The Intellectual Pansexual Peter de Ruthyn
Chapter 6
"Good morning."
Taylor opened his eyes. His mind felt blank, empty, at peace. His cock felt warm and comfortable. As it turned out, that was because Cassie was sitting on it.
"Good morning to you too." He moved his hips and she sighed. "This is a very nice way to wake up."
"Don't get used to it," Cassie chuckled. "I like your friends' dicks, too, you know." She lay down on top of Taylor's torso, groping for something in her backpack. When she sat up again, she was sucking on her vape pen.
"I also like my friends' dicks. So I get it. Isn't it a little early for that?"
"I've got a pretty tough fitness class this morning, so no." Cassie put the pen down and checked her phone. "And cumming is a good warmup."
"It must be fun to have endless orgasms." The swimmer was guiding the movement of her thrusts, gently stroking her mound and pussy with his thumbs as he eased towards her clit.
"It is. And I have to admit, I'm feeling very satisfied after last night. Never completely, but that was close."
After Josh had bred Taylor and thoroughly de-virginized him, the blonde had gotten down on all fours, spread his legs, and invited Esteban to fuck him. The wrestler had obliged eagerly, and Taylor had sat through dinner with one of Josh's cold steel butt plugs holding two athlete loads in his ass. His dick never stopped twitching. They had come back to the dorm in a hurry, and the two studs had taken it in turn to add a second load apiece to his hole. Cassie had spent the entire time encouraging them and snapping pictures as the more experienced boys bent their new jock lover into every position of which his body was capable. She'd handed the camera over to Josh just long enough to swallow Taylor's cum when Esteban's assault on his prostate became too much for him. The boys, their own lusts momentarily exhausted, had then restored the sexual balance in the room by spending the rest of the night servicing her orally. Most of the time, one of them would be holding her in his arms and making out with her while another ate her out and the third worshiped her feet. The boys traded off, and eventually the licking and sucking became general. Taylor thought vaguely that he'd fallen asleep passionately making out with Esteban. But Esteban was now in the other bed with Josh. He blinked it away. It didn't really matter. He wanted to explode, yet from the stiffness of his morning wood he could tell orgasm was some distance away. Abruptly he remembered something.
"How's it going with Alexa?"
"She's being weird," Cassie gasped, fucking herself faster. "She's giving me evasive answers when I try to talk to her in class. And not texting back. And she keeps looking at me out of the corner of her eye when she thinks I'm not looking."
"Like she wants to fuck the shit out of you?"
"Like she wants to fuck the shit out of me and is so uncomfortable with the idea but can't stop thinking about it."
"Wish she were sitting on my face right now."
"Oh, God fucking damn," Cassie swore, pinching both her nipples at once. She clamped down on Taylor's prick and squirted all over his shaved groin.
"Hey! Don't go!" the swimmer begged as she pulled off him.
"Sorry, handsome," Cassie said. She slid her legs into a tiny pair of sweat shorts and added a tank top. "Just know that I'll be leaking the whole time I'm in class thinking about you." One long, sensuous French kiss was all he got out of her, and then she was gone. Taylor went limp in frustration.
"I saw that," Esteban murmured. Josh was spooning him from behind, the head of his cock peeking through the larger boy's muscular thighs and weeping precum onto them.
"I'm so hard it hurts!" Taylor moaned. Esteban made a noncommittal sound. His own erection was hovering in midair and Josh was quite obviously ignoring it.
Taylor stood up and stretched. He realized that his morning wood was harder than usual. It seemed to reach back inside his groin, too, a bar of pleasurable sensation inside him. A sense of his own power--and his own fragility. In that moment, sober in the cold light of morning, he understood how well and truly fucked he was, in body and in mind. He would never be able to forget this sensation of being newly aware of his physique and sexuality.
He kissed both his lovers gently. "How'd you like the show?"
"It paired well with your roommate dripping all over my hole," Esteban said, disengaging from Josh and sitting up. "How's yours this morning?"
"Sticky," Taylor chortled, flexing his muscles experimentally. "I need a shower. So do you two."
"We slept in too late," Josh complained as they piled into a shower stall. The halls were alive and they had had to hide their erections beneath towels on the way to the bathroom. And several other guys had seen the three of them going into the same cubicle. Well, there was no rule against that.
Esteban slid two fingers comfortably into Taylor's now-stretched hole. "So, now that it's the morning after, how'd you enjoy bottoming for the first time?"
"It was epic," Taylor grinned. He leaned back under the hot spray of water and closed his eyes. "Definitely the most intense sex I've ever had."
"I think you've still got some of our juice up here."
"That's fucking hot. You know what I love most about bottoming?"
"The fact that you're offering yourself to another man," Josh said. "I know, I feel it too. It's better than the actual stimulation." He spread his knees a little, giving Taylor a better feel of his hole.
"You realize how it makes you the ultimate sexual being," Esteban added. "Able to fuck and be fucked. You're complete."
"Yeah," Taylor sighed. "I am now." He winced slightly.
"Sore?"
"A little."
"It'll get easier." Esteban rocked backwards, taking Josh's and Taylor's fingers in his ass at the same time. Their muscled bodies were crammed together in the tightness of the shower stall. "Ironic, isn't it? I break up with my girlfriend so I can get more pussy and I spend most of my first night as a free man buried inside a jockboy."
"Men just like holes," Josh said.
"Okay," Taylor said, pressing on his roommate's prostate until the runner's eyes seemed about to pop out of his head, "you're the sexpert. What do women like?"
"Women like to be kissed and held and teased."
"And neither men nor women really care whether it's a man or a woman giving it to them as long as they get that?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"Uh....guys?" Esteban panted. "Speaking of teasing...."
"You're not going to blow from getting finger-banged already, are you?" Josh challenged him.
The wrestler grimaced. "No, but you're making me really have to piss."
"Do it," Taylor said.
"You serious?"
"I do it in my speedo and in the pool all the time. Like a huge cumshot splashing your body with heat."
"Fuck." Esteban stared at their cocks, all fully erect, towering within inches of each other in the confined space but not touching. Each boy's slit was beaded with precum from the prostate stimulation they were sharing.
"Do it," Taylor whispered again, adding a little more pressure to Esteban's ass.
Piss arced from the muscle boy's cock and splattered on Taylor's chest, running down to drip on his erection. He let out a strangled cry. His own bladder let go, and he bobbed his cock, splashing his friends with his stream. Then Josh was pissing hard on both of them as well. His stream came in two thin sprays from his pricktip, forced into narrowness by his hardness. Hotter than the water from the shower, the liquid trickled down their legs and tickled the soles of their feet, turning all three of them on even more. Their muscles clenched, forcing every last drop out. It didn't quite feel as good as cumming, but it was close, and it lasted much longer.
"How'd you like that?" Taylor asked, smirking at the huge smile on the RA's face.
"I'm gonna do that again," Esteban said. "Fuck. Holy fuck. That was kinky."
"For a swimmer it's pretty natural."
"Maybe I joined the wrong team in high school."
"I missed out on the spandex rubbing, though."
"Water polo," Josh suggested. "You could piss on each other underwater while trying to pull each other's speedos off." He snickered at the thought.
"Now you're making me want to start a gay water polo club," Taylor said. He was kneading his friends' balls now, while each of them had a hand on his dick.
"Mmmm. Hot. How many guys a side?"
"Seven. So we'd need eleven more. Plus a referee, so twelve."
"We might be able to find twelve more slutty jocks. And since players wear double speedos anyway, they can wear their own to practice and then we'll hand out red and blue club suits to designate the sides. And the teams will get chosen at random each time to keep it good-natured."
"And the losers bottom for the winners," Esteban said, polishing Taylor's cocktip. The boys were squirming as they worked each other over somewhat roughly, their wet, sweaty bodies sliding in the steam.
"That's traditional in most gay fiction, yeah," Josh said wryly.
"No reason it can't be true for once." Esteban grabbed the shower gel and squirted it liberally over their cocks before shoving forward and taking all three of their shafts in his two hands. The slipperiness felt fantastic. They needed to cum so badly--but the lube would make it harder for them to do so. Their desire was such that they could no longer control their groans. Even a triple kiss, tongues seeking furiously for others, wasn't enough to silence them. None of them could tell who came first; all they knew was that at some point their need eased and great clumps of semen were dripping from their hands and dicks to lie whitely atop their tanned feet before the shower washed them away.
"Think anyone heard that?" Taylor gasped, finally.
"Probably," Josh giggled, leaning against the bigger boys.
"It's not against the rules," Esteban shrugged. He started lathering them up properly.
"We're definitely not going to have time for a workout now."
"Maybe this afternoon then?"
"Can't," Josh said. "I have a date."
"A date or a hookup?"
"Could be either. It's with this really hot couple I've met a few times. They might dress me up and take me out for a romantic evening--with no underwear on and a vibrating plug in my ass. Or we might just fuck by the pool. Sometimes we flip, sometimes they make me their bottom boy all afternoon. And one time they strapped me to the wall of the playroom, gagged me, and then made me watch for hours while they played and edged each other without touching me one single time. That was mindblowing in a way I can't begin to describe."
"And I thought watersports was getting kinky," Esteban said, laughing.
Josh shrugged. "In my book it is. It's this guy who's been getting me into it lately." He pulled Taylor in for a kiss.
"Have fun," the blonde said when he came up for air. He turned to Esteban. "How about you and me this afternoon, then?"
"I'm on duty till six. After that?"
"Works for me. Bring Cassie if she's with you."
"Yeah, she probably will be."
"Great. If I don't find something to do I'll probably stop by."
"Someone to do, you mean," Josh mock-scolded him. "You're a jockslut. Act like one!"
"Yes, teacher," Taylor said sarcastically, grinding his hips against the smaller boy.
"That's more like it!" Josh exclaimed approvingly. He was hard again.
The boys shared a three-way kiss in the hall in front of half a dozen astonished kids waiting for the elevator before heading back to their rooms. Taylor hung up his towel and pulled a pair of khaki shorts out of his dresser.
"What, no drag chutes today?" Josh teased him.
"I think I'll take a look out of your book and go preppy today," Taylor said, tucking his soft prick into the leg of his shorts where it would be kept in a constant state of semi-arousal, lightly visible to all his classmates. He added a Polo button-down and stepped into his Sperrys. "What do you think?"
"You're very fuckable."
"Thanks. Holy shit! So are you!" Josh looked stunning in a rich purple T-shirt, white shorts, and matching white Toms, all of which glowed against his brown skin. "My God. You're going to be lucky not to get raped today. I may do it before we even get out of the building."
"You can't rape the willing," Josh chuckled, grabbing his bag. "Come on, we've just got time for breakfast."
"I know what breakfast I want," Taylor teased. He stroked his roommate's butt gently.
"We can't right now."
"We have thirty seconds to spare for this." Taylor dropped to his knees and pulled one of Josh's espadrilles off. He kissed the boy's foot, savoring the taste and smell of clean teenage jock flesh. It was yet another act of simultaneous submission and dominance. His tongue wiped the sole aggressively, and Josh whimpered. One by one, he sucked the runner's firm toes into his mouth, even chewing gently on the big toe. When the whole foot was wet with his spit, he slid it back into the white shoe, noting, in spite of its newness, that the interior was covered with splotches. Cum stains. He shivered, and did the same thing to Josh's other foot.
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," Josh panted, almost banging his head against the door. "I am going to be rock hard all day and I'm not going to be able to touch myself. Fuck!"
"Good," Taylor said. "You're going to please those guys very well tonight."
"You like the thought of me as a boytoy," Josh said as they stepped into the elevator.
"Yes. You'd make a hot one."
"That's unfortunate for you, though, isn't it?" Josh had a sweetly sadistic expression on his face. "Hot boytoys are very uncontrolled." With that, he went down on his knees and started doing to Taylor what Taylor had just done to him.
"You can stop there," the swimmer said, trying to keep his cock from escaping his shorts when he felt the leather press against his spit-slick sole again. "Don't want you to get caught." He didn't want it to stop, either, but there were risks to be considered.
"I don't care," Josh said, and began on Taylor's other foot. The elevator stopped and the door swished open. Pretending to look at his phone screen, Taylor heard a couple of suppressed gasps from three girls, who squeezed into the far corner and stared at the scene in front of them in shocked fascination. Josh ignored them, finished tasting his roommate, and stood up, licking his lips. He then deliberately made eye contact with them and smiled slightly. They fled the second the car halted.
"You're the most fun roommate ever," Taylor said. "Thanks." He grabbed Josh by the hand and pulled him in for a long, deep French kiss as they stepped outside the building.
"Thanks for making every college boy's fantasy come true. I hope you have fun today."
"I'm sure I will," Taylor grinned.
A few hours later he wasn't so certain. His classes had been totally uninteresting. Esteban was on duty and probably multitasking with Cassie as well. Josh was already on his way to his assignation. He wondered if he should go to the beach, or download Grindr. Out of boredom, he strolled by the LGBTQ Student Center, stopping to look at the posters outside the office. None of it interested him. There was no radicalism and no sex, just themed versions of regular activities. That wasn't who he was, the flyers reminded him.
He noticed that there was another boy standing there, a tiny twink with a brilliant blonde quiff of hair. His tanned limbs were smooth and gleaming. He was even more preppy than Taylor, with a bow tie and everything. And there was something unusual about him, something that made the taller boy want him badly. The swimmer felt a rush of blood to his groin and stifled a hiss of lust. The twink quickly glanced at him. Their eyes locked. Then they both giggled.
Damn, Taylor thought. This is so much easier than trying to play games with a girl.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Taylor."
"Dakota." The boy's hand was soft but strong as they shook. "Your first time here?"
"Yeah. Yours?"
"Nah, I'm a sophomore. I used to come here a bunch."
"It's....well, it seems boring," Taylor shrugged. "And where's the sex positivity?"
Dakota giggled, his voice high-pitched yet pleasant. "Give me a break. They don't do that here. Or anywhere. Well, maybe Yale, but that's there and we're here. It's one reason I stopped coming."
"And yet you're here."
"And if you'd been here two minutes from now I probably wouldn't have been."
"And I don't really see why either of us is still here, so why not go somewhere else together?"
Dakota examined Taylor carefully for a full minute. "I've got a bit of a roommate problem."
"My roommate is out all afternoon."
"That sounds like fun." Dakota had an impudent smile on his face.
"Well, for him, yes."
"What about for you?"
"I guess that's going to depend on the company, isn't it?"
"That's a lot of pressure on me!" Dakota protested.
"Not yet," Taylor said under his breath. The boy heard him and screamed with laughter. He was a lot of fun, Taylor realized as they walked across campus, chatting most of the way. And there was something about this little twink that was turning him on as much as the hot jocks who had always drawn both his platonic and sexual admiration. It was exciting, and it was new, which made it even more exciting.
"I smell weed!" Dakota primly announced the instant Taylor closed the door behind them.
"You're not an RA in disguise, are you?" Taylor chuckled.
"Hell no!" Dakota pulled a slim case out of his back pocket and flicked a perfectly rolled joint from it. He walked over to the open window. "Got a light?"
"It takes one to know one," Taylor said. He opened his desk drawer and found a lighter. "You don't vape?"
"Sometimes, but I'm used to joints." The blonde took a big draw off the spliff, held it, and exhaled through the window with perfect precision. "It's fucking hot in here. You guys don't have the air on."
"We don't usually wear clothes, so we don't need it."
"Cool." Dakota inhaled again. "Don't let me stop you from getting comfortable." He smoked automatically, with obvious experience; his eyes never left Taylor.
The swimmer realized his new friend was going to be a tease, and he was fine with that. He kicked off his boat shoes, hung his shirt back up, and then put his shorts away neatly before turning to casually reveal his full erection, already dripping precum.
"Thanks. That's much better. Wearing clothes in this weather is pointless." He gratefully accepted the joint from Dakota and let the smoke curl sensuously from his mouth, bending so it caught the draft. The high went rushing to his head and down through his core to his cock. His mouth went dry, but he kept sucking. "This is great stuff."
"Something my brother grew back in Wyoming."
"Nice." If the boy was going to play with him, Taylor decided, he would play along. He pulled out his desk chair and sat down, legs spread, fully relaxed--apart from his cock, which pulsed where it rested in the groove between his torso and thigh. Dakota carefully put out the joint and carried it to the trash can. When he came back, he went straight to Taylor and sat down on his lap, facing him, yet not touching or even near his cock.
"I have to tell you, your legs feel amazing on mine," Taylor said. Dakota's shorts had slid up and bare skin was pressing against bare skin.
Dakota smiled at him. He was so small that Taylor was still looking down into his eyes. "That's a sweet thing to say."
"You're a very sweet boy."
"What!"
"With a naughty side! I get that. But still a sweet boy."
Dakota leaned forward until his lips were just short of meeting Taylor's. "Are you sure about that?"
"One hundred percent."
"I wonder...."
"Is there any reason you'd disagree with me?"
Dakota answered the question with a kiss. His tongue was remarkable, small and agile. Without using force, he made Taylor squirm and suck at him for breath. His palms, on the other hand, pressed the jock strongly down in his chair and kept him from leaping up to meet the kiss as urgently as he could have desired.
The swimmer ran his hands over the body of his twink, enjoying the feel of soft, boyish leanness beneath the thin clothes. He embraced Dakota without drawing their torsos together, continuing their game, their foreplay at a distance. The sophomore's shirt began to come loose and untucked beneath his fingers. Without breaking their kiss, without even looking, he managed to undo the boy's bow tie and set it aside. One by one, he unbuttoned Dakota, and the soft fabric swished down his arms to the floor. Thin, toned shoulders and abs were revealed to Taylor's touch.
Ever so slowly, he worked his strokes down Dakota's torso until he could unbuckle his belt and set it aside. The buttons on the boy's shorts yielded next. Their kiss grew more urgent as Taylor eased his thumbs under the waistband, going lower, making little circles on an incredibly smooth groin. He expected to feel the base of an achingly hard cock any second. Instead, his thumbs brushed the warm, inflamed folds of a pussy. For a moment he couldn't believe it. Then enlightenment broke upon him and he moved lower still.
Dakota quivered as Taylor ever so carefully rocked the hood of his clit back and forth over the tender nub before stroking lightly across his slit. Now it was the taller boy who began to take control of the encounter, tongue-fucking the twink while distracting him by touching his cunt at random in the most tantalizing way possible. When he felt Dakota's wetness on his fingers, he moved one hand up to the small of the boy's back, holding him in place. With his other, he slid a finger inside Dakota.
A long sigh escaped Dakota's lips and Taylor swallowed it. He probed his twink more deeply. His fingers curled over Dakota's g-spot, and the boy cried out into him again. Suddenly he winced in shock and arousal as Dakota pinched both his nipples at once. Taylor's start drove his fingers deeper inside his lover, who scratched him more fiercely, which made him writhe and finger Dakota more aggressively still. When he started thumbing his clit, the boy came in his shorts.
For the first time, they broke their kiss and looked into each other's eyes.
"You're like a little kitten," Taylor said admiringly. "You snuggle and you claw."
"Yeah," Dakota breathed, his eyes shadowed and dreamy. He leaned forward and pecked Taylor delicately on the lips, again and again, kissing down his strong jaw and the line of his neck towards his shoulder. Taylor's cock rose off his abs, reaching up for a touch, a lick, a kiss, any kind of attention. And then Dakota bit him. The pot flooding his system cushioned the shock, fortunately, but he could feel that it was going to bruise. The little twink had just given him a hickey!
"Bad kitty," Taylor said, grabbing Dakota by the neck and pulling him away. Dakota purred at him and looked adorable.
"I warned you. Still think I'm a sweet boy?"
"I'll reserve judgment till I've tasted you."
Dakota moved backwards off Taylor's lap and stood up. His shorts, already thoughtfully unbuttoned by the other boy, dropped off his hips quite naturally. He lifted them up with one Sperry-clad foot and retrieved his joint case, leaning back against the desk. This gave Taylor the chance to admire his pussy. His clit was prominent, standing out enough from his smooth groin to deceive a beachgoer into thinking it was a cock should he be wearing a speedo to the beach. In fact, Taylor realized, with his shorts off, Dakota did in fact have a speedo tanline. He licked it.
"I like yours, too." Dakota blew his smoke towards the window, and the fan caught it and carried it away. "Swimmer?"
"Yeah. You?"
"I like to lie by the pool and wait for guys to tell me they want to fuck me."
"Your body is awesome, though."
"Yoga and pole. And sex whenever I get the chance. You like twinks?"
"I think that's obvious."
"You like twinks with pussies?"
"You're my first," Taylor admitted. He leaned forward and kissed Dakota's clit. "I won't lie, it was a pretty cool surprise."
Dakota smirked and passed him the joint. "Like a nice combination of girl and guy?"
"Well, a different kind of guy. And I love variety in my playmates." Taylor inhaled deeply, spread Dakota's lips, and exhaled into his opening slit. He couldn't resist sending additional puffs all over the blonde's lovely soft body. Luckily they had a good draft to get rid of the smoke. "I'd have never guessed you had a pussy even if I saw you in a speedo. I might have missed it even feeling you up in the dark. Honestly, I had no idea a trans guy's clit got so big. Sorry. I don't mean...."
"It's okay." Dakota took a final puff and put the joint out. "It's new to you."
"Yeah, and I'm fascinated, and turned on as hell, but I don't want to be rude."
"You're not. You can suck it if you like. Oh fuck YES." Taylor was actually going down on him and giving his clit a blowjob. His toes curled in his boat shoes from excitement.
"It's huge," Taylor said, coming up for air. "It's what, almost three inches?"
"A little more."
"Fuck." The swimmer burst out laughing. "Sorry. Dirty thought."
"You realized I could almost fuck you with it." Dakota smiled lazily in the afternoon glow.
"Yeah. Can I ask--how--why?"
"I just always had really high testosterone levels," Dakota shrugged. "And so hormones were really effective when I started them, and I started young, too." He grabbed Taylor's hands and pulled them up to his chest. "I never had to have top surgery, either. Transitioning for me was more of an adjustment than anything."
"How young?"
"Fourteen. My bro was so excited when I started. He always treated me like a brother anyway and was as happy as I was that I got to live as my real gender. The kids at school were assholes, but my family was great."
"Let me guess: you came to Miami to make up for all the sex you've missed out on."
"Yeah. They have a great trans community here. Not that I don't love sex with cis guys and girls too, obviously, but there's something special to me about sex with someone who's shared the experience of transitioning."
"I can see that." Taylor licked Dakota's clit. "With someone who would also be considered a deviant by mainstream society."
"Exactly. You came here for the sex, too?"
"From Minnesota." He looked up at the twink and grinned. "I actually lost my gay virginity bent over this desk last week."
"That's awesome!" Dakota said, clapping. "Having fun?"
"I hope it never stops." Taylor went down on him again. He couldn't resist Dakota's uniqueness. What would have been a cringe factor for so many heterosexuals and homosexuals alike only turned him on. He was so obviously a boy it seemed absurd that anyone could think his pussy made a difference. Especially with his suckable clit that Taylor could comfortably hold in his mouth while fingering him. Three more orgasms hit Dakota, one after the other. He was swearing almost nonstop, gripping the edge of the desk with clenched knuckles. Taylor felt something hard on his cock and glanced down to discover that the squirming twink had gripped his cock between his Sperry-clad feet. The roughness of the leather turned him on, but he knew his cock would be raw if he let the ranchboy keep it up. He took a minute to slip them off. The abrupt softness of Dakota's petite bare feet on his dick after its previous aggressive treatment drove him over the edge, and he blew his load on them as he hit the boy's g-spot and made him actually scream through that orgasm.
Taylor grabbed Dakota's cum-splattered feet and lifted them up, rolling Dakota onto his back on the desk. He licked his seed off one of them while pressing the other into the sophomore's face. Dakota devoured it. They sucked the last of it off his toes together, then joined their lips to share the last creamy taste before Taylor licked his way down Dakota's abs and began tongue-fucking him. He was wet. His clit was pulsing. And he couldn't cum. Taylor's tongue wasn't long enough to do the trick without his clit being touched.
"Fuck me, God damn you," Dakota said through clenched teeth.
With little apparent effort, Taylor picked his twink up, laid him on the bed on his back, and knelt over him, breaching his slit very precisely with his cockhead. Dakota merely hissed in desire. His eyes glazed over, and as Taylor's teenage cock slid deeper into his tight pussy, the swimmer felt the pot hitting both of them hard again. All he could think about was his need to fuck. He didn't usually cum so fast. It was frustrating, and here was a hot slutty farmboy who gripped him like most humans hold on to life, so naturally he was going to fuck him. And it was sure to take a while to do it right.
"Holy fucking shiiiit!" Dakota screeched. He was turning out to be the noisiest playmate Taylor had ever had. And his cursing sounded endearing in his country-boy accent until Taylor muffled it with his mouth. Having just shot his load, he was in no hurry, so he long-dicked the boy slowly, opening him for a really aggressive fuck later. He could tell Dakota wanted one. The twink was solid muscle beneath him, his skin hairless but not unblemished. Taylor could feel scars and marks all over him, the legacy of an outdoor upbringing.
Dakota's hand gripped his lover's throat and pushed his head up and away even as his heels pulled Taylor deeper inside him. Taylor gasped for breath, feeling his body strain and all his muscles contract. His cock swelled in unison. He ground his crotch against Dakota's clit, and Dakota came again, in a long, shuddering series of mini-orgasms that lasted as long as Taylor kept up the motion.
"Oh, fuck. Goddamn you," Dakota moaned when Taylor let him stop cumming. He was bouncing his head off the mattress, completely overwhelmed. "Fuck me. Fuck me."
"No," Taylor said, smiling evilly, and carefully withdrew his prick from the limp boy. Dakota looked as if he was about to go into convulsions without it, until he realized that Taylor had only stopped to grab the lube. He tucked his ankles behind his head and offered his holes to the swimmer.
"Nice." There was a huge smile on Taylor's face. He couldn't resist pausing to lick Dakota's ass and cunt before dripping lube into both of them. When he stood over him and pointed his dick straight down, he was able to squat in and out of the twink with hardly any resistance. Dakota frigged his clit, his own juices spilling down onto his face, spattering on his lips, where they disappeared into his hungry mouth. Taylor found there was a limit to how much of that intensely erotic sight he could take. Besides, his legs were beginning to feel the strain.
He pulled out again and unfolded Dakota, who gave way with a sigh of relief. The two teens rolled onto their sides, face to face, and Taylor proceeded to fuck Dakota's brains out for the next hour. Sometimes he would hold their bodies close and make Dakota have those endless looping orgasms until he was exhausted, while at others he would arch his body away from the boy and coyly tease his g-spot with the flange of his cockhead. And then there were the moments when he thought he was about to cum and slammed his lover hard in the hope of orgasm, a hope that ultimately proved futile in every case. His lips felt swollen from kissing.
"Enough," Dakota finally groaned, on the comedown from another string of cums. "Timeout."
"Awww, you don't really want that, do you?" Taylor teased him with an extra cock twist that made him bite his lip.
"No." The blonde twink shuddered. "I could let you do this to me all night. But I want to swallow your load."
"You don't want it in you?"
"I didn't bring a plug. Maybe next time." That thought almost made Taylor cum on the spot. Dakota sensed it and pulled off him. Now it was Taylor's turn to wince at the discomfort of being intimately exposed to the cold air.
"Get on all fours and feed me that cock," Dakota directed.
Taylor climbed down on the floor and arched his back. "Do me."
"Oh, I will," Dakota murmured. Instead of going for the swimmer's wet, red prick, however, he touched his tongue to the tight yet slightly puffy asshole above it.
"Oh, no," Taylor groaned, shaking his head in pretend despair. "Why are all the guys going for my butt?"
"Because it's a hot butt." Dakota stuck his tongue in farther and wiggled it. "And because guys are always going to enjoy watching a muscle jock like you taking your turn as the bottom bitch." With one finger, he barely touched Taylor's precum-slick frenulum, polishing it while he rimmed him. The tickle was irresistible. Taylor pushed his butt up to meet the oral assault on it. He shivered as Dakota blew air across his clenching muscle in between licks, and found himself trying to spread his knees and cheeks more widely to give the boy better access.
"Yes," Taylor sighed at last, feeling Dakota stick a lubed finger into his hole. It sank in to the knuckles with no resistance.
"Fuck," Dakota said. "When did you say you got fucked for the first time?"
"I didn't say, but it was yesterday."
"He must have had a big dick."
"They both did."
"Two guys in one session? No wonder you're stretched." Taylor felt his ass get fuller. "I've got two fingers in you now and you're not even noticing. And your prostate feels swollen as fuck."
Taylor's only possible response was a whimper. What Dakota was doing to his nut was making beads of sweat break out on his forehead. He felt the twink add a third finger. His hole was now being stretched, but not uncomfortably so. The gentle finger motions Dakota made inside him relaxed it even as they made his cock engorge still further. Dakota had abandoned it to focus on his ass for a while. All Taylor had to do was crouch there and get fucked, and he did. He hardly realized it when Dakota added one more finger to his athlete ass, he was so appreciative of the pleasure the penetration was giving him.
"With a little practice I could probably fist you," Dakota whispered. "That's so fucking hot. How willing you are." Taylor barely had an opportunity to process this before his lover slipped underneath him and took his cock in his mouth.
For a while, Taylor thought he was going to black out. He pumped cum out of his dick until it seemed impossible to his brain that he still had any cum left to give--and he kept cumming from the pressure of Dakota's fingers. He couldn't scream, because he could barely breathe. He wanted to black out just to get away from the body-freezing sensation that filled him, like the combined high of the aftermath of a race and a first-place finish, but multiplied by an order of magnitude. At no time was it painful; he loved it, and he embraced it, but he recognized it might be more than even his trained body could stand.
He found himself lying on his back, Dakota's lips pressed to his. Cum gushed into his mouth, almost choking him, sharp and tangy with the hormones released by his prolonged denial. Mixed with them was the barest hint of the boy's pussy juices. Dakota didn't just snowball his load, he tongue-fucked it into Taylor's mouth to make sure he tasted every bit of it. And to make him aware of his own bottomness. Taylor understood that. It turned him on. Some level of his mind wanted to cum again, but his body had no physical response to that desire.
"You beautiful fucking stud." He smelled alcohol from the post-sex wipes that Josh kept around, then heard a phone camera click and opened his eyes in a lazy haze. Dakota was taking pictures of him lying there with a still-hard, obviously used cock and cum smeared all over his lips. He managed a wink.
"Send me those."
"No problem." Dakota reached for his shorts.
"Leaving already?"
"I've got a couple of projects to work on. But I'll hit you up soon." The preppy twink was back, carefully adjusting his bow tie in the mirror over Josh's bed. Before he slipped his boat shoes back on, he offered Taylor each of his soles to kiss. "Since you seemed to like doing it before." His tongue probed Taylor's mouth aggressively one more time and he was gone.
"I am fucked," Taylor said aloud to the room. He fell asleep.
He woke about an hour later and realized it was almost time to meet up with Esteban and Cassie. It took him five minutes to shower away his latest encounter before he stepped into a borrowed pair of Josh's track shorts, which were almost too small for him, and his Nikes. That was all he was wearing as he trotted down one floor to the RA's room, feeling sexier than ever.
"Hi!" Cassie exclaimed, greeting him with an enthusiastic kiss. "How was your day?"
"I fucked this ridiculously cute trans boy and he made me cum so hard I may not be good for much tonight. How about you two?"
"Cassie made me cum five different ways," Esteban said from his chair. He was clad in skintight black running tights that were showing a surprisingly small bulge at the moment and matching Asics, while Cassie sported a running top and tiny lycra shorts with more Nikes. "Hands, feet, mouth, pussy, and ass. And it was kind of a busy afternoon, too, so she had to get creative as well. So I may not have much energy left either." He grinned, slightly embarrassed.
"That's okay." Taylor shared a kiss with the Latin boy. "It would be nice to just hang out with you guys in a naked pile. It's so comfortable."
"Yeah," Esteban said. "Intimate and honest. It's good." He stood up. "You guys ready?"
"One sec." Taylor's phone buzzed against his hip and he quickly checked it. There was an email in his inbox from someone he didn't recognize, but the subject line read simply "Josh." He opened it.
"Dear Taylor," the message read,
"Josh has spent a fair amount of time this afternoon telling my husband and I about your recent efforts to explore your sexuality. We would like to thank you for sharing these experiences with him, and so by extension with us. It was truly wonderful to hear him describe how he violated your ass for the first time while my husband fucked him and I licked his cock.
"We have spent our lives seeking out truly uninhibited men and women and making love to them. It is an incomparable thrill to us to see a virile teenager ready to enter fully into the world of sexual pleasure, with little restraint and without regrets. Even to think about your doing so is a pleasure to us, and if you would ever like some extra help in satisfying your curiosity, ask Josh about some of his experiences with us. I believe he has already given you some idea of what we have shared thus far. We do particularly enjoy training young athletes to be better sexual performers, and reminding them that their holes as well as their dicks are made for fucking. We also host orgies every so often, which I think, given your love of exhibitionism and partner swapping, you would find very exciting.
"We both hope that we will get to kiss you, suck your cock, and fuck your ass one day soon. That's pretty straightforward, isn't it? It's how we feel about you. You're a beautiful young man, and thanks for making our boy so happy and excited."
There was a picture attached to the email. When Taylor opened it, he almost dropped the phone. The shot showed three men on a boat off the coast, the Miami skyline winking in the sunlight in the background. The middle one was being spit-roasted by the other two. Their bodies were lean and fit. All three had shaven erections held away from their bodies by wide steel rings. The two cocks inserted into the bottom boy at both ends had to be at least as big as Taylor's was. He was not touching his own shaft, but it was visibly at its maximum hardness and leaking.
The man in the middle was Josh.
Before any of them had time to fully absorb the sexual power of the picture, another email popped up on the screen. This one had a link to a live feed, and Taylor couldn't resist opening it now.
The video that popped up showed him an arbor by a swimming pool. In the middle of the arbor stood Josh, his hands cuffed above his head to one of the beams. His feet were separated by a spreader bar. Another man knelt in front of him, his face obscured by Josh's cock, which was sliding in and out of his mouth while he massaged the boy's balls. Josh was clearly groaning and trying to cum, and not being allowed to. Every time he started thrusting, his fellator would pull back and let him calm down before starting in again. They could see every detail as the camera moved closer and closer to the sweating, aroused teen jock.
Then the cameraman spoke.
"Say hi to Taylor," he told Josh.
Josh's eyes suddenly became alert and he tensed in his bonds. "Taylor? Oh, fuck--" His cock jerked upward, trembling on the edge of orgasm from the mere knowledge his roommate was watching his sexual performance.
And the feed went dead.
"Oh. My. God," Cassie finally whispered.
Taylor took a deep breath. "Am I the only one who wants to be doing that to him--and to be him?"
"Um, no," Esteban said in a tone that admitted of no discussion. "How does he find playmates like this?"
"Come on," Cassie said. "Let's get out of here before I soak my shorts. I can't think about him right now." She led the way for the door.
"We're supposed to have yoga class tomorrow morning," Taylor chuckled, remembering. "And I wonder if Josh is even going to be able to walk."
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