Dorm Domination

Dorm Domination Chapter 6 Alex Meets Jeremy

by SailboyLA@hotmail.com

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• Don't read this if it's illegal to read this where you live. * This is a story about men having (raunchy, cumeating, ass rimming, and very satisfying) sex. If you don't want to read this, go elsewhere. * The characters aren't having safe sex because this is fantasy. Please use condoms when you have sex. * Post this story freely and widely, but please include my email credit if you do.

• • • • • From Chapter 5:

Zak pulled his cock out of me and plugged my hole with the dildo. "That'll keep my cum warm for a while," he said. "You leave that in until you get back to your dorm, or I'll talk to your roommate and make sure you're punished. Got it?" I nodded yes as Andy's cock slipped from my mouth. All the guys had left their cum on me and were pulling up their pants again.

"Let's go, boys," Zak said. "See you in class Monday, whore." I pulled my clothes on as they left.

As I got up to leave, I heard a voice say, "Nice show." The voice came from a glory hole cut into the wall between booths. "Thanks," I said, having no idea who this guy was. I left the store, walking as fast as I could with Zak's cum in my ass, plugged by the Mike-sized black dildo, and Andy's cum in my stomach.

• • • • • Chapter 6 - Alex Meets Jeremy

As I walked through the lobby of our dorm, I felt like everyone was staring at me. Here I was, cum on my clothes, waddling from the dildo in my ass, my face probably with traces of cum on it. When I got on the packed elevator, conversation stopped for a moment. A guy towards the back said, "What smells like sex?" A girl behind me giggled. My face burned red.

I sat down at my desk to get some studying done and my ass came alive. I had forgotten I had the dildo inside of me and sitting down, I pushed another few inches into my hole. My cock got hard again. I missed Mike.

I did some studying and called my parents ("Yeah, my new roommate is a really cool guy," I told them. "He's keeping me on track with school work. And he got me a job as the manager for the wrestling team." My dad was especially happy with the manager's job. He'd been trying to get me interested in sports for a long time.). I looked up at the clock and it was 8:59. I got undressed and unlocked the door. I got on our beds and began to rock the dildo in and out of my ass. I didn't need to touch my cock to keep it hard. The dildo - like Mike's cock - was the perfect size to rub against my prostate with every stroke, and my cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum which pooled on my belly. Every few minutes, I had to slow down or else I would have cum.

I was moaning, the rubber cock deep in my ass, when I heard a knock at the door. I froze. I didn't want anyone to see me like this, all fagged out with a dildo up my ass, my cock rock hard because I was loving it. Another knock. I had a quick choice to make: More humiliation? Or Mike's cock? "Come in. Door's open," I heard myself saying, making the choice once again to be a slave to Mike's cock regardless of what I wanted. And maybe, I thought, being humiliated is part of what I want.

"Hey, Alex," a familiar voice said. "We've got a mandatory floor meeting coming up this. . ." From between my spread legs, I saw Greg, our RA, walk into the room. He had been looking at a clip board, and then had looked up to see me skewered on a huge black dildo.

"Holy shit," he whispered, taking the scene in. "I knew you were gay, but I didn't know you were into such kinky shit."

"Greg. . ." I said. "It's not really what you think. Mike put me up to this, sort of a prank, you know. . ." I was beginning to wonder why I still protested.

He walked over to the bed, his eyes unable to look away from the black rubber cock sticking out of my ass. "I've never seen a guy using a dildo before," he said, mesmerized. He reached down and pushed my hand away from the dildo. He took the end and started pushing it into me, further than I could do alone, and twisting it around my hole. I groaned as he hit my prostate and my cock spurted more pre-cum.

"I have utter control over you right now," Greg said. His eyes were wide but glazed over, a perverse gleam in them. "I'm in control of your fucking ass, fag." He pulled the dildo up hard against my ass, stretching my hole painfully wider, to prove his point. I moaned again from the pleasure/pain of it.

"Fuck! Yes, Greg," I said. "You're controlling me, you stud." I reached my hand down to my ass to the point where the dildo joined my ass. A mere half an inch was outside my body now.

"Fucking hot ass," he said. He took the clipboard in his hand and brought it down against my ass and the dildo impaled in it. The swat jarred the dildo against my prostate and warmed my ass cheeks. I yelped and my cock got even harder.

"I'll have to talk to Mike about loaning me that ass someday," Greg said.

He stepped back, and suddenly, he seemed to break from his trance. "Uh. . .Mandatory meeting," he said. "Tuesday. Everyone from the floor has to be there. Okay, Alex?" While he said this, he looked me directly in the eye, ignoring the fact that he had just pounded my dildo-filled ass with his clipboard.

"Okay, Greg. Mike and I will try to be there," I said. Greg turned around and left our room. Weird.

I continued to pump the dildo in and out of my ass. Greg's encounter had nearly sent me over the edge, and I had to fight not to cum. I needed to stay hard for when Mike came home.

Another knock at the door. I hoped it was Mike, ready to take over for the fake cock in my ass. "It's open. Come in," I yelled.

"Pizza?," someone with a Mexican accent asked. "You call for pizza? You Mike?" A latino guy - a kid, really. He looked like he was either in high school or had just finished - stuck his head through the door and saw me. His eyes got huge. Mike had called for pizza?!

"Yeah!," I said, scrambling to cover myself with a sheet now that I knew it wasn't Mike. "Pizza." I was stuck in bed, my money miles away on my desk. Fuck it, I thought. He's already seen the dildo in my ass. I got up and walked, naked, to my desk for the money.

"Que puto eres," he said under his breath. I knew what puto meant - whore. A man whore, actually. And this kid was calling me that. He was rubbing his dick in his jeans.

"How much?," I asked. Ten dollars was the answer. After buying the dildo, I only had $10. Fucking Mike ordering me a pizza, knowing I'd be fucking my ass with a dildo. I had no money for a tip.

I walked over to the delivery guy and gave him the money. "Lo siento. No tengo mas dinero para un. . . tip," I explained in Spanglish. He handed me the pizza but didn't look happy.

"Tengo algo que puedes hacer para un 'tip,'" he said. He had something I could do for a tip. He closed the door, turned around and dropped his pants. "Besa mi culo. Chupalo." Kiss my ass. Suck it.

His skin was perfect - darker than Mike's, that pure latino skin that looks like a great tan. I set the pizza down and knelt on the ground in front of this young punk. From the strong smell of his ass, I could tell he had been running around, working hard tonight. He smelled different from most of the guys I had rimmed, a richer, darker smell.

I kissed his cheeks and ran my nose up and down his crack, enjoying the smell. I grabbed his balls through his legs and gently tugged on them. I reached up and found his cock - uncut and long in my hand. His ass tasted even better than it smelled, and I kissed and lapped at his hole until he was moaning. He said things I didn't understand about "Quien es su papi?" and "Tu lengua siente bien en mi culo." I never knew that I could be turned on by dirty talk I didn't even understand.

He pulled away all too soon and pulled his pants up. His name tag said Juan. He kissed me, full on the lips, his tongue ravishing my mouth. "Thank you, gringo. Best tip tonight."

I went to the pizza box and found a note on it saying, "Alex." It looked like Mike's handwriting. Inside was a note.

"Cunt," it read. "Read these instructions carefully and follow them exactly. First, get the name and phone number of the delivery guy right now. If it is who I think it is, we're gonna need him for later."

Fuck! Juan was probably gone already. I grabbed a pair of shorts and threw them on and ran down the hall. The elevator doors were closing. "Wait! Hold the elevator!," I yelled. I stopped the doors and hopped on the elevator with Juan.

"Quieres mas?," he asked with a smile - did I want more? I blushed again. "Necesito su numero de telephono," I told him. "Porque?," he asked - why did I need his phone number. "Mi amigo lo quiere," I said. My friend wants it. He still didn't understand. "Mi . . . novio . . . lo quiere," I explained - my boyfriend (was Mike my boyfriend?) wanted it. He smiled and nodded his head. "Joto," he said - faggot. I nodded my head, yes.

"Paper," he said as he took out a pen. I had none either. He spun me around and started writing on my shoulder with his pen. I couldn't see what he was writing, but I loved the feel of the pen on my back. It gave me goosebumps.

Juan gave me a quick kiss before he got off the elevator, and pushed the dildo up my ass a few inches, causing my cock to tent my shorts. The elevator opened, and a bunch of returning students packed into the elevator. There were a bunch of guys carrying lacrosse sticks, sweaty as though they came from practice. I pushed the button for my floor.

Behind me, I heard one of the guys snickering. "Check it out, fellas," he said. "Fairy boy here's got a tattoo from his boyfriend." Juan's phone number. Fuck. I reached my hand up to cover it. "No need to hide what you are, faggot," another guy said. "The cum all over your body and the tent in your shorts gives you away without your boyfriend's love note." He took his lacrosse stick and swatted my ass with it, making solid contact with the dildo still lodged in my ass.

"What made that sound, fag?," he asked. "What's up your ass?" I blushed bright red.

"Dildo," I said. No use in hiding it from these guys.

"I've known fags before," another guy said, "But you take the fucking cake for being the most twisted of them all. Walking around with cum on your body and a dildo up your ass. Fuck!" He took a swat with his stick, too, and I nearly came from the dildo jamming against my prostate.

The elevator stopped, and thankfully I escaped. Two more guys swatted my crack, both making direct contact with the dildo which was now lodged almost all the way in my ass. I ran to my room and closed the door.

Mike's note was still on the bed, which reminded me about Juan's number. I looked in the mirror. No wonder the lacrosse guys had been taunting me. "Juan - Big Dick for your culo," it said, and then the phone number. I wrote the number down on Mike's note to me.

"Good. Now for the fun part. I thought you might be hungry," the note read. I was; I had forgotten to get dinner in my rush to get the dildo. "So here's your pizza. The guys there owe me a favor, so I asked them to send their hottest, most dominating stud to our room with a pizza and this note. Only thing is that you're missing a topping on the pizza." I looked - the pizza had cheese only.

"Any piece you eat needs to have cum on it. I don't care whose cum, as long as it's not yours. I will know if you lie to me about this. Save me and Jeremy a couple of pieces, you greedy whore, and don't get any cum on our pieces." It was signed, "Mike - The guy whose cock and ass you worship." There was even a stain on the note that I recognized as pre-cum. I smelled it and it smelled like Mike.

I thought for a moment. I was suddenly very hungry, not having eaten and getting my ass fucked for the last seven hours. I really wanted pizza, but where was I going to get cum? Mike was right - I couldn't lie to him. I sat down to think, and the dildo shoved into me and I had my answer. I still had Zak's cum, and probably a little bit of Mike's, left in my ass.

I got a plate ready with a couple of pieces of pizza on it. I pulled the dildo out and was shocked by how empty I felt without it. I pushed the cum out of my ass and onto my hand. Zak had shot a huge load into me. It was still warm. I shoved the dildo back in, and poured the cum and ass juice onto the pizza. I licked my hand clean, tasting Zak's cum (a little more bitter than Mike's) and my ass. Mike's stare alone would have made me cum right then.

I brought the first slice of pizza to my face. I had heard an urban legend about a fraternity prank where guys stand in a circle around a pizza and the last guy to cum has to eat the pizza with all the cum on it. That story always gave me a huge boner. Yet those guys had been coerced into doing it. Here I was, putting cum on my own pizza by choice. Mike (and the lacrosse player in the elevator) were right - I was the lowest of the low.

I took my first bite which had a huge glob of cum on it. The taste was bizarre and intensely erotic. I recognized the taste of pizza, and the taste of cum. In my head, these had always been very separate tastes, yet they were together. The heat of the pizza had warmed the cum so it tasted like it did fresh from the source. I could also taste my ass. I moaned and my dick spurted more pre-cum.

Each bite was it's own feast. The cum was spread unevenly on the slices, so some were almost all pizza while others tasted entirely of the asscum. I was three bites from the end - saving the piece with the most cum for the last bite - when the door opened.

The guy who walked in could have been Mike's younger brother. Not his little brother, certainly, because this guy was as built and as masculine as Mike. His face was striking, and he walked with a cocky confidence which made me think instantly of Mike. He put his bags down and looked over at me, seeing me for the first time. The grin which spread across his face assured me that this guy - Jeremy, I assumed from Mike's letter - was okay with me, naked, sitting on a dildo and eating pizza covered in cum.

"That answers the first question," he said, his voice a sexy baritone. "Mike did find himself a new pussyboy." He walked closer to me. "Looks like we're in for a fun weekend, my friend," he said.

Finding Mike had been the biggest, horniest blessing of my life. Now this other stud, this new, younger stud, walked into my room and was calling me a pussyboy. My jaw was hanging open, astounded, the piece of pizza halfway to my mouth forgotten.

Jeremy took the last bite of pizza from my hand, looked briefly at the topping, and smirked before wolfing it down. He chewed the piece and savored the flavor.

"Good pizza," he said between bites. "But that's not Mike's cum. Too bitter." How the hell did this stud know how Mike's cum tasted? My mind reeled. As Jeremy reached down, one of his hands on my cock and the other on the dildo, I knew Jeremy was right. This was going to be a fun weekend.

Cumming next: Part 7 - Jeremy shows Alex his place

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