Dorm Domination

Dorm Domination Chapter 8 Mike's Revenge 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 7:

When he had left for college, Mike had told Jeremy that he was going to have to look for a new cockwhore when he got to school. And then he had met Doug, who told Mike about me. Jeremy, too, had found someone else to replace Mike. One of the sophomores on the team had lost a match early in the year, and had to pay his penalty to the new team captain - Jeremy. Jeremy now had his own bitch and used him just as Mike had used Jeremy. When Jeremy told us about his bitch, I wondered if this high school sophomore would have dominated me if we all got together. A fucking high school kid, topping a college stud like me? I thought he probably would.

All too soon, the weekend was over. Jeremy had to go back to school, and Mike and I had classes the next morning. We hoped that our weekend of fun had convinced Jeremy that this was the right school for him. I could hardly wait for next year. But before next year, I would have to survive Mike's anger at me cumming without permission.

• • • • • Chapter 8 - Mike's Revenge

As the door closed behind Jeremy, Mike turned to me. "We have some unfinished business, manwhore," he said. "I didn't want to bring up this ugly business when Jeremy was here, but you embarrassed me. You disobeyed me."

I swallowed heavily. I had the coppery taste in my mouth and stomach from knowing I was in trouble. "I'm sorry. . ." I started.

"Clearly not sorry enough to not cum without my permission," Mike said. "Explain yourself. How did you let yourself lose control like this?"

"Well, I went to the store to buy the dildo like you told me," I explained. "And the guy from class that I told you about - Zak? He was there. He saw me buying the dildo, and he fucked me, and he. . ."

"He FUCKED you?!," Mike yelled, interrupting. "That fucker fucked you? Without my permission?" I nodded my head. I had never seen Mike this angry, not even when I came without his permission. He was really scaring me.

"I would get angry at you for this," Mike said. "But I know you lack all self-control when it comes to cock. Who the fuck is this guy? Who the hell does he think he is? He's going to pay. No one messes with my property without my permission." Mike was storming around the room, putting on clothes. He stopped suddenly, and slowly, that sexy smirk started to form.

"I have a better idea," he said. "Tomorrow at class, you tell him you want to fuck again, and take him to the bathroom in old Kelton Hall. No one ever uses that one. I'll meet you guys there."

"What are you gonna do to him, Mike?," I asked. I liked Zak and didn't want Mike to hurt him.

"You'll see, bitch. Nothing that will leave him scarred. Just something to teach him to respect other people's property. And don't think I've forgotten about your punishment. I want to deal with Zak before I deal with you."

Class started, and no Zak. Mike had been clear: "Bring Zak to the bathroom after class. I don't care how you do it. Your ass got you in trouble, and your ass will have to get you out of it." I sat in the back of the class again, as far away from the other students as possible.

The professor was beginning to lecture on manhood rituals. He was discussing how in many tribal societies, the adolescent boys were taken to a special place - a cave or part of the forest or special hut - with all of the men of the tribe. Women were forbidden. In these sacred places, rituals were performed to make the boys into men. Sometimes they were spanked by all the men. Other times, the men took turns pummeling the boys to toughen them up. The professor was just getting to the ritual of drinking the men's body fluids - usually the combined semen of all the men, but sometimes the urine - when Zak walked in the room and saw me.

"It was thought," the professor said, "And is still thought in some cultures that a man's sperm possesses his masculinity, the part of him that made him a man. By feeding the adolescents this mix of all the masculinity in the tribe, it was thought that the boys would become men."

"Sound familiar, bitch?," Zak said as he sat next to me. "Feeding you all that cum isn't going to make you any more of a man, though. Feeding you cum seems to make you more of a pussyboy. The more you eat, the hungrier you become."

Zak had a jacket - strange since it was so warm out - and sat it on his lap. The big parka overflowed his seat and onto my lap. When I felt his hand grab mine in my lap, I nearly jumped out of my seat. He pulled my hand under his jacket until my hand was on his cock - hard in his pants. If anyone was watching, they would not have been able to tell I was feeling Zak up; the jacket was covering it.

"I've been thinking about your mouth and ass around my cock all weekend," Zak whispered, his mouth so close to me that I could feel his hot breath in tickling my ear. "Your hand will do for now, though."

He unzipped - loudly enough so that a hot guy two rows down turned his head to look - and had me pull out his cock. "Jack it," he said.

As I began to pump his cock up and down, the synthetic material of the jacket was louder the faster I got. I grabbed his cock and jacked slowly. "Faster," Zak said. I sped up, but not enough for him. "FASTER, CUNT, or I ask the professor if he wants to feed his cum to the resident cum eater."

The resulting sound - little zipping sounds as my hand rubbed against the parka - got the hot guy's attention. Zak smiled at him and mouthed the words, "Good cocksucker" to him. The guy's eyebrows shot up, a shocked but not disapproving look on his face. Zak then did the frat boy international symbol of blow jobs: bringing one hand to his open mouth and pushing his tongue against his cheek like it was the head of a cock. The guy swallowed hard and turned back to the lecture. He reached down and adjusted his cock in his pants. From the sizable lump, I knew his cock was rock hard.

As I jacked Zak's cock, it felt slippery, and somehow different than pre-cum - thicker, more viscous.

"Do you feel the slime on my cock, faggot?," Zak whispered to me. "I fucked one of my pledge brothers before class. That's why I was late. His ass was even tighter than yours, but that's because he was still a virgin. He begged me not to ruin his ass, but I took what was mine. My cock still has my cum and his ass juices on it." He pulled my hand from beneath the parka and brought my palm to my face. My hand had smears of white cum on it and another, clear fluid which I knew by now to be ass juice. "Time for breakfast," Zak said.

I stuck out my tongue and lapped the goo off my hands. From the heat of it, I knew it hadn't been sitting on Zak's cock very long. The taste - Zak's cum, a little more bitter than Mike's, and the frat pledge's ass flavor - mixed like a salty-sweet dessert on my tongue. I let out an involuntary groan. When I opened my eyes, the hot guy was openly rubbing his cock through his pants.

With the ass/cum flavor still on my tongue, I yelped as I felt Zak's finger sneak into my pants and press against my hole. He knew how to get to my ass quickly. He rubbed his fingertip around my hole and poked in, one knuckle deep. "Get back to work," he said. I slipped my hand under the parka again and resumed pumping his still-gooey dick.

He pulled his finger out of my ass and brought it to my face. He ran it under my nose and the strong, pungent smell of my own ass filled my head. He smeared a little of my ass juice above my lip and I would continue to smell that smell all day long.

"Get it wet," Zak said, his stinky finger pressing my lips open. "I want to feel all the way up your ass." I suckled his thick finger, enjoying the flavor of my ass on his finger. When it was lubed enough, he snaked it into my ass as far as he could, hitting my prostate and making my dick - hard this whole time - jump.

"You are going to catch all of my cum," Zak said, "And eat it, of course. You are to spread your fingers and show our friend here exactly what you are eating. You are not to cum yet. After class, we're going back to my place and I'm having another crack at this ass. As much as I like my frat brother's ass, I like the idea that so many real men like your roommate have fucked this sloppy hold." He plunged his finger even deeper than before for emphasis.

"Zak," I said. "Can we do something a little different? To fulfill a fantasy of mine? I think you might like it."

"I'll consider it, slut," he said. "What's in your sick little head?"

"I've heard about some bathrooms on campus where guys go to hook up with other guys," I explained, laying the trap. "The idea of getting fucked in a public place with all those guys watching, some of them waiting for sloppy seconds, is a huge fucking turn on to me. I know a place in Kelton where we can go. And maybe our friend will follow." The hot guy had stopped paying attention to the lecture completely and was watching us.

"For you, bitch, and this ass, I'll do it," Zak said, "Sounds pretty hot to me, too, having all those guys watch while I fuck the living shit out of you and you beg for more." His cock was growing in my hand, and I knew he was close. I brought my other hand close, ready to catch his manseed. His finger was driving my ass and cock crazy, and I bucked against his hand, trying to fit more of his finger up my ass.

Through the fog of approaching climax, I heard the term "alpha male" and my attention was wrenched back to the lecture. "Our previous discussion of alpha males and dominance can also play a part in these man making rituals," the professor said. "Often times, the alpha male will show his dominance over the lower males by forcing them to eat his semen. There is some debate about the implications of this act. Some scholars suggest swallowing the semen puts part of the dominant male into the submissive one, giving the alpha power over the submissive. Other theories suggest that swallowing the semen is a feminine act. By swallowing the semen, the alpha male is putting his genetic dominance over the submissive, almost an act of impregnating the lower male with the dominant male's seed." As the professor spoke, I could feel Zak staring at me, smirking.

"I'm going to fuck you in the bathroom," Zak whispered to me. The dirty talk was getting him hornier and hornier. "I'm going to fill your pussy ass with my cum and then let any other guys get sloppy seconds and thirds and forths. When your ass is overflowing with cum, I'll make you eat it all. You'll taste the power of all the men who fuck you today." I pumped faster and faster, the parka creating a ridiculous amount of noise. The hot guy now had his hand down his pants and his face was blissed out like he was about to cum, too.

"Take it! Take my cum, you fucking slut, you fucking whore!" Zak's cock twitched and exploded in my hand. His first blast was so strong that some of it flew up through my fingers. The hot guy knew exactly what was going on, and started cumming in his pants. I saw a wet spot start to form on the front of his pants.

Zak's cock started to die down, and he slumped in his chair. I pulled my hands out and they were covered in Zak's cum. I brought one hand up to my face and inhaled the chlorine smell. When I spread my fingers, the strings of cum made a web on my hands. Looking through my spread fingers, I saw the hot guy looking up at me. He pulled his hand out of his pants and I could see the cum smeared on it. As I stuck my tongue out to lick up Zak's steamy cum, the hot guy stuck his tongue out, too. We tasted the cum on our hands together, our eyes locked. When I felt Zak's hand grab my cock, I started cumming in my pants. The scene I was living - two hot college guys, jerking off in class and eating the loads off their hands while the professor lectured - was too much. By the time I had finished Zak's cum, I had my own cum to lick up. Zak made sure I put my hand down my own pants - without the protective parka - and ate my cum while he continued to finger my hole.

"I hope you liked your first course, because the main course is coming up," Zak said. The professor had finished the lecture and everyone was packing up their books. Zak took his stinky finger out of my hole and made me lick it clean.

Zak picked up his parka, and a look of disgust filled his face. "You missed a spot, faggot," he said, loud enough for two leaving sorority chicks to hear. He passed me his jacket and I saw the spot of cum left there - right in the armpit. I put the parka to my face, smelling Zak's armpit smell left in his jacket, and ate the cum. When I was done, Zak had already left the room and I rushed to catch up to him.

As we walked towards Kelton Hall, Zak and I watched the hot guy follow us, never getting closer than 30 feet or so. "Do you know who that guy is?," I asked Zak. "His name is Nate," Zak told me. "He's in my discussion section. Hot guy. I think he's on the baseball team. Real shy." I looked back, and Nate was lagging behind, pretending not to be following us.

The bathroom was dimly lit, one of the reasons it was so popular with guys cruising. I walked to the second stall from the left, as Mike had instructed, and Zak followed me in. In the next stall over, I looked down and saw Mike's running shoes.

"Are you going to fuck me, Zak?," I asked, my voice just loud enough so that someone in an adjacent stall could here.

"I told you I did, you stupid faggot," Zak said. "That's why we're here. Now pull down your fucking pants and let me get to that ass of mine."

The door to our stall exploded off of it's hinges, the lock shattered. Zak fell on top of me, and I fell onto the toilet. "Don't you mean MY ASS, ASSWIPE?!," Mike shouted after he kicked in the door. He was livid. His muscles were pumped - he told me he was going to work out before meeting Zak - and his eyes were narrow points of hate. I felt sorry for Zak in that moment. I knew that Mike wasn't going to hurt him, but Zak certainly didn't know that.

"Who the FUCK are you?," Zak said, trying to button his pants up.

"I am Mike, this cockwhore's roommate," Mike said. "And we have a debt to settle. You used his ass the other night, without me knowing about it. No one touches my things without my permission."

"Oh my god. . . I'm so sorry . . .," Zak sputtered. It was interesting seeing how these two interacted. Mike was clearly the alpha in this pair. "His ass was just out there, waiting to be fucked. . ."

"What's done is done," Mike said. "And you have a bill to pay. Come with me." Mike grabbed Zak's ear, twisting it, and making Zak follow. Mike walked to the largest stall in the bathroom, and we paraded after. Two guys standing at the urinals watched us go, their eyes wide. I didn't lock the door behind me.

"Strip," Mike commanded both me and Zak. As all three of us undressed, I looked and saw that we were all hard. Zak might have been scared, but he was also turned on. Mike pulled me next to him, his arms around my shoulders. "Knees," he said to Zak, snapping his fingers and pointing to the ground in front of us.

"I don't suck cock," Zak said meekly. Mike's hand was up and slapped Zak's cheek before Zak finished the sentence. He left a bright red handprint on his cheek. "You do now," Mike said. Zak, a look of resignation in his eyes, his cock still rock hard, sunk to his knees.

"You have stolen from me," Mike said, "By using my property without permission. For that, you will kiss my cock." Zak leaned forward and kissed the head of Mike's dick. As he pulled back, a drop of Mike's pre-cum stretched between Mike's cock and Zak's pouty lips.

"You also owe my fucktoy here," Mike said. "You put him in an awkward situation. We both know he has no control when it comes to cock, and you used him without consent. For that, you will kiss his cock." Zak leaned forward and I felt his lips brush the tip of my cock. I could then feel his tongue snake out to greedily eat the drop of pre-cum from my cock. I looked behind me, and three guys were crowding the doorway, watching the action unfold.

"I don't care about the cocksucking and the finger banging," Mike continued. "You can continue to do that all you want, fucker. But what I DO mind is you taking the ass of this whore. Every cock in there stretches his hole more, and makes the feeling less pleasurable for me."

"The way I see it," Mike continued, "Is that your ass owes me at least one fucking." Zak's head snapped up, a look of horror on his face. "No fucking way!," he said, starting to stand. Mike's strong hand on his shoulder, pushing down and squeezing, hard, made him think twice.

"Let me rephrase that," Mike said. "I WILL be fucking your ass. If you're nice, and cooperate, I might even use lube. Otherwise, you're going to be wearing diapers until graduation. Get on all fours."

This was Zak's deciding moment, I knew. He could bolt now and possibly escape. Or he could resign himself to his fate. Mike gave him a few seconds to make up his mind. When Mike reached his foot up and rubbed the underside of Zak's throbbing cock, Mike had Zak. A drop of pre-cum fell to the ground, and Zak turned around, sticking his ass up in the air. Mike was now officially the alpha over the guy who was planning on taking me here to fuck me. Mike's power was palpable in the room.

I had not seen Zak's hole before, and it was beautiful: a dark crevice with a pink bullseye, hairs speckling the crack and leading from his ass past his balls and to his pubes.

"Get him ready," Mike said to me. "I want to rape him, not kill him."

At hearing the word rape, Zak's head spun around and a look of shear panic struck his face. Yet he didn't move.

I knelt behind Zak and spread his cheeks with my hand. His hole winked up at me. I hadn't had a chance to eat Zak's ass before today. I ran my face up and down his crack, savoring the smell and heat. I spanked his ass and watched as his hole pulsed once in shock.

His hole tasted like Mike's, maybe a little less strong, a little less like man. The hair in his crack tickled my nose, and some got in my mouth. I tongue fucked him as deeply as I could. I continued to worship his ass with my tongue while I heard Mike spitting on his cock.

"Enough," Mike said. "Flip over, whore," he said, spanking Zak's ass. "And you sit on his face. I don't want any screams disturbing the natives." Zak flipped over and his cock looked bigger and harder than ever. I positioned myself with my hole right over Zak's face, but facing towards his ass. I wanted to see the action, and I had a front row seat.

Mike lifted up Zak's legs, and handed them to me to keep up, giving Mike easy access to Zak's now wet hole. I could still smell his ass on my face. As I lowered my ass onto Zak's face, I heard him say, "It fucking stinks down here." I could tell his lips were closed as my hole made contact. I reached down and tweaked his nipple, causing him to yelp and open his mouth. I smeared my ass over his face, and eventually his tongue began exploring my asscrack.

Mike put his cock snug up against Zak's hole, and I felt more than heard Zak groaning into my asshole. "Ready to watch me pop a cherry?," Mike said. I nodded eagerly. I knew exactly how this would feel.

Mike thrust his cock down Zak's tight hole in one thrust, his balls coming to rest against Zak's asscrack. Zak let out a huge scream - "FUCK!" - right into my ass. His hands reached up to pull his knees closer to his chest. When Mike's cock entered his ass, his cock spewed so much pre-cum that I thought for a moment he had cum. I began to suck his cock as his ass tried to open to accommodate Mike's monster cock.

"Your ass will never be the same again, my friend," Mike said to Zak. "You will always remember this moment when Mike claimed this ass for his cock. We'll see if we can make you a pussyboy, just like Alex here." Mike pulled his cock out slowly. I moved my head to lick Mike's cock as it pulled out - spit and assjuices combined. Mike pushed in a little bit, and the tip of my tongue was pushed, along with Mike's cock, into Zak's ass. The heat and texture and taste almost made me cum spontaneously. I pushed my ass harder onto Zak's face.

"If you had asked me first," Mike said to Zak, "I would have gladly given you the hole that you're eating now." He pounded his cock in, deeper now. "But you transgressed against me, and I have to fuck you now to show you who the fucking boss is of that ass." Mike spanked Zak, hard. "Your own hole is pretty tight, too. I'm gonna enjoy this ride."

Mike pistoned in and out of Zak's ass. Zak's initial pain must have faded, and I felt him groaning and grunting as Mike's cock pushed against his prostate. I alternated between sucking Zak's leaking cock and licking Mike's shaft as it came out of Zak's ass. When my ass was well lubed, I pulled off and stuck my cock into Zak's mouth. "Finger my ass," I told him, and he did. It was an odd sensation to feel the power I held over this man, a power loaned to me by the real man in control, Mike.

"Yeah, faggots," Mike said. "You both need a real man like me to show you how it's done, how to fuck."

From the door to the stall, I heard someone say, "Can I join in?" I looked up, and Nate was standing there, a solid piece of cock in his hands and his t-shirt pushed up behind his neck. His torso was amazing - a strong chest with ripped lats tapering down to a cut Apollo's belt and a pleasure trail leading from his navel to the thick base of his cock. Mike was also impressed.

"Sure, stud," Mike stud. "Where to you want in?"

"I want to fuck his ass," Nate said, pointing to me. I blushed, my mouth stuffed with Zak's cock.

"Do you hear that, cunt?," Mike said to Zak. "That," SPANK "Is how" SPANK "You get permission" SPANK "To use my pussyboy's ass." SPANK. Mike was thrusting harder and harder into Zak's hole. I wondered if they would both have bruises from the rough pounding.

"Yes, you may use that ass," Mike said. "But you can't cum in it." Nate looked like he had just won the lottery. He stripped quickly and got behind me. After Zak's great job of rimming and fingering me, I was ready for anything. Nate's cock slipped in with minimal effort and I groaned around the cock stuffed down my throat. I glanced up briefly and could see that Mike was staring at Nate, obsessed with his good looks. He was watching my ass, the exact point where his cock entered me. I could tell from his breathing that he was getting close to cumming.

"Everyone's happy now," Mike said. "Thanks to papa bear. See, Zak: you just needed a real man to show you how much you needed cock, too." Mike grabbed Zak's balls and pulled, and that sent an orgasmic chain of events into action.

Zak began shooting his hot cum in my mouth, and his ass bucked against Mike's intruding cock. His sphincter must have clenched around Mike's cock, just how he liked it, and he started shooting into Zak's no longer virgin ass. Tasting Zak's cum for the second time today, and watching my studly roommate shooting sent me over the edge, and I began shooting my second load of the day down Zak's gulping throat. I pulled out much of my cock so that only the head was inside his mouth; I wanted him to taste my spunk, not just swallow it down. My own spasming ass must have rubbed Nate's cock in just the right way, and he had to stop pumping into me or else he would have cum. We were a thrashing, groaning mass of college jocks cumming simultaneously.

Mike broke the chain first, pulling his cock out of Zak's ass. He held it in front of my face, and I knew my role: clean up crew. I licked the cum and ass flavored slime off his cock, and suckled the last remaining drops out of his still hard dick. I took my mouth away and started going for Zak's hole, but Mike's hand stopped my head. "Not yet, you eager cum eater. You're getting a different sort of treat today. Get over here."

I got off of Zak, and Nate let out a whimper as I took my ass away from his still-needy cock. I got on my knees where Mike was.

"This asswipe had sloppy seconds in your ass," Mike said. "It's only fair that you get to fuck his ass with my cum sloshing around in there. Fuck him." Mike left me at Zak's ass, and Mike went to go sit on Zak's face. Nate watched, jacking his cock. "You'll have your turn," Mike told Nate.

I stared at Zak's hole. A drop of cum snuck out, and my first instinct was to lick it up. Instead, I put my cock - hard again - at the entrance to his ass. I smeared the tip of my cock in Mike's cum, lubing it up. Before when I topped, I had mixed results. This time was entirely different. Mike had told me to do this, and I wanted to please Mike. As I pushed my cock into the sloppy hole, I was doing it for Mike, not for me. Even as I topped, I felt like a bottom.

Zak's ass gripped my cock tightly, and I could tell he had been a virgin minutes ago. "What you may not realize, queerboy," Mike said to Zak, "Is how completely you're being humiliated right now. The guy fucking your ass lives to get fucked, not to fuck. Yet you have surrendered to even him. My pussyboy is now fucking you, making you lower than my own whore." For the second time today, I felt that surge of power that Mike was giving me. It made my cock harder in the already wet ass I was fucking. Mike farted then, right into Zak's face, and Mike laughed. "Eat my fart, you cumwhore," he said.

Nate was behind me now, and asked Mike, "Can I fuck him again now?" Mike nodded, yes. "Just don't cum yet. You will, but just not yet."

As Nate's cock entered my ass, I reached threshold. I began shooting in Zak's ass, my third load of the day. Nate was disappointed that I came so quickly, and pulled his cock out, frustrated.

"Bring your cock over to Zak here for clean up," Mike told me. I pulled out, and a drop of cum began leaking down the crack of Zak's ass. I scooped it onto my finger and gulped it down. I didn't want any cum to go to waste on the floor. Mike got off of Zak's face, and Zak began cleaning my double cum and ass flavored cock, his cock still hard, and grunting now, trying to eat as much of my cock as he could. Mike had made him a real cock hound in a matter of minutes.

"Thirds are yours," Mike said to Nate, pointing to Zak's hole. Nate grinned and scooted up, plunging his cock to the hilt in one thrust. "You guys really loosened him up," Nate said. "It still feels great, but I can tell you guys were here first. My cock is swimming in your guys' cum. Feels fucking great."

By the look on his face, I knew Mike was up to something. He walked around behind Nate and looked down at the stud. He knelt directly behind him, grabbing and massaging his shoulders.

"Feel good, being in that ass?," Mike asked Nate. "Fuck yeah," Nate replied. "Better than any pussy I've ever had."

"If it feels this good to fuck," Mike said. "Imagine how good it must feel to GET fucked. Look at Zak's cock. You see how hard it is? And Alex too. Most men get off on having a big cock up their ass." Nate looked skeptical.

"I don't know about that," Nate said. "It's one thing to fuck a guy. Seems like a faggy thing to do to be fucked."

"Does Zak here look like the cockwhore he is?," Mike asked. "Does he look like a faggot?"

"Well, no," Nate said. "Looks like a regular guy to me."

"You look like a regular guy to me, too," Mike said. "Let's see how much you like it." Before he could protest, Mike's cockhead had plunged into Nate's hole, and Nate let out a sexy, pleasure/pain yell.

"Make yourself useful," Mike said to me. "Get me lubed so I don't ruin this kid's hole." I wiggled my way between Mike's legs and found where his cock joined Nate's ass. I licked all over Mike's cock, and tried to get as much spit into Nate's hole as possible.

"Nothing like popping two cherries in the same day," Mike said. He began pushing, and my tongue was again pushed into an ass along with Mike's cock. Nate's ass was one of the best I've ever tasted.

"Holy shit," Nate said as Mike's cock penetrated further. "What the fuck is inside me that feels so good with your cock up there?"

"Your prostate," Mike explained. "That's why these two are such sluts for cock."

"Feels fucking great," Nate said. He pushed his ass back to take more of Mike's cock, which also pulled his cock out of Zak's ass. He began rocking back and forth, getting impaled on Mike every time he withdrew from Zak, and pushing into Zak as his ass rubbed against Mike's dick. I stayed where I was, watching two cocks piston in and out of holes, and sucking on Mike's balls.

The intensity couldn't last long with two devirginized men getting fucked at the same time. Nate shot first, and I wrapped my lips around his balls as they drew up to spew their sperm. Mike came next, and I got to tongue the underside of his cock as it shot. I could feel the warm pulses through his cock as he shot another monster load up Nate's ass. As he continued to piston in and out, I tasted his cum and Nate's ass. Mike even told Nate, "Jack Zak off," and Zak had another orgasm around Nate's cumming cock. I also heard the unmistakable groans and splats as the guys in the doorway jerked themselves to completion.

As Mike and Nate pulled out of the holes they were fucking, I cleaned their cocks. I bent Nate over and ate Mike's cum out of his hole. My prize, however, was Zak's ass. Filled with three cumloads, all from different guys, I dove into his hole head first. I separated his cheeks and lapped the outside, traces of cum there. Mike and Nate pulled him up so he was sitting on my face. I slipped a finger into his hole, and the three cumloads poured into my mouth. I swallowed some to prevent from drowning, and left some in my mouth to savor. He pushed a few times, each time giving me more cum and emptying his ass. I felt a mouth around my cock (Nate's? A guy standing in the doorway?), and I came again, with my mouth flooded with ass flavored cum. Whoever was sucking me off swallowed my load, and kissed my cock before leaving.

We all got up, and Mike started kissing me. Zak came over, and Mike pulled him into a three-way kiss. Nate joined, and it was hard to tell whose tongue was whose. We all agreed we had to stop or else we'd be here all night.

"I thought I'd hate it," Zak told Mike, "But now I know how good it feels to get fucked. I'm sorry I fucked Alex without your permission."

"Apology accepted," Mike said. "And from now on, his ass is yours. You have my permission." Mike stopped Zak from pulling his pants on. "We're not done with you quite yet, though" Mike said.

"You've taken my virginity, had your cumslut fuck me, and had me eat more ass than I can count today," Zak said. "What more could you possibly want?"

"Bend over," Mike said. Zak sighed, but knew he wasn't getting out of this. Mike went to his pants and pulled out a black permanent marker, the type of marker that took three or four days to wash off if you got any on your skin. Mike started to write on Zak's ass, and Zak jumped up. "You can't fucking do that! I have a frat event tonight, and they told us we were going to be naked!"

"Like all good alpha males," Mike said, "I like to mark my territory. Get your ass right back where it was before I really do ruin your hole for anyone else." I could see Zak weighing his options, and again he decided that obeying Mike was the better one.

Mike continued writing, and stood back to admire his handy work, chuckling. "What do you think, my bitch?," he asked me. I looked at Zak's ass, and my breath caught in my throat.

On Zak's two buttcheeks, written in big letters with the crack separating the words was "Mike's Fuckhole." And on Zak's lower back, centered above his crack and just above where his underwear would go, Mike had written, "Insert Cum Here" with an arrow pointing towards Zak's asshole.

"What does it say?," Zak asked me, twisting his head to gauge my reaction. "Is it bad?"

"I think your frat brother's will appreciate it," I said, snickering. Mike finally let Zak go, and he ran to the mirror to see what Mike had written. >From the stall, we heard the scream.

"It should wear off in only a week," Mike yelled to him. We heard Zak curse and pull his pants off, running out of the bathroom. I hoped he would be okay. Mike got Nate's number and we parted ways.

Mike and I were walking back to our dorm for dinner. I stepped off the curb and heard Mike yell, "Look out!" I looked up in time to see a big, burly guy on his bicycle coming down the hill, fast, directly towards me. I tried to get out of the way, but it was too late. The bike hit me, and the last thing I remember is thinking that I was flying.

When I next opened my eyes, there were four studs looking down at me, worried looks on their faces, and two wearing uniforms I didn't recognize.

Cumming next: Part 9 - The Ambulance Ride

Administrative Stuff: * Part 8 has been very fun to write. I hope you like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Special thanks to Gary for the inspiration of the note on Zak's ass. * In typical Amazon.com style, if you liked this story, you might also like on the Nifty archive:

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