Chapter 13 - Finals
The cold weather had come, and with is came finals. Everyone I knew was freaking out about them, except for the few exceptions who either passed without trying or just didn't care. Even the frat house had turned into a quiet place for study. It was rough, especially the times when I had more than one exam in a day.
"Only a couple more days to go, then I'm free for a month" I told myself as I was studying for my Biology final. I only had that and Chemistry left until winter break. I was sitting at my desk, just wearing some loose pajama bottoms, ones that hung really low on my hips when I stood up. Gwen loved them, cuz you could see the top of my trimmed pubic hair when I was standing wearing them.
There was a knock on my door, followed by the sound of it opening. I turned and saw Josh, the tall, broad shouldered blond president of my frat. "Hey man, how's the studying going?" We was wearing loose comfy shorts and a white tee shirt.
"Not great, I just can't seem to focus on reading the material" I confessed. I stood up, and walked across the room to grab a bottle of water from my mini fridge.
"Fuck man, that is hot" Josh said as I walked. I turned, confused, and I saw him staring at my PJ shorts. I looked down, remembering what I was wearing. The gray shorts rode so low on my hips that they were basically only held up by my bubble ass and my dick. Short, trimmed, dark red pubes could be seen out the top of the waistband, and there was obviously no underwear on underneath. Josh was already groping himself through his shorts, staring at me lustfully.
"Josh, we don't have time for this, we both have to study."
"We can't focus anyway, lets just get off and then go back to it" he said as he came over to me. His hands felt warm as he placed them on my hips, feeling the smooth bare skin. His thumbs traced he lines dividing my hips and abs, and I felt his warm tongue on my neck. I closed my eyes and sighed, damn it felt good as he sucked my neck and stroked my flesh. I heard the door close.
"What's going on here?" I opened my eyes and turned my head to see Juan standing in the doorway. Like us, he was wearing comfy study clothes today, just some loose pajama pants, his lean lightly haired torso bare. Juan and I had fucked before, many times, but never before had I told him about Josh. Josh of course, knew about Juan.
"We're taking a study break" Josh said, as he put a hand down the back of my shorts, cupping my ass cheek in his large hand. "Care to join?"
Juan looked frozen. As far as I know he has only ever been with one guy, me. He and his long time girlfriend had broken up months ago, and since then he has used me as a sexual outlet, coming into my bed some night and kissing me, and having sweet passionate sex. He knew we weren't exclusive, though I doubt he had any idea how much I got around. Josh saw the hesitation and grabbed Juan's hand, pulling him to us, and behind me. The two taller guys on either side of me stroked my body with their hands, feeling my smooth pale flesh. Juan kissed the back of my neck, Josh kissed my jaw and cheek. Josh pulled off his shirt and I felt his smooth hard chest against mine, Juan's lightly haired chest on my back. I felt my shorts fall to the floor, leaving me naked between these guys. Soon both of them had lost their bottoms, and we were all naked together. I felt both of their large cocks against me, Josh's against mine, and Juan's between my ass cheeks.
Josh moved me and pushed me onto the bed on my back, and quickly has his tongue in my ass. I moaned my appreciation as he opened up my ass with his thick, hot tongue. Juan watched as Josh worked my hole, watched me squirm and moan. His cock was hard, and he stroked it slowly.
"You seem like a nice guy" Josh commented to Juan. "I bet you've never been in a tag team. Or a 3 way for that matter." Juan shook his head, I wasn't surprised. "Well, I'll give you a choice, you wanna go first or second?" Juan blushed.
"First" he said, quietly. Josh grinned.
"Perfect, I love sloppy seconds. Or thirds. Or fourths" he said, chuckling as he moved aside. Juan moved between my legs on the bed, leaned forward and kissed me as he pushed his cock into me missionary style. I moaned as Juan's ample cock slid deep into me, instantly taking my own cock to full mast. He kissed me and fucked me sweetly, like I was his boyfriend. His lips were by my ear and he whispered to me "I didn't know you were like this." I didn't have to ask what he meant. A slut, a loose tramp who gets fucked by 2 guys at a time at the drop of a hat. I didn't know what to say to him so I pulled his face to mine and kissed him hard. He pumped me faster, and harder, and soon he was moaning into my mouth as he shot his load. He had never cum so quickly before, and I didn't know if it was a good thing or not.
Juan pulled out and got up, and Josh flipped me over onto my hands and knees. While Juan pulled his pj bottoms back on he watched Josh shove his cock into me hard.
"Fuck that's good, love when there is a nice hot load to lube up a slut for me" Josh moaned to Juan. "He ever like that for you? Fresh from a fuck? That's when I like him best, especially when he comes home from working at that gay club." Yeah, I was still working there. No more after parties with Nathan, but the dancing was good money and sometimes (OK often) there was hot sex to be had.
It seemed to be too much for Juan, and he turned and left the room. I felt bad, but then Josh started hammering my ass hard, and it was pushed out of my mind.
"Fuck boy, I didn't know you had a boyfriend" he laughed. "Does he know you've cheated on him like a hundred times?" I moaned and pushed back into is cock, taking him deep. Josh was obviously horny, because he went right for it, no playing around. "Fuck but this cummy ass is hot" he moaned, just before he grunted and flooded me with another load.
I moaned as he pulled out of me, I expected him to leave with me unsatisfied, as that is what Josh usually does. But I guess he was in part wanting to help me study, because he flipped me onto my back and took my cock in his mouth. I moaned loudly, my cock already leaking. I looked down as the Frat President deep throated my cock, sucking it like he was dying for it. I ran my hands in his blonde hair, and soon i was gripping it as i came in his hot mouth. He pulled off of me and leaned in to kiss me, my cum on his lips. Josh did not normally kiss me, and it was so hot, I kissed him back, tasting my own cum.
After that little tryst Josh left me to my own devices, and I actually got some pretty solid studying done. It was going well, until I took a lunch break. When I got back into my room, I checked my email. It was from Professor Gordon. I was confused at first, since i had already taken his final Art History exam and thought i was done with his class. According to his email, I had failed the exam, and thus the class. He did however offer me an opportunity to take part in an extracurricular project in order to earn a pass. Some personal art project, but it required me to be at his home the following night. I was suspicious of course, this was the same teacher who had fucked me over his desk in exchange for not giving me a zero for attendance. But what choice did I have? I could not afford to fail, especially such a stupid class, a liberal arts. My parents would pull me out of college in a second. I emailed back agreeing, and spent the rest of the day second guessing myself.
Somehow I managed to take an exam on Friday afternoon, and at 6pm I was at the address Professor Gordon had emailed me. It seemed like a totally normal house form the outside, what was there to be nervous about?
Prossor Gordon opened the door and smiled warmly when he saw me. He ushered me in, and offered me a drink which I politely declined. The main floor of his house was empty of people, but he told me that his other artist friends were in the finished basement. He then showed me to a bedroom on the main floor where some clothes were laid out. I saw a very nice blazer and button down shirt and pants.
"My little group and I are doing an art series on the male form. We would like to do some photography in some of these designer clothes. After that, we would like to do freehand drawings with you as you take some of them off. I know you have a very nice body and it is just the type we are looking for." I blushed at that part. "If you are not comfortable at any point, we can stop, but of course if we don't have some satisfactory work by then I don't see how I can consider your extra credit assignment completed." He smiled.
There it was. He won't force me to do any more than I want to, but I don't do what he wants, the extra credit isn't assigned. Thinly veiled, but I wasn't surprised. Professor left, and I took off the jeans and shirt I wore. As I picked up the clothes he wanted me to wear, underneath I found more. One item was a very fancy designer jock strap, much nicer than the kind I usually wear. It had a black strap and red cloth which would stand out strongly on my light skin. The second item was a small loop of leather with snaps on the ends, and I quickly realized that it was a leather cock ring. I flushed red again as I snapped it around the base of my cock and balls. I was surprised to learn that I kind of liked it, it wasn't uncomfortably tight as I had feared. I pulled on the fancy jock strap and found that to be very comfortable as well, made of soft material that didn't hold as tightly as my other ones. Then I pulled on the pants, shirt, and blazer, and tied the emerald green tie around my neck. As I looked in the mirror I saw how vividly the tie brought out my eye color, and realized that the Professor must have thought pretty hard about this when selecting the clones for me. Not to mention they all fit perfectly, impressive since I don't recall my suit size coming up in class.
Nervously, I walked down the stairs. I went through the door into the finished basement. I was relieved to see that it wasn't some creepy dungeon. It was actually pretty nice, a bar along one wall, and what looked like a sitting area in front of a big flat screen TV, though the couches were moved against the wall. There was some lighting set up in what was clearly where they wanted me to model. There were eight guys in the room, not as many I had feared. They were all nice, greeted me warmly, complemented the clothes and how they fit me and showed me off. They complimented Professor Gordon on his 'find' of a model. They gave me a drink, and for about a half hour it was meaningless chit chat. For some reason they found it fascinating that I had a girlfriend.
Finally, we got started. I stood under the bright lights, and at first it was unsettling, but then it was kind of fun. I struck poses for the guys, modeled the clothes, and they all told me how gorgeous I was. As extra credit goes it was s good deal. They had me slip the tie off, and unbutton the top two buttons of the dress shirt. A few more pictures, and the jacket came off. Soon the shirt was unbuttoned and untucked, the gentlemen had a great time with that. Something about the somewhat visible but still pretty covered flesh got them going. Finally the shirt was gone, and the final round of photos was the longest. After that we took a break, and thankfully they would not be taking pictures with any less on than that.
During the break, Professor Gordon had me take off the shoes and pants, and I just hung out in the fancy black and red jock. I was not really uncomfortable with this, I had worked at the gay club with Nate a few times now, and being mostly naked with other guys was nothing new, now that the cameras were put away. I had another drink and relaxed, and then we started the last phase of the art project. The guys had all set up easels in a semi circle around where I was to pose. Some had charcoal to draw with, others pencils, paints, and one guy with watercolors. Posing of this part was more of a challenge, because I had to stand very still for long periods of time. After first posing just standing there, they then had me sit on a chair. I leaned slightly back in the chair and my legs were spread, offering a teasing glimpse of my ass in the jock strap. I also had to hold my hands behind my head, to show my armpits. They loved the pose, it showed off my swim toned muscles very well, but it was tough to hold for so long.
FInally all of the guys finished with that pose and I got a rest. Professor Gordon gave me another drink before he asked me to take off the jock strap for some nudes. I was hesitant at first, but then I agreed. It was only art right? The guys all murmured their appreciation of the view as my jock strap fell to the floor, and I posed for them again. They set up a long table so I could lay on it on my back, and they scotched and pained me in a nude lounging position. That was by far the easiest part of the evening, I just had to lay there. When I got up from the position though, the world swam a little, I was dizzy suddenly. I chalked it down to a head rush from standing too quickly, and moved into my last pose. I faced away form the guys and leaned forward with my hands flat on the table. This gave them a view of the musculature of my back and legs and ass. They asked me to stand with my legs a but apart, and I couldn't help but see the similarity to offering up my ass. They obviously loved the eroticness of the pose.
As I was posing, leaning forward, I was starting to feel very hot and flushed. It seemed impossible that I could be drunk, I had only had a few drinks over the course of several hours. I was trying to sort it out, but focusing was difficult. I heard the scraping of pencils and brushes for awhile, and just closed my eyes and listened. After a time, I suddenly felt a body behind me, a man pressing his chest against my back. At first I thought he was there to reposition me in some way, they had done that a few times if they wanted my arms or legs to move slightly in one direction or the other. Then I felt the familiar feeling of a cock head lining up to my asshole. I opened my mouth to object when he pushed in, and my words turned into a moan. As he leaned forward into me, Professor whispered in my ear "You missed my cock didn't you?" my answer was only a moan as my ass opened up for him, feeling his full length rest in me. It was incredibly kinky as he fucked me in front of the other seven men, all of whom had stopped working on their art and were just watching us.
After a few minutes of fucking, Professor pulled out of me, and flipped me on my back on the table. He then waved over one of the others, who took his place between my legs. He lifted my legs apart with his hands and stuffed a fat cock into my ass. "Fuck you were right" the new guy said, panting. "He is one hot slut." My head swam as he fucked me and it felt like he was shooting in no time.
One by one the guys came over to me, and fucked me hard and fast. The erotic 'art' session we had had was obviously getting them all going and few of them lasted long. And they all talked about me like I wasn't there. Professor Gordon told them I was glory hole slut in the school bathrooms, which was only partly true. Still it goaded them on, making them fuck me harder and deeper. Professor Gordon took me last, while the others watched. It turned me on for them to watch as he pummeled my sore ass. He grunted and moaned as he came, shooting the 8th load deep into me. As he did he leaned in close and whispered "I'll miss having such a hot little whore in my class." Now the guys all gathered around me and watched me jerk off on the table. A few of them jerked off with me, and before I shot my own load, I had three of theirs on my chest.
I drove home, not having bothered to clean up. Professor Gordon had let me keep the clothes, which I carried home in a bag. I just kept thinking about how for the 3rd time I had let men use my body in exchange for personal gain. The 1st was for my car repairs, the 2nd for cash, and now the 3rd for a passing grade. Maybe they were right to call me a whore. I thought on this as I walked through the frat house to my room. There were large weird stains on my shirt, from the loads of cum underneath, which did not go unnoticed, but I answered no questions. For all I knew there was a stain in my shorts too, from the 8 loads up my ass. I hadn't put underwear back on. I got to my room, threw the bag of clothes on the floor, and stripped down. I looked at myself in the long mirror I had behind my door. My pale chest was smeared with cum, both mine and some of the Professor's friends'. I turned around, and saw my ass, which had just taken so much cock. I could still see red hand marks on my hips where they had gripped me as they fucked me. I had to admit it, I looked like a whore.
I then lay down on my bed, and pulled out one of my toys I kept hidden away. I slid the large dildo up my hole, felt it slide right in from all the cum lube already there. I didn't question it, I just fucked myself deep while I thought about what I had become, and soon I was shooting yet another load onto myself.
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Ok guys, there it is, sorry about the long wait. To be honest I had trouble writing this chapter, but I made it through! As always, let me know what you think. email me at Phoenixfire543@yahoo.com - Matt