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I pull a frat train
Jock. Tight tank-top. I'm sitting on the windowsill in the upstairs lounge on the Chi Beta house, loving being nearly naked. Out the window is tar beach, roofhampton, the tanning roof. I climb out and lose my tank-top.
I dropped acid an hour ago, and it's kicking in. I feel the elastic mesh of my jock pouch pressing and rubbing on my chubbed-up dick. I just took what's called a disco hit: I wanted to get loaded and high, but I didn't have any need to see the face of god. The colors are sliding together, and when I shut my eyes the eyelid movies start. I feel good.
Chi Beta is the hippie house on campus. Clothing optional, lots of fucking. Even the straight guys will wander in for a blowjob or some quick ass-fucking when they're stoned or horny. I love it. I've cycled through some of the guys on my floor, but it's mainly short-term shit, a week or two of sleeping together and fucking our brains out. I'm mainly a top, I guess, but I expect and want to get it as well as give it. I'm boned up most of the time, and I'm getting hard right now; brother sun is too hot, so I go back in, dropping my jock to the floor and watching my hard dick bounce up stiff, slapping my abs.
I work out in the basement gym, but I'm no muscle-bound lout. I keep fit. I'm moderately hairy, with a hairy ass. My hair everywhere is sunbleached; I'm on the roof most every afternoon. My dick is big, not too long but nice and thick. It is straining up now and the precum is starting to slide down into my bushy pubes; I'm really a leaker. Right now, I can feel every drop of precum pulsing out and sopping down into my pubes.
A guy, Ronnie something, comes into the lounge. I'm sitting on an ottoman, slowing massaging the precum into my dick. I want sex.
"What's up?"
"I'm stoned and horny. I want to get fucked."
"I'm your man," he said, pulling off his jeans and tee-shirt. Black bush, no underwear, hardening dick of a nice size; not too big: I haven't been boned in a couple of weeks, and I want to take it easy.
No chance. Ronnie pulls me up by my hips and spits on my open asshole, then rubs more spit on his dick. He pushed my face down and pushes his dick against my butthole. I wince, but I give it up pretty soon; I know the pain fades fast, once I'm into the fuck. I am seeing stars.
"Let me at him." A stranger's voice. I look over and see two new guys in the room, one of whom I recognize as a sex maniac from the third floor. I've serviced him a few times, and he's brutal. Ronnie keeps fucking me hard.
"I just started."
"You can have him back in a minute."
The third fucker is shucking his books and pulling off his clothes. He is handsome, possibly Latin, or vary tanned. His cock is huge, sticking straight out with a slight curve upward, made for fucking. "Then me." He pulls his tee-shirt up over his head, showing a full shoulder tattoo, recent, bright colors. No, I've never seen him before, tattoos aren't very common. He hooks his half-off tee-shirt over his head, so I can see his big chest clearly, with defined pecs and nice big hard tits. His hands are on his hips as he watches me getting reamed by Ronnie. He doesn't have to touch his dick to keep it rock hard and sticking straight out. I wanted him.
Two more guys came in the room and stripped off. One came up to me and pushed his limp cock into my mouth. I sucked him until he was hard., then he pulled out for the next guy, my lab partner and fuck-friend.
Suddenly my ass was cold and empty. The sex maniac slid right into place and jammed his hard prick straight into me, slamming me breathless. He then pistons relentlessly, popping against the prostate with every stroke.
Another guy comes in, the chapter president. "I heard Bobby's pulling a train. Looks good," he says, as he strips off. A basketball player, tall, with a tremendously long dick, which hardened up but stayed down. My Latino guy is taking it all in, still not touching his very hard dick, while the others kept their cocks hard with occasional tugging.
The sex maniac pulled out without coming. One of the blowjob boys is next, much more hesitant, almost tender until he warms up and starts to fuck me hard, but not as hard as the sex maniac. Again, he stops without cumming. His buddy has me suck his hard dick for a few seconds until he was wet, then he went back and pushed his dick roughly into my gaping asshole. I feel full, soreness building up, but happy and fulfilled like after a good workout, which I guess it is. I squeeze my ass against his thrusts, and he sinks deeper and shouts as he cums deep in my gut. I feel just barely the squirts of cum deep inside me. He fucks me three, four more hard strokes, then he pulls out, a trail of his cum leaking out my ass.
Back to his buddy, whose cock slides in smoothly over the first load inside me. He shoots in a few seconds, and I can feel his cum inside.
Ronnie is back next, fucking me hard but only for a few seconds until he too pulls out; he doesn't want to come yet.
The sex maniac is next; I keep looking at the Latino with the hard dick. I even manage a smile, but he doesn't respond; he is staring at the fat dick of the sex maniac pounding me hard. He finally cums, and my gut is awash with cum. I remember that he came like a firehose; when he first came in me, it felt like he was pissing up my ass, but it was just his cum.
The president is next. He snakes his long penis right through the stretched-open hole and through the pool of semen and starts to give me a slow fuck. I like it when he pulls out almost all the way then runs the long dick all the way in until he bottoms out.
Ronnie comes around to my face and he pushes himself into my mouth. I think he wants to come, so I give him head while I'm being skewered from behind. I can even open my throat for his hard prick. I feel completely full. He comes and I swallow most of it just as the president shoots deep into my guts
But my train isn't done. The latino guy comes over and flips me onto my back. He leans down and licks the excess cum off my chin and then kisses me hard. "How you doing?"
"I want you inside me. Fuck me."
"You're not fucked out?"
Another voice, then two: "Do him. Fuck him." Hew shrugs off the tee-shirt and I can see just how beautiful he is. Hairy pits, smooth chest. His dick is still rock-hard, and a long string of precum drips onto my already wet dick. He rubs out two erections together, then he moves down between my legs, which he pulls open. He teases my butthole with his cockhead, then gently pushes in. He just rests there for a second or two, and then he gives me the fuck of my life. Long, slow strokes alternated with some rabbit-fucking; my prostate is whacked on every stroke. The other guys are gathered around us, yelling and really getting into the fuck show we are putting on. The are all jacking off, ready to cum some more. They cluster around my chest and face, pushing forward; I can hear the slap of the pricks and smell the sex.
He settles in for the long haul. Every wet stroke awakens some new nerves in my butthole, my sphincter, deep in my smooth wet gut, where I can feel him inside of me, everywhere and nowhere all at once. The center of my world is below my balls, deep inside, as he fucks and fucks. The room is silent but for the sound of men beating off and the hot sweat-slap sounds of him fucking me. He pulls out and squats on my stomach. His red, wet dick flexes once, and he shoots out a river of hot cum all over my stomach. Then he collapses for a second, sitting up when he hears the other guys getting close. One, two, three, more, they all shoot their loads onto my chest and stomach.
I can feel the cum slowly leaking from my butthole. He goes down there and sucks all the cum out of my ass. He gives me a wet cummy kiss and then licks the loads off my chest. He finally pulls on my dick, rubbing some cum over it, rubbing it until I am about to shoot. He pushes my cock deep into his throat, and I come hard.
He stays right by me, holding my dick, gently rubbing my sore ass, kissing me, as the other guys get dressed (or not) and leave the room. One final deep kiss and he leaves, naked.
That's what it's like to pull a train. I never saw the latin guy again.