After confessing my fantasies to Ben, he had complete control over me. He knew every button to push and every one of my kinks. He used his knowledge to elicit blow jobs from me almost every evening. I was happy to suck his dick, but Ben made me beg him for it. He got off on seeing me wallow in his piss and drinking his cum. He knew that I couldn't resist him. Outside of the locker room, he started to acknowledge my presence when he saw me on campus. Having one of our star athletes talk to me in the commons did wonders for my social life. All sorts of people suddenly thought that I was one of the cool guys on campus. After about a week of blow jobs, Ben invited me to a party he was having at his house that weekend. When he told me about the party, he said I could come as long as I followed his rules. On Thursday night, after I had sucked him off, he informed me that his only rule was, "Always say yes." I wasn't sure exactly what he meant by that, but I figured he had something planned for me at the party. I showed up at Ben's house at around 10 on Friday night. The party was getting going, and the main floor of his place was filled with athletes and jersey chasers. The girls were drunk and dressed in their sluttiest clothes. Most of them would be full of jock cum before the next morning. The guys were clearly enjoying themselves and were busy competing for the hottest chicks. I immediately felt out of place, but Ben quickly found me and started to introduce me to his friends. Each time he introduced me as a friend of his from class and was, overall, extremely nice to me. Two hours into the party, I was having a lot of fun and finally living the college life that I had dreamt of. I was surrounded by sexy straight jocks who treated me like I was one of the bros. It was a gay cock-hound's wet dream. Around midnight, when I was several beers and shots in, Ben found me. "Come upstairs with me." he said. I followed him up the stairs. He unlocked a door in the hallway and shoved me into a small bathroom that was off limits from the rest of the party crowd. He opened a drawer in the vanity and pulled out a black piece of cloth. "Blindfold yourself." he said. "Ben," I said, "What's going on? I was having a good time." Ben slapped me across the face hard enough that it stung. "What was my only rule?" he asked. "Always say yes." I repeated softly. "Good. Now put on the blindfold," he ordered. I grabbed the blindfold and tied it over my eyes. The fabric was thick and it shut out all the light. "On your knees." Ben said. I eagerly knelt down, hungry for his cock. Instead of feeding me his dick, however, I heard the door shut. I waited on my knees for at least five minutes. When my knees started to ache, I got up and sat on the edge of the bathtub. After a few more minutes, the door opened. Within seconds there was a hand on my neck, and I was forced back down onto my knees. "He's still learning," Ben said to someone else. "He's good though. I promise." "Uh, Ben, man . . . look, I'm not so sure about this anymore." The voice said. His speech was a little slurred, but the guy had a deep, sexy voice. "Trust me. He's good." Ben replied. "I'll leave you guys alone." I heard the door close. I could here heavy breathing and then a fly unzipping. Without any warning or instructions, I felt something brush against my cheek and then press up against my lips. It was definitely a cock. I opened my mouth and started to suck on the head. "Oh fuck, yeah." said the voice. Suddenly, two hands grasped onto my head, and the guy started to skull fuck me hard. His cock plunged into my throat, and I instinctively gagged on it. I pulled back, but the grip on my head was firm. "You got no way out cocksucker." the guy said, "This ends when I cum in your gut." I relaxed the muscles of my throat and tried my best to deep throat the stranger's cock. He was only about six inches, pretty average I guess, so it wasn't too hard once I got used to the way he was fucking my mouth like it was a pussy. I would easily take him into my throat for about five thrusts, then his dick would hit my throat in the wrong way and I would cough and sputter a little bit. After a few minutes throat slime and spit was running down my chin. I started to imagine what this guy looked like. His hands on my head felt strong and athletic. There wasn't a bad looking guy at the party when Ben brought me up, so I figured he had to be one of Ben's hot jock friends. He smelled clean and well taken care of, and in my head I pictured him as a clean cut, baseball type. That was the fantasy that I played out as he rammed his dick into my throat. As I got more into the blow job my cock started to press against my jeans. I reached down and started to unzip my pants to give myself some relief. WIthout warning the dude hit me across the head. "I don't want to see your cock. The only dick you have to worry about is mine." he said. His skull fucking got more aggressive after that, and I did my best to hasten his orgasm. There was little I could do to try to get him off. The speed with which he was fucking my mouth made it impossible to use my tongue or get any suction on his dick. It took him about five minutes, but eventually he tensed up and started to cum. He planted his dick firmly in my throat and shot his load straight into my gullet. I coughed up a little bit of the cum, enough to get a salty taste in my mouth, but otherwise I didn't get to taste much of his man seed. He bypassed my mouth entirely as he painted my throat. After he came, the guy didn't even say thanks. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and cleaned it off with some toilet paper. I heard his pants zip back up, and then the door opened. "Good?" Ben asked. "Great," the guy said. Then the bathroom door closed again. "You okay whore?" Ben asked. He had a towel or something, and he was wiping the slime off of my face. I nodded. "You want another one?" he asked. I paused for a moment, then nodded again. "I got a good one for you, but he might be a challenge. Rumor is he's hung like a horse." Ben said. Again, I heard the door close and was left alone in the bathroom. A minute or two later, the door opened again. "Oh fuck yeah," said the guy. His voice was deep and sounded slightly familiar from somewhere. He was almost certainly black. "I've been waiting two days for this shit. I love getting sucked by gay dudes. My girl hates my fucking dick." "Well, this dude will love it." Ben said. "Did you really piss on him?" the guy asked. "I'd love to piss on a dude. That's something I've never done." "Whore, get in the bathtub." Ben ordered. I immediately complied. Then Ben said, "You can piss on him, but its five bucks more." When I heard that, I realized what was going on. Ben was actually pimping me out. He was charging this guy for the blow-job that I was going to give him. Worse, he was not charging enough. I don't know what the going rate is for getting pissed on, but five bucks was way too cheap. The stranger thought it was a good price, because I heard him give Ben the money. After that, Ben left us alone together in the bathroom. With the commotion of the door shutting and me thinking about actually being a whore, I sort of forgot what was going on. I was rudely brought back to reality when a hot and forceful stream of piss hit me right in the cheek. "Shit, that's nasty," the guy said. He moved his stream over my face and through my hair. When it got back to my mouth, I opened my lips a little and tasted his piss. It was watered down beer piss, and not at all offensive. I opened my mouth wide, and the dude directed his flow straight into my mouth. "Ben said you were a cock-hound, but this is fucking unbelievable." the guy said. I swallowed his piss and made noises of approval. I wanted him to know that I was as into this as he was. Unlike the first guy, this dude sounded playful rather than aggressive. After 45 seconds or so (it was a long beer fueled piss) his flow trickled to an end. The smell of piss surrounded me, and my clothes were soaking wet. "You ready for my dick, boy?" the guy asked. I nodded. For whatever reason, I didn't want to talk, maybe thinking that remaining silent somehow protected my anonymity. "I gotta warn you. Ben said you like things a little raunchy and I like that too, so . . ." I literally smelled his dick getting closer. It wasn't a bad smell, but the dude had clearly not showered in a day or so. His crotch odor had my mouth watering. I wanted to lick every drop of musk out of his pubes. I opened my mouth wide in approval. A huge cock was placed on my tongue. Not just big, but a weighty, thick, massive dick. The head had to be an two inches across, and I could only imagine the massive shaft that lay behind it. I knew that there was no way that this monster was going into my throat. My surprise must have been apparent because the guy said, "Hung like a horse." Then he chuckled and said, "Bet you wish you could see it." He couldn't have spoken truer words. It took all my strength not to rip the blindfold off and look at the specimen and the man attached to it. I knew, however, that breaking one of Ben's rules would have unknown and severe consequences. I closed my mouth around the head of his dick. My tongue made a trip around the tip, and I realized that this guy was not circumcised. HIs foreskin was still covering half of his dick head. My tongue circled around the rim of his skin. "Get under there." he said. I stuck my tongue underneath his hood and was greeted with a tangy taste. It wasn't bad, but it was a little unexpected. I pulled back a little. "Ah, c'mon now, boy. You can't pass up my cock sauce." he said before pushing the head back into my mouth. I pushed my tongue in and started to clean up the raunchy cock juice that had collected underneath his foreskin. After I got used to it, I started getting off on the taste of this natural accumulation of sweat, precum, and whatever else. I pushed up along the bottom of his glans where the flavor was more robust and cleaned up whatever I could find. After I was finished, I went to work on the top three or four inches of the giant cock. My jaw ached as I tried to stretch my mouth around it. There was very little I could do besides suck on the head and tongue him as best as I was able. There just wasn't a lot of room in my mouth for anything else. "Work my balls, whore." he said as he stepped forward. His sticky, hairy sack was pushed into my face. His balls hung low. My nose was planted at the base of his dick and his nuts hung down past the bottom of my chin. I sucked and kissed the skin at the top of his sack, licking up his musky sweat and worshipping his balls. While I worked his balls, his hand was pulling on his dick above me. I could feel his wrist bump into my head on the down strokes. WIth his free hand he moved my face into the area between his balls and his legs. His crotch was moist and fragrant. Throughout the night, he had probably worked up a sweat playing beer pong and monkeying around with all of his buddies. All of that hot sweat had collected here for me to taste and swell. I licked around the base of his scrotum and through his course pubic hair. I inhaled deeply. "Fuck, boy. Get off on my stink," the dude said as he pushed my face around the base of his dick. I sniffed loudly while he groaned. His hand was moving faster above me, and I could tell that he was getting off watching me worship his junk. After I had sated myself on his crotch stink, I started to lick his balls. I licked underneath his sack and lifted his nuts on my tongue. They were heavy, and I doubted I could get both in my mouth at once. I sucked at his scrotum, occasionally sucking one of his nuts into my mouth and playing with it. The mystery guy was getting into it. His hand was working his dick hard and fast above me, and occasionally he pulled his balls up and out of my mouth. "Oh fuck yeah, slut. Worship those balls. You like a real man's nuts?" he asked. I didn't bother to answer with words, but instead pressed my whole face into his crotch. I pushed my face against his skin and rubbed it into his body. The heat from his groin had me sweating now, and I loved the slick feeling of my skin against his. "Dive into my junk, whore. You got me real close." I continued to lick, suck, nuzzle, and kiss his balls and sack while he mumbled approving remarks. This went on for maybe another thirty seconds before he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face away from his body. One of my favorite things about licking a guy's junk is the way the cool air hits your face when he pulls you out of his crotch. The contrast between the musky, humid cock air and the cool air in the room, always sends a shiver down my spine. As I moved a few inches away from his body, I could still smell the lingering aroma of man sex on my face. "Open your mouth, bitch. I want you to eat my load," the guy growled. I opened my mouth and tilted my head back a little. The sound of him working his saliva covered dick filled the room. "Don't swallow." he said. "Keep it in your mouth like a good boy." I nodded. Suddenly his hand was pressed against my forehead, steadying me, and the head of his cock touched my lips. "Fuck yeah. Here's your treat boy." he grunted. His cum hit the top of my mouth and then dripped down onto my tongue. Over the course of the next ten or fifteen seconds, my mouth was filled with his cum. I've never had a load so big in my mouth, at least not one that I didn't swallow as it was being unloaded into me. It felt like a huge amount of cum. As I heard the guy relax and steady his breath, I dutifully waited with my head tilted back. My mouth was filling with saliva and I was drooling in anticipation of eating his load. As at least a minute passed and my taste buds got used to his saltiness, I started to pick up on nuances of flavor in his cum. "Gawd, that was good, man." he said as he ran his fingers through my piss soaked hair. "Go ahead and swallow my juice, slut." I closed my mouth and swallow his load in one gulp. Then I licked around my teeth and lips to get the rest. "You like that cum, don't you, boy?" the guy asked. I nodded enthusiastically. I didn't just like his cum. I also liked the way he fed it to me. "I love your cum, sir." I said to him. "You ever get thirsty for more, talk to Ben. I got plenty more to feed you." he said. With that I heard him zip up before the door closed, and I was left in silence again. A minute later Ben came in. "Wow, that was one happy customer, Luke." he said. I could literally hear the smile on his face. "Thanks." I gurgled out of my battered throat. "Your jaw hurt?" he asked. "Yeah, Ben. I'm pretty worn out." I said. "Are you ready for more?" he asked. I remembered his rule, 'Always say yes.' I didn't think I could manage to actually say it, but I slowly nodded in the affirmative. "You'd do that for me, wouldn't you?" Ben said. His hand was on the side of my head, slicking back my piss soaked hair. "Well, I'm not going to make you. Your whore duties are over for the night." "Thanks," I told him. "Not a lot of guys were interested, actually. After my two trial customers talk you up, though, I'm sure we'll be able to get the whole school down here for your expert lip service." he said. As Ben continued to talk about how proud I'd made him, he started to undress me. First he pulled my t-shirt over my head. Then he lifted me to my feet and pulled off my pants and briefs. Throughout the whole process he was actually very gentle. After he had pulled my pants off, Ben took the blindfold off of me. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light, but when they did, I was pleased by the sight before me. Ben was looking sexy as hell as always. He had a ball cap on now and he looked like he had had a few more drinks. His big dick was hanging out of his fly and bobbing in front of him as he moved around. Ben ran his hands down my back and over my ass. He stopped on one of my cheeks and then moved closer to my hole. When his finger touched my rosebud, I instinctively pushed back. "You know what, I lied, Luke. You're gonna get one more dick tonight." he said. I moaned in approval. "I can feel your pussy twitching in anticipation. Bend over and let me at that ass." he said as he pushed me against the wall. He rubbed his dick against the crack of my ass and pushed his whole body against mine. The roughness of his jeans and the soft cotton of his t-shirt sent tingles through my spine as it touched my bare skin. Ben brought his mouth up against the side of my head. "I've got a plant my seed in your ass to let you know you're mine, Luke. A cum dump like you might forget otherwise." His breath reeked of whiskey. He was stating to hump against me, sliding his dick up and across the small of my back. "You might stink like another dude's piss, but its my sperm that's going to be swimming in your pussy tonight. You want that?" he asked. "Fuck yeah, Ben. Knock me up." I said. "I bet you wish you could have my babies, don't you?" he asked. In the moment, the answer was yes, even if it didn't make a lot of sense. All I knew was that I wanted him to plant his stud seed in me. Ben slid off of me and got down on his knees behind me. He pulled my cheeks apart with his hands and blew on my asshole. Then he spit on it. "That's a nice cunt you've got there." he growled. "I gotta get a taste of that." Unexpectedly, Ben's tongue touched against my asshole. For the next few minutes, he rimmed me out better than anyone else ever had. It was like he was making out with my ass. He kissed it, sucked it, and shoved his tongue inside me. It was everything I could do to keep myself from squealing like a chick as he ate me out. Ben pulled his mouth away, "Fuck that's some good boy pussy." He stood up behind me and plunged his dick into me with one, solid thrust. I felt like my asshole was being ripped in half and literally saw stars. I yelled out loudly and tried to move away. Ben grabbed my piss soaked briefs off the side of the vanity and shoved them in my mouth. "Sorry" he said with a sneer, "guess I should have asked if you were ready." Either because he forgot what he was supposed to do or out of some small amount of pity on my part, Ben just left his cock planted in my guts and didn't move it. I was breathing hard, and every breath I took stunk like the piss from my underwear. I sucked on the fabric and pulled the cold urine into my mouth, trying to take my mind off of the burning pain in my ass. After a minute, my ass had adjusted to the sudden presence of Ben's thick dick inside of it and the pleasures of having Ben's dick caressing my insides and his arms wrapped around my outsides took over. Ben drew his dick out and slowly pushed it back in. He groaned loudly as he did this. He suddenly didn't seem to mind if anyone heard him drilling someone in the bathroom. He long dicked me slowly for a minute or two before he started to pick up the pace. As he started to fuck me more quickly, Ben moved his hands down from my chest to my hips, and then brought them around my pelvis. He didn't seem to be aware of who he was nailing anymore. I was just a hole for him to fuck. He jackhammered in and out of my ass with short, very fast bursts and then would slowly fuck me for a minute or two while he caught his breath. This went on for at least fifteen minutes, and I could tell that Ben was getting tired and needed to get off. The whiskey was starting to take over. I knew that if he couldn't get off inside of me, Ben would be humiliated. Worst case scenario, he would blame me and freak out right there in the bathroom. Best case scenario, he would be too embarrassed to ever see me again. His dick was hard, but his mind was too drunked up to get him over the edge. "C'mon Ben, dump your stud load in my cunt." I said, egging him on, trying to bring him back into the moment. Ben picked up the pace a little. "Breed my ass, Ben." I said. "You want me to breed you like a bitch, Luke?" Ben said. "Get on the floor." I got down on all fours and Ben mounted me from behind. The new position gave him better leverage and his dick rubbed against my prostate as he pounded me. "Uh, fuck yeah, Ben. Give me your load." I said as I got nearer and nearer to orgasm. I reached under myself and took a hold of my dick. After only a few seconds of stroking, my orgasm took over. My ass clamped down hard on Ben's cock, augmenting the feeling of him pulling and pushing on my ass lips as he fucked me. I whimpered and fell to the ground, my ass still in the air but my chest flat against the floor of the bathroom. Ben started to cum. As he did, he bit down into my shoulder. The bite was hard, and left a mark for several days. However, in the heat of the moment, it only made things hotter. Ben matched each shot of cum with a hard, gut wrenching thrust into my bowels. His cum shot deep inside of me as my body was pushed across the floor. Ben mumbled incoherently into my ear as his body tensed up from his orgasm. Baby batter gushed into me as he filled my ass with his juice, and I knew that Ben was right when he said his boys would be swimming inside of me all night. When things calmed down, Ben slid his dick out of me. My ass must have been full to the top with cum, because I could feel warm liquid oozing out of my hole and dripping off of my balls. I turned around as Ben zipped up his pants. He seemed to have sobered up a little since his orgasm. "I'll get you some clothes, hang on." he said. A few minutes later he returned with a crumpled up t-shirt and a pair of nylon shorts. "Sorry, they're not clean." he said with a half-cocked grin. "Not that you'll mind." With that, Ben left me alone in the bathroom. I figured my choices were either to wear his used gym gear or to wear my piss soaked clothes. All things considered, the gym gear was a good choice. I put on the shirt and shorts. The shirt was still pitted out from Ben's workout that day and the shorts smelt like they hadn't been washed in weeks. I reeked like a locker-room, and this, of course, had my dick hardening again. I did not have any dry underwear, so I rushed to get out of the house before I pitched a tent in the thin shorts. I booked it down the stairs and to the front door. I got plenty of strange looks, but I don't think anyone really suspected what was going on. When I got outside, I let myself start to enjoy the smell that surrounded me. I knew that I would wear these cloths and jack off in them countless times over the course of the next few days. When I got to my car, I noticed a tall, probably six three or four, black guy standing by another car talking to some friends. I tried not to stare, but I wondered if this was the dude I had sucked. When I opened my door, the guy noticed me and called out for me to wait up. From his voice, I knew he was the horse-hung stud who fed me his cum. He was tall and had an incredibly well-developed upper body. I figured he probably played basketball or at least wanted to. He jogged over to my car and stepped close to me. Both our bodies were blocked from his friends' sight by my open car door. "That was some blow job." he said. "I . . .uh . . ." I muttered. While I tried to think of something to say, his big paw grabbed onto my ass. He squeezed my cheek. "Boy, I would love to get a piece of that one of these days." he said. "I, uh, really don't know what you're talking about." I said. "Really? Cause I bet . . ." as he said this his hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts, "that Ben planted a load in your ass before he let you leave." His big finger found my asshole and he plunged right in. He was finger fucking me on the street in the middle of a residential neighborhood. He pushed his finger in and out a few times. "Yep, that cunt's been fucked good." he said. "If you're ever up to the challenge, let me know and I'll really split you open." "I'm not . . ." I started to say. Before I could finish my sentence he plunged his cum covered finger deep into my mouth. I instinctively sucked on it. "The fuck you're not." he said. With his free hand he grabbed my hard dick, which was tenting the front of Ben's shorts. He pulled on it a few times before he walked away. My head was spinning. I got into my car and started to jerk my cock as I drove away. Three stop signs later, I had added my first load of jizz to Ben's gym shorts.
