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Sara Says Don't Stop
Revering the sanctity of college dorm room solitude, Oliver stripped naked. With his roommate Kurt and his girlfriend Sara attending a charity softball game, this was a precious orgasm opportunity.
Oliver envied Kurt for attracting Sara early freshman year. With a promiscuous partner, Kurt sexiled Oliver whenever he wanted. Reserving the room for sex was a different ask for watching porn alone-- he studied Kurt's schedule with academic fervor.
Oliver lacked educational interests and did not participate in any extracurricular activities. He majored in masturbation. Porn was a focal point of his research. A dissertation of his findings would take time as his tastes in porn evolved. Exploring the wild, erotic wilderness, he had enjoyed girl-girl, particularly first-time seduction.
A common scene featured the shy, hesitant straight girl encountered a titillating hard sell from an experienced woman who truly understood the female body. Fingers were fingers, lips were lips, a tongue was a tongue... whoever it came from. Particularly after a steamy kiss on the lips or an irresistible bite on the neck, she surrendered to pleasure.
Pleasure-seeking from these scenes triggered the memory of a different first-time experience-- smoking weed. He recalled when sexy stoners Michelle and Jane invited himself and his friend Jake to accompany them to a movie.
Before the show, Oliver and Jake worshipped the goddesses at the temple of Jane's old Lincoln Town Car in the parking lot. The divine appeal of their hot bodies cloaked only by short shorts and skimpy tops overwhelmed responsible decision-making.
Delighted to take Oliver's weed virginity, Michelle passed him the bowl. Unexpectedly cuddling him in the backseat, she placed her hand on his bare knee. Goosebumps emerged excitedly across his body from the chill of her hand.
Peering into his eyes with a devilish grin, she whispered, "You'll like it."
Curiosity enhanced the arousal of her sultry voice. Inhaling her cheap perfume intoxicated him. The promise of physical pleasure overpowered reluctant feelings. Novel, exciting sensations rewarded experimentation. He would not remember his first high - but he would never forget that moment with Michelle.
With this insight concerning the pleasures of curiosity, he expanded his sexual boundaries. Exploration led to thrilling new discoveries. He could broaden his spectrum of intimacy just like the unwitting girls in lesbian scenes. He became obsessed with the subversive ecstasy of gay porn.
With the room to himself, today was the perfect occasion to enjoy his preferred recreational drug. He rested on his back and pulled out his phone.
Intrigued by the bicuriosity description, he navigated to a clip of unwitting straight guys in a circle jerk. They became less and less straight as they started to help each other. Gentle touching progressed to sucking. Stroking along, Oliver fantasized as a twink in the room alongside them.
A few minutes later, Kurt turned the key to his room and allowed Sara to enter. Somehow, the noise of the lock failed to trigger Oliver's dependable alarm for masturbation intruders.
Sara exclaimed in an unapologetic laugh.
"Sorry! The game rained out!"
Oliver turned on his side with his naked body away from them, flipped his phone over, and removed his air pods. He froze, waiting for them to turn away so he could get dressed.
"Don't stop!"
With his bare ass exposed, Oliver remained paralyzed.
"Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop!"
Embarrassment's only remedy was obedience. Oliver resumed stroking on his side away from them.
Sara walked over to the side of Oliver's bed and raised her hand to her brow.
"We salute getting off! Scout's honor! Get onto your back!"
Hypnotized, Oliver continued wanking on his back, starring in a jerk-off humiliation scene.
He exposed his skinny body developed from years of high school cross-country and track. While in college, he continued a running routine.
Oliver took pride in his visible abs sculpted from crunches, bicycle abs, and flutter kicks. At Kurt's direction, he even began building lean muscle with dumbbell exercises, pushups, and body squats.
Maybe Sara wanted him to continue for a reason?
Everyone wanted to impress Sara. No one could ignore her dyed, bright-red octopus-style hair with light orange peekaboo highlights. Her hair contrasted rebelliously to her athletic body developed over years of intense soccer training in affluent suburbia. Kurt was a lucky sonofabitch.
"Keep the porn on."
To Oliver's dread, Sara picked up his phone and saw a wide-shot scene. One sculpted, straight dude eagerly deepthroated while being fucked in the ass. His muscular, hetero buttfucker was slobbering wildly over another man's cock. His beefy ass was throttled by another guy, who was blowing the remaining guy.
"Kurt! You never told me Ollie was gay!"
Facing away from Oliver the entire time, this news surprised Kurt. In this age, you could be out without shame. Also, homophobes were unfuckable pariahs for the hot, pride-supporting college girls, Sara included.
Kurt responded quickly.
"Ollie is welcome to share whatever feelings he wants with me. I never knew."
Sara returned Oliver's phone while he contemplated defenses.
You can't judge someone's sexuality by the porn they watch. Isn't lesbian porn the most popular genre for straight girls? Don't lesbians like gay porn?
"I like girls. I explore different things in porn."
"We don't care! Turn the sound up on speaker so we can learn all about the 'different things' in your porn."
Oliver turned the speaker audio on his phone, focusing intently on the video. To become invisible, he imagined himself as a participant in the chaotic orgy.
"Louder!" Sara commanded.
Kurt objected, "Everyone will hear us!"
"Fuck 'em!"
Dancing excitedly to the cries of men vocalizing like chimps, Sara locked eyes with Kurt.
She then approached him, holding him close inside his open jacket. She grabbed his crotch over his jeans. Kurt leaned backward with his arms, allowing his jacket to fall to the floor.
Instinctively, he grabbed the bottom of Sara's wet, hooded university sweatshirt. She raised her arms affectionately on Kurt's shoulders, allowing him to pull it up over her body.
Her lips met with Kurt's. She grabbed his ass with her right hand. With her left, she rubbed his cock tightly over his jeans. She kissed him passionately with a reckless, adventurous tongue.
As Kurt grew hard, he squeezed her ass with both hands. He then bit deeply into her neck, causing Sara to gasp. After their first date, she returned home with her neck covered in bruises. Carrying a full-coverage foundation stick and concealers in green and yellow was essential when dating Kurt. Whenever he bit her, she gasped with encouragement. Kurt alone could not be blamed for her bruises.
She turned her head up and poked her tongue into his ear. She whispered, "Dracula, do you want me to blow you?"
"While Ollie's jacking to us?"
"Yes."
"Always love getting sucked off."
