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After the hot orgy the night before (I guess six guys all fucking each others counts as an orgy!), I slept until 10 a.m., the latest I'd slept in years. When I woke up, Damion's arm was laying across my chest, and he had his legs entwined in mine, so I had to move carefully to extricate myself -- though as passed out as he seemed to be, I'm not sure I would have woken him even if I'd dumped him on the floor.
I had dried cum all over my body, particularly around my ass and on my legs, so I jumped in the shower, then put on a pair of sweats, made a cup of coffee, and read for awhile. I thought about running out to grab us some donuts or something else for breakfast, but I was too comfortable enjoying a lazy morning.
Damion finally stumbled out of bed around noon. He came out of the bedroom naked, stretching and rubbing his eyes, and with his dick standing straight up.
"Looks like somebody woke up happy," I said. He plopped down on the couch next to me and leaned against me.
"Of course I'm happy," he growled. "And horny as fuck," he said with a sudden sparkle in his eyes.
All of a sudden, he sprang on me. He grabbed my arms and pulled them above my head, lowering me flat onto the couch, and kissed me hard. His breath still smelled of alcohol, but I didn't care, as he drilled his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him to me, but then he let go of my arms and lifted my legs up so he could hump my ass.
"That was so fucking HOT last night," he said as he rubbed his hard cock against the soft fabric covering my crack. "How many loads did you take?"
"Six," I said.
"You're such a fucking whore," he said. "And I LOVE it."
He laughed, then with a swift movement, he tugged my sweats down below my knees, and I felt his dick against my skin.
"I'm gonna fuck you some more," he said. He spit into his hand and rubbed it on his cock, then he pushed the head against my hole. After all the cock I'd taken the night before, my ass was a little sore and my muscles had closed up, but Damion pushed in anyway. He pulled out and rubbed more spit on his cock then pushed in further, even as my ass resisted.
He pushed hard into me, slowly working his way deeper with each thrust. After a couple of minutes, my muscles relaxed and he was able to slide in the rest of the way. Frankly, I was probably still wet from all of the loads I'd taken the night before. Once he'd bottomed out and I could feel his pubes on my ass, he pulled back, pulling his cock almost all the way out of me, then pounding hard back into me, making his body slam against my ass with a smack. He started plowing me hard, bouncing his body against mine and digging his cock deep into my ass, all the while kissing me passionately. I don't think I'd seen this aggressive side of him before, but I liked it. Since he'd cum two times just a few hours earlier, he was not in a rush to cum again, and his hard pounding gradually began to push me over the edge. His cock rubbed against my prostate over and over. I relaxed and readjusted so that he hit it even more directly, and pretty soon, I was gone. I started moaning like a bitch as electricity shot through my whole body. My cock was rubbing against his belly, and all of a sudden, with a cry that came from my gut, I started to shoot my load all over us. Feeling my ass muscles tighten pushed Damion over the edge, and he shot his third load in less than 12 hours deep inside me. Then he collapsed on top of me, sweating and breathing hard.
After a minute, he gave me one more kiss, pulled his cock out, and sat down next to me. I kicked off the sweats that were still twisted around one ankle and put my arm around him.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning to you, sexy," I said.
"That was hot! Your ass is on fire!" he said
"I would have thought you'd had enough last night," I said.
"Nah," he said. "I woke up thinking about how hot is was watching my boyfriend taking all my friends' cocks, and it made me horny again."
"You still calling me your boyfriend, huh?" I said.
"If you'll have me," he said and cuddled in closer to me.
"Of course I'll have you," I said. "But, Damion, honestly you're just starting college. There'll be plenty of guys you're gonna want to fuck with."
"I know," he said. "I didn't say I was gonna stop. But, I wanna be able to come back here when I'm done." He laughed, with a twinkle in his eye.
Then he got a serious expression and turned his face to mine. "Look, Prof," he said, then added, "Adam. I like you." He shrugged. "I like this. I don't know where it'll go, but I hope we can keep hanging out. And fucking," he added with a wicked smile.
"Of course," I said. "But you need to have fun and not pass up any opportunities that come along."
"Oh, I'll have fun, don't worry," he said. "And same goes for you. I don't care whose dick you ride, as long as you keep riding mine."
He thought about it for a second. "Though it'd be even better if you let me watch. Damn, is it HOT watching you get fucked. You're an amazing bottom."
I laughed. "So, we're boyfriends? But in an open relationship?"
"Sound good to me," he said, and gave me a kiss. "Just let me know when you've been fucked, cause you know I like sloppy seconds!"
Then he hopped up. "I need something to eat!" he said.
He showered and got dressed, and we decided to go out for breakfast. I guess that I should have been worried about being seen having a meal out in public with my student, but we were so far beyond that now, that I didn't even think about it. We went to a diner, not too far from my house, sat in a booth, and ate brunch. I had an omelette, and he ate like he hadn't had a meal in weeks - eggs and bacon and pancakes. We talked easily and hung out for a long time. He asked about my family and what I was like in college. I asked more about his home life and what other classes he was taking.
He got serious for a second. "Prof, are you gonna get bored with me?"
"Why do you ask that," I asked.
"You know. I'm just a freshman. You've seen more of the world."
"I don't think so," I responded. "I'll tell you if I do. But I can already tell that you have a way of keeping things interesting."
He smiled, and I suddenly felt his stockinged foot in my crotch.
"I think I do," he said, with his wicked smile again, as his toes kneaded my cock until it was hard.
"Stop that," I said and scooted away.
"Ah, you're no fun," he laughed.
We ended up spending a couple of hours there, talking and laughing. The waitress kept refilling my coffee cup and kept bringing him glasses of Coke. Damion ordered a waffle, and I joked with him about how he could eat so much and stay so skinny.
"Soccer works off a lot of calories," he laughed. "And so does fucking!"
Finally, we headed out. I left the waitress a big tip, and we drove back toward campus. I dropped Damion off near his dorm, so that he could go change and get the books he needed to study for the weekend, and I headed back to my apartment. Half an hour later, he was back at my place, and we both spent the day working, just enjoying having each other nearby as we focused on our books.
Damion and I soon settled into a routine. We would text every day, but we would usually only see one another on weekends -- well, other than my seeing him in class twice a week. He would come over every Friday and leave Sunday night or, more often, on Monday morning. I gave him a key, so that he could come and go as he pleased. We would spend the days focused on our work, and then in the evenings, we would fuck like bunnies.
If he was getting any action on campus during the week, he didn't tell me about it, but at least one night of the weekend, we would have a guest or two come over. Damion would sometimes show up on Friday night with someone, and they'd usually take turns fucking me. Charlie came one time with a new boyfriend -- he and Teddy only lasted a couple of weeks -- and the three of us took turns fucking him, which was an interesting switch. It was fun to be one of the top studs for a change, though I decided that I definitely like bottoming better. One Saturday, Nathan texted to ask if he and Joe could come over to play, and we of course said yes. The four of us fucked in about every possible combination until two in the morning. They ended up crashing in the bed with us, and we woke up and fucked some more in the morning.
Damion and I decided to spend Thanksgiving together, since he couldn't really go back to California for the short break. I told my family that I needed to stay around campus rather than coming to them, and Damion and I planned a simple meal together. I bought a turkey over the weekend that I let thaw in the fridge, and on Wednesday, Damion and I went to the store together to get the rest of the fixings -- bread for stuffing, a can of sweet potatoes, a can of cranberries, some potatoes to make mashed potatoes. We couldn't decide between pumpkin or pecan pie, so we got one of each. We felt very domestic, shopping together and then cooking together the next day.
On Thursday, we pitched in together to prepare the meal. I got the turkey going first, and then I had him peal the potatoes for mashed potatoes and slice up celery and onions for stuffing. I tried to teach him some cooking basics as we went.
"If we're going to date, I can't always be the one cooking for you," I said, and he gave me a sheepish smile.
The meal was great. I opened a bottle of wine, which Damion tried but didn't like.
"But you're from California!" I said. "You HAVE to like wine.
"I'd rather have beer," he said, and he got himself a beer from the fridge. We ate and drank until we were a little tipsy, then, after we put away the leftover food, we had some pie.
In the end, the holiday scene was probably a bit TOO domestic for us, because after we finished eating, cleaned up, and were lazing on the couch watching TV, Damion suddenly said, "I'm feeling horny. Let's find someone to fuck around with."
"Sure," I said.
He grabbed his phone. "Can I whore you out?" he asked.
"I guess," I said.
He hopped on Grindr and posted, "Cum get some Thanksgiving dessert. I've got a bottom I'm looking to share. Him: athletic power bottom 30 ..."
"I'm 31," I said.
"I know. No one tells the truth on here."
The post went on, "me: in shape top 21."
"21?" I asked.
"Sounds better. If you're too young it scares guys away."
The post continued: "Want to see how many raw loads he can take."
He posted on Grindr and then on Scruff and on Doublelist. Barely a moment later, a message on Scruff popped up. A guy just a couple of blocks away, said he wanted to play. He was "white, 24, average, very top." He sent a picture of his cock, which looked fine.
"cum on over," Damion invited.
"be there in 5," the guy responded.
Damion told me, "I want you naked on the bed, ass up, face down."
I followed his orders. While I stripped naked, Damion stripped down to his boxer briefs. He was wearing a pair that really nicely highlighted his endowment. I grabbed a bottle of lube and some poppers and put them next to me on the bed. Only a few moments later, there was a knock on the door, and I got into position, while Damion went to let the guy in.
"He's back here," I heard Damion say.
I had my face down in a pillow, so I couldn't see who the guy was. I heard him kicking off his shoes and then taking off his clothes. Then I felt his hands on my ass. I could sense that he was nervous.
"Go ahead," Damion said. "He should be nice and tight."
I heard the guy slathering up his cock, then I felt the head push against my asshole. He pushed in, and I could tell that he wasn't too large, which was fine.
"Fuck," I heard him whisper, as he slid all the way inside. He started to pound me quickly, and in just a couple of minutes, I heard him grunt and slam into me, planting his seed.
"Nice!" Damion said.
"Thanks," the guy said, and quickly started to get dressed again. I sneaked a look back at him and saw that he was a white guy with a bit of a gut, dark hair, hairy body, very pale. I guessed that he was probably a grad student.
"Happy Thanksgiving," he said, as he headed out.
I started to get up, but Damion ordered, "Stay where you're at. There's more to come."
"Who else is coming?" I asked.
"You just stay there," he said. "I'm the one whoring you out, so I get to choose."
Seeing Damion take charge like this and being at his mercy, losing my control, was exciting. I found myself extra hard.
Not two minutes after the first guy left, there was another knock on the door, and Damion went to let someone else in. He led the next guy into the bedroom, and while that guy was undressing, there was another knock on the door.
Somebody came into the room.
"How many loads you take?" he asked. I could tell from his voice that he was probably older.
"Just one so far," I said.
"Scoot back," he ordered, and I scooted to the back of the bed so that he could fuck me standing up. I could see that he was stilled dressed and had just lowered his jeans enough to pull out his cock. He was black and had a huge cock, not yet fully hard. He grabbed the lube and stroked his cock a bit, then I felt him pushing against me. Unlike the first guy, I could feel that this guy was big. I took a whiff of the poppers to help loosen myself up, and handed the bottle back to him. He took a long sniff, then started to push into me. He was definitely wide, and as he pushed in, it pushed me further up the bed.
"Don't run away from me!" he said, and roughly pulled me back to him and deeper onto his cock. If I hadn't just taken a load -- and been fucked so regularly by Damion and his friends that I was loosened up -- I never would have been able to take a cock this big. As it was, it took some work to get it in me, but after a few minutes of his pushing, I felt him bottom out. He grunted and started slowly moving in and out. He didn't pound me hard and fast, like some of the young guys, but pushed in and out methodically.
"Squeeze on it," he ordered, so I did. He had such a sexy deep voice.
"That's it," he said. "Squeeze the cum out of me."
While he was fucking me, I was vaguely aware that another guy had come into the room and was getting undressed. I tried to look to the side to get a glimpse of him, but he was out of my range of vision. The top fucking me slapped my ass hard, and I turned my focus back on him, pushing my ass back onto his cock.
"I'm gonna give you my load now, bitch," the guy fucking me said, and a moment later he was grunting, and I could feel his monster tool twitching in my ass, depositing his seed.
He pulled out and stepped back, and Damion said, "Next."
Another guy immediately stepped up and pressed his cock against my asshole. After the monster who had just been in me, his cock slid in easily.
"Nice and sloppy," he said, with an accent of some kind. Maybe Middle Eastern? He started pounding into me. His cock was narrow, but a bit long. I squeezed on it and made him moan.
"Flip over," he said. I turned onto my back and lifted my legs, and the guy immediately plowed into me again. He was naked, and I could see that he was handsome, olive-skinned, with a little patch of hair on his chest. He was skinny, with just a touch of muscle. I guessed that he was about my age, or maybe a year or two older. He looked me in the eyes and then leaned down and kissed me.
"How many loads you take?" he whispered in my ear.
"Just two so far," I said.
"You're so nice and loose," he said, so I squeezed his cock as hard as I could with my ass muscles.
"Oh, shit!" he said. He stood back up and held my legs so that he could jackhammer me, and after maybe five minutes of that, he groaned and unloaded inside me.
He pulled out, and it was only then that I noticed that there were two other guys standing there watching. I hadn't even heard them come in. They were both still clothed but had their cocks out, stroking. One was probably a student - he looked about Damion's age. The other was an older guy, maybe 50, but in great shape, with sexy looking thick salt and pepper hair. As the olive-skinned guy stepped away, the older guy stepped up.
"My turn," he said. He lowered his pants down to his knees, like the second guy had done, and pulled me to the edge of the bed. His cock was average size, and he aimed it at my ass, then pulled me onto him in one swift move.
"Nice!" he said. "All opened up."
He started to pound into me. As he did, I noticed that Damion was on his phone. I couldn't tell if he was making more appointments or filming us.
The guy fucked me on my back for awhile, then told me to roll over and started fucking me from behind. He shot a load in my ass, and then the younger guy stepped up and immediately stuck his cock in me. He was clearly excited by the whole thing, because it only took him about a minute to bust his load in my ass.
"Oh fuck!" he cried as he pounded into me, but after he'd deposited his load, he didn't stop pumping into me,
"Can I keep going?" he asked.
"Sure," Damion answered for me. "Give him another load."
The guy climbed up onto the bed, pushing me forward, so that I was laying down. He lay down on top of me and wrapped his arms around my body so that he could pound hard into me. Now that he'd shot one load, he was able to last a little longer. He fucked me lying down for awhile, then he pulled me up onto all fours and started to plow into me. Just as he was unloading in my ass for the second time, I heard another knock on the door, and Damion went to let someone else in.
In the end, two more guys fucked me. The first guy who fucked me after the young guy left stuck around and watched the next top, then he came back and gave me a second load. So in all, I got a total of nine loads from seven guys. My ass was worn out, and I was exhausted.
After Damion let the last guy out, he came back into the bedroom.
"How's my little whore doing?" he asked.
"I think I've taken all I can," I said. I was lying face down on the bed now, my bare ass exposed.
"You gotta take one more," he said, and I groaned. "Me!" he said, and climbed up onto the bed. He lay down on top of me. I could feel that he was naked now, as his hard cock pressed against me.
"Here," he said, and held his phone up to show me. There was a video of the first guy stripping and then fucking me. While I watched the video, Damion slid himself inside me. I was sore, but I was also opened wide and dripping with cum, so he got inside easily.
As I watched the video of myself getting fucked, Damion slowly started to fuck me too. It was so hot watching myself get fucked. Damion swiped to the video of the next guy, and then when that was done, to the next.
"So fucking hot," he whispered in my ear, "watching you take all those loads." He kept swiping to the next video and kept whispering in my ear as he fucked me. "My little whore, taking every cock I tell you to. ... Such a good boy. ... Your ass is so wet, so sloppy. ... Wanted to give you something to be thankful for."
He started pounding harder. "I'm gonna add my cum," he said, and I squeezed. "That's it, take my load!" He pounded into me and grunted as he shot into me again and again, and at the same time, I came into the sheets. Damion rolled off and lay next to me.
"Fuck!" he said. "That was so hot!" He kissed me. "You okay?"
"I'm worn out," I said.
"I mean, are you okay with what we did? Was that too much? You didn't mind, did you?" he asked.
"No, baby," I said and kissed him. "That was like a dream come true. You know I'm a whore at heart."
"That's why I love you," he said.
I raised my eyebrows and gave him a look.
"Oh, so you love me now?"
"Of course I do," he said. I pulled him in for a kiss.
"And I love you too," I said. We kissed for another minute, then I said, "But my ass is full of cum, and I'm a mess, and the sheets need to be changed, so I need to go clean up!"
I went to the bathroom and showered and cleaned up. While I was showering, Damion changed the sheets, and when I came back, he was sitting in the bed, looking at his phone.
"You wanna see the second ad I posted?"
He handed me his phone and showed me his profile on Scruff that said, "Whoring out my BF today. He's already got a few loads in him but needs more." There was a close up picture of me with a dick in my ass. He deleted the picture and the text and went back to a blank profile.
"Should I worry that you have still profiles on Scruff and Grindr?" I joked.
"Not as long as we keep having this much fun," he responded.
We made out passionately for a while, kissing each other deeply, then exploring each others' bodies with our hands and mouths. We didn't have sex again, but just enjoyed our physical presence. Even though it was still early, the food and the sex had made us tired, and so we soon fell asleep in one another's arms.