This is my first time writing here so any feedback is appreciated. This is actually one of my ultimate fantasies so I hope you the readers enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also I have an idea to continue this story so if any of you are interested in hearing more let me know. Thanks and have a good one ;)This is purely fictional, all characters are over 18 years of age.
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Beep....Beep.....Beep.....Beep......Beep.... I woke up to the sound of my oh so lovable alarm blaring on my night stand. With a closed fist I managed to hit the off button on my first try. As I lay there; trying to pry my eyes open, I thought to myself that it would be just another Thursday. It turns out this would be a Thursday unlike any I had ever experienced. This was my third semester at John Holloway College. I lived in the dorms with my high school buddy Steve, whom I have been great friends with since the 8th grade. After several minutes I managed to roll out of bed, I glanced over at Steve sound asleep in his bed on the other side of the room. Perhaps he didn't want to go to his morning class, oh well. I threw on some clothes, grabbed a cereal bar and headed off to my first class.
The day seemed to drag on. My 9:30 English class was always dreadful, as was my 11:30 economics. The only redeeming class I had on Thursdays was my 3:00 psychology. I always had a fascination with the way our brains worked in relation to how we understand and perceive things. Why some people do the things they do, I loved knowing the "how and why" of the human thought process. Once the day was finally finished I breathed a sigh of relief, I walked out of my psychology class thinking "thank god its Thursday!"
You see, we have; shall we call it an unofficial tradition called thirsty Thursdays here at John Holloway College. The majority of the students don't have classes on Friday, it's more of a catch up day for everyone. So when everybody's classes are done, everyone gets together in the dorms and drinks or heads out to the nearby bar and drinks there. I returned to my room after class, to get settled in before I went out and got my drink on. As I bent over to set my bag down, Steve came up behind me. He grabbed on to my hips and thrust himself in to me, which made me bang my head into the wall.
He gasped "oh shit sorry man, I didn't mean for that to happen."
I shoved him away while laughing it off "well I guess that's one way of saying hello."
You see, I recently found out a few months ago that Steve was gay. He finally admitted it to me and I was perfectly fine with it. He was able to break out of his shell once he had confided in me. Since then he actually has brought back a couple of guys to the room with him. I'd pretend to be asleep but secretly I watched and listened. I got off on hearing their heavy breathing, the THUD from skin on skin contact and the subtle moans from whoever his was fucking that night. I had been curious about what it would be like to be with a man for a few years but never really had the courage to act on it.
I've told Steve about how I felt and he told me "well there's always me?" I passed it off as a joke, I mean I considered it but what if I tried it and didn't like it? It would make our friendship awkward.
Anytime we talked about it I always jokingly said "maybe, we'll see." However I was very convinced that I would enjoy it if I gave it a shot. He was pretty attractive by gay standards. About 6'2, slim but relatively buff, his abs and pecks were well defined and he had a beautiful cock.
I've caught a glimpse of it a few times whenever he brought what he called "his fuck toys" back to the dorm. It had to be around 9-9.5 inches, it had the perfect thickness as well. Not too thick that you couldn't take it but if you wrapped your hand around it, your fingertips would barely touch.
I asked him about the plan for tonight and he said that a bunch of his friends were having a party in the dorm down the hall. So we headed out to the bar early for some beer, wings and pizza. We spent the time talking about our days and our plans for the weekend.
As we were walking back Steve turned to me and said "hey listen, don't get offended if you get hit on because most of them are gay. I just wanted to warn you in advance."
"Steve don't worry about it, I'll simply tell them I'm not gay and I'm sure they'll understand." We picked up some beer on the way and headed back to the dorms around 9:00.
When we got there, there was already about 12 people. No girls, which I found odd but I didn't dwell on it. The night progressed and I was well into my third beer when I really had to take a piss. So I handed my drink to Steve and told him I'd be back. Whoever stayed in this dorm was lucky, they were the only ones with a bathroom and a shower in their room in this wing. I'd later come to find out that while I was gone, Steve slipped something in my drink. When I came back he handed me my drink and said "I bet I can chug faster than you."
I knew I could beat him, "you're on!" Sure enough I beat him, but little did I know I had just been drugged. A few minutes passed and I began to feel funny. My whole body began to feel weak and tingly, my vision was getting hazy and I was slurring my words. He noticed it was kicking in, so he guided me to the couch and sat me down. By that time I could barely move or talk, however I was still conscious and everything seemed a little blurry. Everything started to get quiet and all I heard were whispers. Suddenly I noticed I am being surrounded on the couch. All 12 of them are hovering around me. Two of them sat next to me on either side and in front of me were a bunch of blurry figures. Steve went to the door and locked it, then; the real party just got started.
The guy to my right turned my head and locked his lips with mine. The guy on my left started kissing my neck and and groping my chest. One of them got down between my legs and started rubbing my thighs and crotch before undoing my belt, my zipper, and slowly removing my pants. They removed my shirt as they were kissing and caressing me all over. They grabbed my hands and ran them over their crotches. I wanted to get away. I wanted to fight back, but I was helpless. I couldn't do anything. They finally got my underwear off and started playing with my flaccid cock and balls. Suddenly I felt something really warm engulf my dick.
It was Steve's hot, lips wrapped around my cock, bobbing up and down. It felt wrong but at the same time it felt so right. The guys in the back were getting naked and getting themselves warmed up. Two of them picked up a mattress from one of the bunks and placed it in the middle of the floor. Steve threw me unto the mattress and up until now I kept wondering, "why is this happening?" "Why am I enjoying this so much?" Still letting my instincts take over, with all my strength I sat up but they quickly circled me. I tried pushing passed their legs as they laughed at how helpless I was. Finally I just decided that there is no use in fighting, I let myself go and I gave into temptation.
All around me were huge dangling cocks, none of them were smaller than 7". I was getting excited just looking at them. The guy in front of me opened my mouth to slide his cock all the way in. This was finally happening. My throat was completely relaxed so I didn't gag at all. In fact it made it more pleasurable for me being able to take in as much as I can. I can't exactly pinpoint faces but I remember clearly each dick that went in my mouth. I really took the time to enjoy everything, from the length, the girth, the texture the taste etc. I was really getting off on being the center of their attention, that my sole purpose is to please them, so I let them do whatever they wanted to me.
Having all these huge cocks sliding in and out of my throat was so hot. Cum was oozing out of my now erect cock and spurting all over the mattress. One of them noticed and pointed it out to the group, "Look at this little slut, he's loving every minute of this, don't hold back guys." Believe me they didn't. Things quickly became hotter and more rough. They were ramming their big dicks down my throat vigorously.
Some of them, especially Steve's cock I thought would tear my throat open with how big they were and how hard they were fucking my face; but nevertheless, my hungry mouth and throat opened up for them no problem. Then Steve grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and started slapping me in the face with his big, hard meat. A few others joined in and suddenly I'm being cocks lapped by 7 or 8 huge cocks. It makes me feel so dirty but I love it.