubbed it back and forth a bit. "Stick it in, whore." I obeyed, my asshole twitching in response. "Good." He'd pulled his own cock out, stiff, proud. "Two." "What?" "Fuck it, I'll do it for you." He oiled up his own fingers, then rubbed them against my ass. "Keep going, dirty boy." He didn't have to tell me. I was on my back with my legs in the air, masturbating furiously. He slid a finger into my anus. Two fingers. Tight. It hurt, a little, but it also felt good. Deep inside me, I could feel them pressing against me from behind. My cock drooled. "You're tight. We're gonna have to work on that." He thrust again, pushing me backwards onto my shoulders, my ass more and more in the air as I kept wanking, my cock now pointed at my face, him looking down at me, working my asshole and tickling my balls. "Should I let you come again?" "Yes!" "Yes what?" "Yes please!" "Ask for it." "Please, may I come?" Yeah, he let me come again. All over my face. But this time, when I'd come, it wasn't over. He didn't let me wash it off. He made me kneel and take his cock in my mouth again. This time I wasn't in a haze of frustrated orgasm. I knew what I was doing: I was sucking a dick. A dick of a guy I'd just met today. The thought humiliated me, and turned me on. Even as he taunted me, even as I gagged a little on his cock, my own erection returned. "You've got come on your face, you little cocksucking whore. Do you want more?" I couldn't answer-- there was a dick in my mouth. All I could do was grunt. "Yeah, you do. You're a natural. You know you need it." And like just earlier that afternoon, he started to come in my mouth, and directed the rest all over my face. It felt electric, seeing him explode onto me. "Now, look at yourself in the mirror. Go ahead, get up close and take a good look at yourself." I walked over to the full-length mirror that was on the back of his door. My lips were swollen and shiny and my face was glazed with my own semen and his. It dripped into my mouth, and onto my chin. My tongue was slick with him. It looked like the the face of a girl who'd been sucking dicks in a porn video. Of a guy sucking dicks in a porn video. "What do you look like?" "Uh, I look, um..." "You look filthy. You look like a cocksucking little bitch." He stood behind me, looking at me in the mirror over my shoulder, rubbing his softening cock against my ass, tickling my renewed erection in the mirror. "And you look like you enjoy it." "Uh, I guess." "Say it." "What?" "Say you enjoy it. Say you're a cocksucking whore and you love it." He squeezed my cock again, and I trembled. I was totally in his power. "I'm a cocksucking whore. I love it." "You're going to do whatever I tell you." "I'm going to do whatever you tell me." "Good." His other hand found my asshole, and wriggled its way inside. "Now, we're going to see how much you meant that." Should Have Known Better Ch. 03 He pushed my head forward, still holding my waist, and I put my arm against the wall for balance. "Don't move." He stepped away and picked something up, stood behind me, and I gasped as I felt the cold drizzle of lubricant on my anus. Something pushed against me. Not a finger, some kind of dildo. It felt too large to fit, and it widened as it pressed into me, and then it sort of slid in and stayed there. I felt uncomfortably full. This was... not hot. It was just gross: There was something in my ass. "You've never used a plug like this before, have you? Don't let it fall out. Now stand up." I stood up, and felt the plug move, clenched my cheeks to keep it inside me. "Listen carefully, because I want you to do exactly as I say. Get dressed and go back to your dorm. Leave the plug in as you walk back. If it slips out, put it in again. You can take it out when you get there, but I want you to wear it for a half-hour tomorrow morning, and a half-hour tomorrow afternoon. No jerking off, no coming -- just put it in and stretch out that asshole for me. And I want you back here at ten tomorrow night." "Why are you still here? And why are you still naked? Get dressed." I bent over to pick up my pants, and the plug squirted out of my ass and hit the floor. I finally saw it: Purple, flanged at the bottom, and it didn't look as large as it had felt. "Pick it up, whore." I'd never been called a whore before. But here I was, lifting a purple butt-plug off the floor, slick and warm from my own asshole, knowing I'd have to cram it back in. I reached behind me and pushed, but it didn't seem to want to go in. "You'll want to squat down a little." I squatted, and pushed, and gasped as it went back in, pushing against my prostate, and feeling, this time, a little sexy. Then I got dressed, clenching carefully to keep it from falling out. He gave me a small tube of lubricant for the plug, and opened the door, slapping my ass as I left. As I walked down the hall, it seemed like the dorm-mates I passed were giving me knowing looks, but I shrugged it off. I felt like I was walking funny, but I wasn't walking THAT funny, just a little slow. I was feeling guilty, and ashamed, and even though I'd wiped the come off my face I still felt sticky and obvious, but I was pretty sure I wasn't. I definitely needed another shower, though, at least so I could wash the butt-plug off: I couldn't wash it in the common sink, and risk being seen by the other people on the hall. Halfway across campus, I started going up a flight of stairs and the plug came out, staying in my underwear. It was a relief to be able to walk properly, and I reached the top of the stairs before remembering Erik's instructions. I looked around furtively, then reached into my pants and crammed it back inside. That's when it hit me: Erik wasn't even there to check. I was doing this because I wanted to, just like he said. Back at the dorm, showered, with the plug hidden safely in my own sock drawer, I fell asleep faster than I'd expected. The next day, my roommate had classes in the morning, and I didn't, so I had the room to myself. I made sure the door was locked, stripped and got out the plug. It didn't look so big. I sniffed it-- I'd washed it off well last night, so it didn't smell like shit. Still. It was dirty by definition. I rolled it around in my hand before realizing that what I wanted to do was put it in my mouth. I sucked on it, getting it wet with my saliva, remembering Erik's cock in my mouth. Sitting on my bed, I rolled back a little and lifted my legs, I drizzled the toy with lube and rubbed some more on my asshole, fingering myself, getting hard, getting ready to fuck myself. Getting ready to break my promise not to masturbate all day. Which wouldn't normally be a huge promise-- I usually did it at least once a day, but there were plenty of days when I didn't, when I was too busy or just didn't feel horny. But here I was, with the room to myself all morning, an enormous erection, lubricant all over my hands and my cock and my asshole, somehow thinking I would manage to not jerk off. I put the tip of the toy against my ass and pushed. It felt harder to get in this time, I guess because last night I'd already been stretched out and ready. Still, I pushed again and it went in. This time it felt good, and when it pressed against me the right way, it felt like it was pushing more pre-come out of my cock, which by now was positively drooling with it. I gave my cock a couple of experimental tugs, and the sensation was incredible, especially if I rocked myself forward, sitting on the base of the plug. Erik's words echoed in my head: Don't come until I say. Get dressed. So, I got dressed, holding the plug against my ass until I could put on pants and underwear. It was nine thirty. I had homework to do before my afternoon classes, and if I could focus on that, I could avoid jerking off and still wear the plug like I'd been ordered. Still, with my ass wet and full, and my cock hard and drooling, I knew that Erik had been right: I was going to beg him to fuck me. After the allotted half-hour, I got undressed again, wrapped a towel around myself, and walked carefully to the bathroom to shower. I knew the hall would be empty, but it still felt like a huge risk: A barely concealed hardon and a sex toy in my ass, and I was walking down the hall in flip-flops and a towel carrying a bar of soap. Our bathrooms, like our dorms, were co-ed, and I wasn't sure whether I was more afraid of a girl seeing me, or a guy. But like I said: I had known nobody would be in the hall: Everyone with morning classes was at them, and everyone with afternoon classes was asleep, and I had the bathroom to myself. The only surprise was how hard it was not to masturbate right there in the shower. In the afternoon, after classes, it was a little easier to avoid: My roommate was in, and there were people awake and about all over the place. I still managed to slip into the bathroom with the toy and the lube, slide it in, and keep it there for a half-hour, then wash it off surreptitiously in the sink. As the hours ticked toward the time I was supposed to meet Erik I found I could barely sit still. Even my roommate noticed, and complained, that I kept getting up and pacing around the room. I apologized and left, thinking I would walk around campus. Of course, I wound up over at Lincoln Hall, about fifteen minutes early. I wandered into the common area, unsure whether I should be there early, unsure whether to wait there or go to his room, or what. You'd think I would have wanted to run away, or just not come back, but I didn't even consider it. I wasn't thinking really clearly at all, in fact. If I had tried to sort it all out my head would have exploded from the confusion: I'd thought I was straight until two days ago, and here I was, showing up at an upperclassman's dorm with a hardon and hoping I'd get fucked. A girl I'd seen the night before was sitting outside, and she looked at me and smiled reassuringly. "Aren't you Erik's new protege?" she asked. Well, maybe that smile wasn't so reassuring. Was she staring at my crotch? Was my hardon that obvious? "I ... I guess?" I said, blushing. "Awww, and shy, too. Well, go on then, he's in his room." Although I'd forgotten it the first night I saw Erik, I was suddenly reminded of the fact that secrets don't keep well in a dorm. Other people on my hall would play loud music when they were having sex, so people couldn't hear them, but everyone knew what they were up to. Erik hadn't put on any music. Confused and embarrassed, but still aroused, I walked down the hall. Erik's room was only a couple doors past, and his door was open. He was sitting at his desk, wearing a pair of jeans, but no shoes or shirt. He got up as I came in and came to the door. "Hey, you're early! Do me a favor and take off your shoes before you come in?" I knelt down and untied my shoes, and he stood close to me, closer than someone would normally stand to a guest, with his crotch right in front of my face. I didn't dare look up but I wondered if he was already hard like I was. With my shoes off I stood up. "And your pants, too," he said, softly. I hesitated. "I know you heard me." I looked up and down the hall. Nobody there, but the common room was really close, and anyone could come in and see before I'd have time to hide. "I said, strip. Now." He wasn't loud, but he wasn't exactly whispering either, and I was afraid that the girl who smirked at me earlier would be able to hear the whole thing clearly. Red with shame and, yes, acutely aware of how turned on that shame made me, I shucked off my jeans as fast as I could, and he let me in. Shutting the door behind us, he asked, quietly again, "So, did you do what I said?" "Yes." He stepped toward me, embracing me and smelling my neck and biting it gently, then grabbed my ass, pushing his crotch into mine. His fingers were searching insistently for my asshole, still slick from the afternoon session with the butt-plug. I couldn't move. He wiggled a finger inside easily, and I moaned quietly. "Dirty boy! Are you ready to be my slut?" Not quiet. There was no music on. I didn't have a choice, though. Because I was, and he knew it. "Yes," I whispered. "Say it." "I'm ... I'm ready to be your slut." "Louder." "I want to be your slut." "Good." He motioned to his desk chair. "Sit down here and put your legs over the arms so I can see your ass. You're gonna love this." I was terrified, but obeyed. He opened a drawer and rummaged around, pulling out a large bottle of lubricant, squeezing some onto my cock and letting it drip down my balls. "Rub that in. Yeah, get it on your ass." "Put your fingers in. Yeah, I want to see you finger your ass like it's a pussy. Get it good and wet. Two fingers at least. You think you're ready to be my whore? You better fuck your asshole like you mean it." He slapped at my thighs, scolded me loudly. "Keep those thighs spread, I need to see that whore ass when you fuck it." I did my best, curling my ass up towards him, spreading my legs. He put a little more lubricant on my hands. "Three fingers, Jonas. That asshole's starving to be fucked and I want to see you do it." "Don't stop," he said, going back to the drawer and withdrawing a dildo. An alarmingly large dildo, easily bigger than his own cock. He pressed it to my lips. "Suck it." I sucked. He jammed it in and out of my mouth, just like he'd fucked my face before, for what seemed like several minutes. All the while I had three fingers in my asshole, sliding back and forth, my cock stiff and slick and brushing against my wrists. I tried to rub it but he slapped my hands away. "Not till I say!" When he stopped, he pulled it from my mouth and showed it to me. "Think you can fit this in your ass?" "No." "You can, and you will. Now get up."
He set it on the floor, where it rested on its base, sticking up. "Get on your knees." I knew where he meant me to be, and knelt over the rubber cock, staring at the crotch of Erik's pants in front of my face. The dildo was wet with my saliva and my ass was wet with lube, and the very tip fit into me, but it widened rapidly and I was sure I couldn't go further. "It's too big!" "Oh, your poor little slut asshole's too tight? Here, breathe this." He held something under my nose, and I inhaled, and felt immediately dizzy. And the dildo slid inside me. I gasped. I wasn't sure what was happening, except that Erik had finally taken out his cock and put it into my mouth, and I was filled and stretched from both ends, dizzy with the sheer sensation of it. "Oh yeah. You like those poppers, little slut? You've got potential to be a real whore. I think you're ready and willing and eager. Do you wanna get fucked?" I nodded and moaned assent. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I nodded and moaned again. He pulled out of my mouth, held the small bottle under my nose again, letting me inhale deeply, then rubbed his cock on my face. He was naked now, too. I hadn't noticed him take off his pants. He hadn't been wearing any underwear. "Lick my balls." I licked. I took one into my mouth and sucked. He seemed to like that, tugging at his cock, bouncing it against my forehead with his clenched fist. He turned. "Lick my ass." I wasn't ready for that, but he put one leg up on the chair, twisted around, and pulled my head towards him. "A real whore rims a man, you bitch. Now lick me. Yeah." I gave it a few tentative licks, and it wasn't so bad, and I loved the way he moaned. The scent of poppers and sweat and lubricant and his balls became intoxicating and I licked his dark anus, feeling it twitch beneath my tongue. When my face and his ass were glazed with my saliva, he stopped and helped me up. The dildo slid out of me and hit the floor with a damp thud. My asshole burned and gaped, and yet I wanted him to fuck me. I was still dizzy from the poppers he'd given me, and he held my arm as I went over to the bed, and then laid me down on my back. I watched as though I were dreaming as he took his pants the rest of the way off, knelt on the bed near my feet. I started to lift my legs, but he pulled them back down and crouched over my own crotch, rubbing against it. And then I was inside him. This, I had not expected. I was ... well, confused wasn't strong enough a word, and probably too clear. I loved it, but I was surprised, and I wasn't sure what was going on, but I knew that Erik was on top of me, enveloping my cock with his asshole, definitely fucking me, totally in control. I didn't last long, but I'm sure I moaned loudly enough for the whole hall to hear. And then he was crawling up toward the head of the bed, bringing his balls and asshole towards my face. "Lick me," he commanded. "Lick me again, and suck your come out of my asshole." Disgusting. Maybe I'd have liked it if I was in that weird fog of being about to come, but since I'd already shot my load, I was horrified. But he was on top of me, and I could see his asshole stretched from my cock, my semen dripping from it slowly. He rubbed against my face, and I held out my tongue, and he pumped away at his cock, mashing his balls against my nose. It wasn't comfortable, and it wasn't a turn-on, but I couldn't resist, borne along on his lust and will to control me. "That's good. You're a good little ass-licker aren't you. You love that come, don't you."
I couldn't respond with anything but a grunt. He stroked my flaccid, lube-soaked cock and it stiffened a little, despite me. "I'm gonna come all over your pretty little face." He did, and then crawled off of me, looking down at my red, come-spattered face. "You like that, whore?" "Yes," I answered, honestly. "Good." He gave me a towel and I wiped off my face, and then he asked me the most confusing question. "You wanna go to a party?"
"Tonight?" "Yeah. Buddy of mine is having a thing. I can bring a guest." I hesitated. "As, like... your date?" "Whatever you want. We can just go to a party. I think you'll like it." I didn't say anything, but when he handed me my pants, I put them on, followed him out, passing the girl smirking in the common room with her laptop. The party was at one of the not-quite-frats just off campus, where a bunch of unaffiliated students lived. Erik got us both beers, and the guys all seemed glad to see him and to meet me. He introduced me as "his buddy Jonas," and although I got a couple of knowing looks it seemed like the most normal thing in the world by now. I was ... I guess I was Erik's new protege. It was mostly guys, but there were some girls there too. By midnight the crowd had thinned out a little, and I'd had a couple of drinks, just a little buzzed. Erik pulled me off to one side and said "hey, let's go to the basement." I followed him down a set of stairs to a low-ceilinged room with a ratty couch and a steamer trunk set up as a coffee table. He kissed me. I know it sounds strange but this was the first time he'd kissed me. The first time I'd kissed a boy. Even though we'd already fucked. At first I was afraid that someone else would come in, and we could definitely hear everyone upstairs walking back and forth. There was absolutely no insulation. But Erik seemed sexually ravenous, and I was swept up in it, doing whatever he wanted, pulling out my cock for him, sitting on the coffee table while he stood up and fed me his cock. I tried to stop when I heard feet coming down the stairs, but he held my head and kept fucking my face. A voice I didn't recognize. "Allright! We got a show!" Erik responded. "Yeah, bro. You want a turn?" "Hell yes." I couldn't do anything but make a few noises of alarm before Erik thrust again into my mouth, hard. "Jonas here will do what I tell him. Won't you Jonas? Because you're a cocksucking slut and you need more dick." The new guy sat down on the couch and undid his belt, pulling out an uncircumcised penis that curved slightly to one side. He slid his hand back and forth on it a little and then said "Come here, Jonas. Let's give you some of what you need." I started to stand up, but Erik held me by the shoulder and guided me to my hands and knees. "Crawl. Get down on your hands and knees and go worship my friend's cock there." I did what I was told. I'd never seen an uncut dick before, not in person, not this close. Not erect. Definitely not in my mouth. The smell of it wasn't bad, but a little stronger than Erik's. He moaned as I put him in my mouth, holding his cock by the base to keep it from gagging. The come tasted just about the same, though, dripping out of my mouth and onto the floor. I sucked what I could off his cock, my own erection brushing pre-come onto his pants leg. "Jesus, dude, this guy really is dying for it, isn't he? You gonna let him come?" "Not yet. I want to save it." "I got some Viagra if you want."
"Well, I still want to make him wait, but I'll take one. Hell, give him one too." This was rapidly getting out of hand. Two guys were deciding when I was going to be allowed to come, and what drugs I was about to take? The stranger buttoned his pants and headed back upstairs. I stood up, and started to put my penis back into my pants. "What the fuck, Erik?" "Do you not like that? Don't tell me you don't like it. I can see how hard you are." He stepped toward me, hooked my pants gently by the waistband, and pulled me close. "Yeah." "So, are you going to do what I say?" "Yeah." He unbuttoned my pants, letting them slide down, and rubbed my asshole with his left hand while pressing softly against my cock. "And when my friend comes back downstairs with the Viagra and the poppers, you're going to do what he says too." "Yeah." "You don't even know his name, do you?" "No." "How does that make you feel?"
"Bad." I meant good. Or, naughty. Or, ashamed and also turned on. I was having an increasingly hard time thinking because Erik's finger was tickling just inside my asshole, thinking of pushing its way in. "Like a slut?"
"Yeah." "Well, it's Steve. Now let's get those clothes off." When Steve came back, I was sucking Erik's cock again, like before, but this time totally naked. I did what they said: Swallow the Viagra and the beer, then get on my hands and knees on the couch. Both of them kept their clothes on, just unbuttoning their pants. Steve rubbed his hands along my sides, rubbed lube into my asshole. I'd never been so hard in my life, and I don't think the Viagra had kicked in yet at all either. "He's never been fucked before." "Really?" "Yep." "Well, you've got dibs on that, then." Should Have Known Better Ch. 03 Steve held out some poppers for me, and Erik stood behind me and pressed up against my asshole. The world began to spin. "Jesus, first time getting fucked is a three-way. This kid really is a whore. And look how hard he is!" My cock always did give off a lot of pre-come. And it was dripping, pointing straight down, moving heavily back and forth as Erik fucked me slowly. Steve pressed his cock against my mouth, and I opened it and did my best to suck him off. When Erik came, I could feel his semen oozing from my ass, and Steve stepped around to take over. My ass was sore and my legs were tired, and I didn't think I could take any more, but Erik came over and looked at my face, bleary-eyed and covered in drool from sucking cock, and I snapped back to obeying him. I didn't even blink when the voices upstairs became voices on the stairs. I knew it would happen with how loud Steve and Erik had been while they were fucking me. Mostly guys. One girl. I could hear her voice above the rest saying "Oh gawwwwd, he's really getting FUCKED." A new cock in my mouth. Steve still pounding at my ass, brushing against something inside me. "Look how hard he is. He's getting into this. Push back on that cock, slut." I obeyed. It wasn't even Erik giving the orders anymore. Just some guy. Just obeying the cocks in front of my face and behind me. My own cock obeying, somehow, jutting out firmly. I couldn't make anything but muffled groans as I came, without even touching myself, all over the couch. I stayed hard. The man in my mouth pulled out and sprayed semen on my face. Someone else took over. There was come in my hair, I was sure of it. A camera flash. I was lost in cock, wondering if I'd come again, not even trying, just letting the whole experience wash over me. And then there were slamming doors, and someone yelled "Police!" and the guys disappeared. I realized all at once just how much trouble I was in: At an off-campus party, underage, drunk, and naked. I scrambled for my clothes, but only managed to find my shirt and one shoe before the officer got to me. He was a campus cop, not city police, so I figured I might get probation or something instead of arrest. I held the shirt over my crotch and I must have been a pretty awful sight because he didn't arrest me at all. He just said "Jesus, are you OK?" Should Have Known Better Ch. 04 "Yeah, yeah, just... trying to find my clothes." "OK, listen, you're not in trouble. Are these your pants?" "Yeah. I. Uh... look... " "You're a student, right?" "Yeah." "Thought so. Here's your other shoe. Get dressed and I'll get you back to campus." The campus cop introduced himself as Mike, and helped me upstairs. He was nice. Sympathetic. I was confused as hell: Was this just a trick to get me to confess to something? Was he being extra nice because he was trying not to be homophobic? In the back seat of the cruiser, my ass felt sloppy with come, and I was pretty sure my face and hair were visibly caked with it, too. It was only when the car pulled up at the campus health center that I realized what was going on: They thought I'd been raped. Humiliation flooded through me again. I don't remember exactly what the nurse on duty said, but I know I must have looked like hell, because pretty quickly my clothes were in plastic bags and I was wearing one of those hospital gowns and sitting on an examination table. She must have told me her name, but I don't even remember what it was. "What did they do to you, honey?" I couldn't quite find a way to explain it. She asked probing questions as she looked for cuts and bruises, checked my blood pressure, looked in my eyes. No, he hadn't threatened me. They. Yes, there were several. No, they didn't force me. No, I don't remember how many. I don't think they used condoms. I didn't notice. No, I hadn't been drinking. "I ... I took a... Viagra, I guess?" I blushed, again, more, as she told me she wanted to examine my anus for injuries. "Does this hurt?" No. No it doesn't. I guess all the stretching Erik had made me do had paid off. It didn't hurt at all. "It doesn't look like you've got any injuries. A little tender?" "Um... no... it's fine." In fact. Oh god. It felt good. And the nurse had two fingers inside my ass. "You're pretty stretched out here. Is this really what you wanted them to do?" I almost cried with relief as I confessed: "Yes. I wanted it. I loved it." And it was obvious I was telling the truth because I was, again, hard. She turned her fingertips upwards, pressing against my prostate, and a bead of pre-come appeared on the tip of my cock. "What is it about undergrad boys that they're just led around by their cocks?" She took her fingers out of my ass, leaving it gaping and empty, drooling come and lubricant. She called out toward the door: "Hey Mike, you better come in here." He appeared, looking concerned, then confused. She explained quickly: "Looks like you didn't find a crime in progress at all - You just interrupted an orgy." "It looks like it's still going on, doesn't it?" "Yes. I mean, look at how hard he is. And that hole is stretched out to hell. Look at all that come oozing out of him." She plunged two fingers back into my ass, and I could hear it squelching. It was like I wasn't even there. Like I was watching myself from somewhere else. I couldn't move. In slow motion, he reached out and rubbed his fingers around my balls and asshole, and then slid one in next to hers. They looked at each other like they'd found a prize and then pulled their hands off me at the same time. "You want to watch me fuck him?" "You know I do." He undid his heavy cop utility belt and took it off, but left his pants on, just unzipping himself and pulling out his cock. I didn't remember how many cocks I'd seen that night but this one, just like all the others, seemed to hypnotize me. Mike loomed over me, his face right against mine, and I thought he was going to kiss me. Had I even been kissed by any of the men I'd fucked tonight? I don't think so. Do boys not kiss? They must. Just not Erik and his friends. Or Mike. He brushed his face against mine and then pulled away and I felt him pushing against my asshole. Inside me. With my legs up on the stirrups, I was wide open and he pressed against my prostate again and again, insistently, bouncing my erect penis back and forth. The nurse was standing off to the side, watching everything, with one hand down her pants. I grabbed my own cock and started tugging at it furiously but she slapped my hand away. It didn't take long before Mike was groaning and the nurse was saying again and again "come inside him, come for me come for me, lemme see that come." She gasped and twitched, and Mike groaned one more time, and pulled out, and I felt more come dripping out of me onto the paper cover of the exam table. I got dressed and Mike offered me a ride. I figured it was better not -- I didn't want to draw attention. I didn't want to go back to my own dorm, with my roommate, so I slunk back to Erik's dorm. Nobody was in the common area and I made it to his door without anyone seeing me. He went to embrace me but then stopped, evidently not wanting to get totally filthy. "Want a shower and some clean clothes?" I did. Leaving my clothes on the floor of his room, I wrapped myself in his towel and we walked up the hall to the common bathroom. It was about 2AM and nobody was around, so I didn't feel too awkward leaving the shower curtain open and telling Erik about what had happened after the party got busted up. Of course, the Viagra was still working, and as I told him, I started to get hard again, and so did he. He took off his clothes and joined me in the shower, kissing me again, running his hands over my chest and down to my ass. It was a little sore by now and it felt good to have him hold my cheeks open and let the warm water run over my hole. Soon enough he pushed me down towards his cock and I knelt on the shower floor, water pouring over me, immersed in getting him as far into my mouth as I could. At some point he turned off the water and the only sound was a quiet dripping and my mouth on his pole. Regardless of how quiet it was, I was so overwhelmed with his cock that I didn't hear the door open. He must have, though, because he flinched, and pulled away from me, before he saw who it was. It was the girl from the lounge earlier, now wearing a robe and slippers. He didn't say anything to her, but she looked at us with undisguised curiosity and hunger. She went into a stall opposite the showers and left the door open as she peed, and Erik put his cock back into my mouth. By now I knew what to do: Whatever Erik wanted. When Erik came, flooding my mouth once again with semen, I looked up. She was standing by the shower watching us, robe open, with a hand not quite rubbing her pussy. "Nice show, boys." Erik grunted noncommittally, catching his breath. "You done with him for tonight? Can I borrow him?" "Of course! Jonas, do what Emily says, OK?" "Uh..." I said. And Erik was gone. Emily handed me Erik's towel and wrapped up her robe. "Come on, it'll be fun! Judging by that cock of yours, you could use a good time." I don't know why I followed. I guess because I was once again hard as a rock and hadn't come. She also had a single room, just a couple doors down from Erik. Letting her robe fall to the floor she guided me to the center of the room and looked at me like a piece of meat. It was kind of disconcerting. I'd looked at women that way, fully clothed of course, but I'd never really been looked at like that. "Bend over, let me see that ass. Put your chest on the bed and prop yourself up. Nice. Spread your cheeks. Let me see that pussy." Pussy? I'm a dude. I don't... oh. Right. My asshole. I could hear her moving around, opening drawers, adjusting something. But I had my face in her sheets (in a strange girls' sheets! A strange, naked girl.) I wasn't really surprised when I felt cold lubricant against my asshole, and her hot fingers inside me. "Go ahead and turn around." A neon swirl of rubber penis jutted from her. That was a surprise. "You wanna suck my cock?" I did. I definitely did. I was drooling for it. "Oooh, I'm glad Erik let me borrow you tonight. We're going to have a good time." She moved it toward my lips, and as I opened my mouth she ran it back and forth along them, then slapped my cheek with it gently. "Lick it for me. Yeah...." I wasn't quite sure what she was getting out of it, because it was hardly moving, but it seemed hot to her, and it definitely seemed dirty enough to me. My cock was, once again (still?) erect. Had I even come tonight? Once? A thousand times? I could barely remember. Was that yesterday? She slid the dildo deeper into my mouth, almost gagging me. It was bigger than Erik's cock, that's for sure, although at least I didn't have to worry about it banging against my teeth. "You can hold it with your hand if you want to stop it from going too deep. Yeah, hold it like that..." She pressed harder, slightly quicker -- not exactly fast, but the pressure from her fucking my face meant I was glad to be able to hold the base against my mouth to keep it from choking me. She slid her hand down her flat belly through dense curls and rubbed her clit slowly and then faster. She stopped thrusting, moaned, grunted, and shuddered. She pulled the toy cock from my mouth and told me to lie back on the rug on her floor, then kneeled between my legs, sliding forward and waggling her dildo toward my balls. She rubbed it across my taint and giggled as my cock pointed urgently up at the ceiling. "You want it, don't you?" I spread my legs, lifted my knees up a little. "Yeah." "Say it." "I... I want it." "You want what?" She teased the fake penis against my slick asshole. "I... I want you to... fuck me." The very tip entered me. "Like this?" "Yes!" "You want it deeper?" "Yes?" I was lifting my hips up, begging for it, trying to fuck my ass up against her, but she wouldn't give it to me. "You have ask for it!" "Oh god, fuck me deeper." "No, louder." "Please! Please fuck me!" That came out louder than I meant. I'm sure it's what she meant though, because when I was loud about it she slid in deeper, smiling down at me, rubbing her clit again, arching her back to rub the head of the cock against my insides. "Do want to come?" "Please! Please! Oh god, I wanna come." "Jerk that cock for me." Finally. "I want to see you come. Come for me, yeah." I came. Oh god, I came, all over my chest and belly. And then she took the cock out, and got up on my face, and made me lick her until she came again. And again. And again. She pressed her pubis against my face so hard I thought my teeth would cave in and her knees would give out. When I woke up in the morning wrapped in her blankets, my tongue was sore and my ass was sore, but I felt like I'd never slept better. She kissed me, wrapped me in a towel, and slapped my ass as I went out the door to find Erik and my clothes. I rushed home, oblivious to anything else, and again desperately in need of a shower. I should have been more careful opening the door, but I was in a hurry, and my roommate was sitting at his computer, hunched over, and startled as I opened the door. We'd both walked in on each other once or twice jerking off, and sort of pretended it hadn't happened. "Oh hey, sorry to surprise you, man. I was out all night..." "No, it's cool." He seemed less annoyed, almost... creepy about it. And then I heard the video that was playing on his computer. I'd never forget that girl's voice: "Oh gawwwwd, he's really getting FUCKED."