This is a new series I'm trying out, per some feedback I received privately I'm going to start putting these stories in Non-Con instead of Gay Male. I understand even with disclaimers people will still read, and want to be respectful of folks with trauma.
With that I'll still add the disclaimer that this series has some decent elements of noncon/reluctance like most of my stories because I like the idea of being dominated I guess. Who knows why I'm like this tbh. Regardless I don't profit from this poorly proofed and word-vomited story, and am simply doing this to cope with boredom.
This series follows a man named Dylan who's a twink top who gets off on turning straight college men into his sluts. Enjoy!
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Dylan was mercilessly slamming his hips into the recently corrupted college boy below him. Both of them elevated in a dorm room bed. Dylan's lip bit as he relished turning yet another sweet sexy 20-year-old guy. Watching him squirm and grab his sheets, face buried in his pillow as he was on all four of his shaking and buckling limbs. He was giving this sexually frustrated virgin the best time of his life, addicting him to cock before he could even taste a pussy. Fresh cum leaking from his tip and pooling on his comforter, joining the several loads he had shot from their non-stop fuck session.
"Ugh fuck baby, you're still so tight." Dylan breathed, "Ready for another load honey?"
"GUH-UUGH- YE-YEEEES!"
*SMACK!* Dylan's large and skinny hand cracked across his supple ass.
"UHN!"
"Good boy."
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"Fuck yes baby. Fuuuuck... fuuuuuuuuuhk.... FUUUUUHK! UUGH!"
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Another flood of cum coated the poor college boy's poor abused asshole, joining the hot sticky white semen that lined his interior. A hot stream of cum pistoled out of the boy's tip at the same time as he screamed and moaned, clawing at his sheets as another mind-blowing orgasm warmed his prostate and fucked a load out of him.
With a satisfied groan Dylan slowly shlicked and slid his dick out of his boy pussy. With a loud plorp, his long and skinny dick popped out of his once tight hole. Strands of cum and juices lingering from his opened asshole, cum bubbling out of the opening.
"Mmmmh, fuck baby. That was hot."
"Mmmbuhh...guuuhhh...fuh..."
"You loved that didn't you."
"....Ye...yess..."
"What do you say?"
"Th..than... thank y-youu..."
"You're gonna come over to my place off campus next time and I'll plow you all night. You're going to spend the night with me too, so bring your things."
"O..okay..." He whimpered out, legs shaking, mind in a haze.
"I need to go fuck another boy, so I'll be seeing you around." Dylan sighed as he jumped off the bed, "I put your number in my phone so I'll let you know when to come over."
Dylan got dressed and didn't bother to clean his cock, his next boy was a block down at another dorm, he'd just have him clean it for him.
Dylan exited the room, leaving the panting, sweat covered, cum-basted, and mind broken college guy behind. Passing out in his own fluids.
Dylan was roughly 29 years old. He was about 5'11 and very skinny. He was not ugly but a little awkward looking. A very large nose and bony face, complete with an ill-fitting side part that was crew cut. His Grindr profile was an awkward photo of him in his car taking a selfie with his best attempt at a hungry seductive look, that more screamed desperation than anything else. Always clean shaven to try and maintain a look of youth. He was on the precipice of what's called "twink death", as he was close to moving into his thirties next year.
He wasn't letting that stop him though, he was still desperately clinging onto his bachelor status, and his desperate attempts at staying relevant and hot oozed from him constantly. More recently, roughly a year ago, he met and seduced a straight college student on campus, and found that he had never felt more alive, more sensual, more turned on than what he had experienced then. The power he exuded over them, the way they submitted and worshipped him after like no other man his age had done, it was blissful. With little luck on Grindr and other hookup apps, he gave up on them and moved to what he truly was a master at... turning straight men, specifically of college age. Horny, desperate, easy to please, and so cute, he loved them. He began to start a harem, every day, and every second was spent hooking up with a usual until he got bored of them or they flaked.
He was on a dry spell recently, but summer was starting soon. This meant the campus was basically empty and the remaining college guys were easy pickings away from their stupid straight friends. The parties all but dead as well meant these boys were horny.
These are the stories of those men and their perspectives....
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NUMBER 1:
Tyler, 21 years old, 5'7, neat brown hair, slightly athletic.
I was in summer school this year because I has basically skipped most of my lectures to get high. Now that the consequences are upon me, I have no choice but to try and get my grade up before my parents murder me. Today the burnout was hitting me real hard, so I decided to go to The Quad and get some coffee in me.
I walked on a bright and sunny day across my peacefully quiet campus. The perks of summer school.
As I bought my usual and walked home, headphones on, I felt a light poke on my shoulder. I turned to see a slightly taller man who was very skinny and a little awkward looking. He was wearing a blue tee and khaki shorts. I took my headphones off, gesturing to him to speak.
"Hiiiii" His voice effeminate, higher pitched, vocally fried, and very gay. It was slightly flirtatious and playful, "I'm like... lost, can you help me?"
"Uhh, yeah, sure. Where do you need to go?" I responded.
"Well I don't really knoowwww?? My friend told me to meet him at some kind of library or science building?"
"Gaffigan hall?"
"Ughh.. like I think? Sorry can you show me?"
"Yeah sure, you go down to the main office there and take a right, and you just go down the hill it should be at the end."
"Ooof. Okay, sorryyy can you just like come with me?"
"Uhhh, I don't know dude sorry, I really need to study."
"Oh wait do you smoke?"
"Sometimes, I had to take a T break recently."
"Oh, well if you want I have like half an ounce that I need to get rid of, if you show me I can just give it to you?"
"... Yeah you know what, sure why not."
"You're the BEST. Thank you babe lead the way."
Huh. 'Babe', might just be how this guy talks. Don't mean to be that dude but he isn't flirting with me right?
I started walking him, he got closer to me as we walked, his hand brushing slightly against mine, what I assumed was a lack of personal awareness. That was until he started talking to me.
"Soooo, what's your name?"
"Oh my name's Tyler."
"Oh my god you look like a Tyler! My name's Dylan."
"Haha thanks I guess. I don't know what Tyler looks like haha."
"Tyler looks cute, and has a cute laugh it looks like."