He Agreed To Take Part In A Promotion, But He Didn’t Expect … To Let Himself … To Be Accosted By

He reached his hand out to steady me. He reassured me everything was fine. I relaxed and trusted him.

He pulled my mouth over his cock and guided my jaw to open.

I was still uncertain, but he was very caring, pulling my jaw open for me with his fingers and sliding inside until I couldn’t breathe.

He reminded me this was normal and massaged my throat until he entered deeper.

His flesh and his pulse filled my mouth, filled my throat in places I couldn’t even feel and blocked my breath. I struggled a little, but he pushed me further.

Finally I struggled a lot and he let me pull the rod from my neck and breathe again. I looked up to him and he had a questioning expression.

He reminded me I wasn’t going to get better at holding my breath if I spent so much time off his cock.

It made perfect sense, so I leaned forward again, allowing him to pull me even closer.

He coaxed and guided me deeper. Longer.

From my lips poured thick wet saliva that made everything slippery.

During brief moments when he let me breathe, he spread my thick cock drool on his shaft, on my face; then pulled me back in before I thought I was ready.

Always before I was ready. Always making me a better cock sucker. Always filling me with cock until he had his fill of pleasure, came in my throat for me and sent me to clean up.

Always rewarding me for a cock well worshipped by providing me more cock to worship

That twinkle in his eye... He's ready to be brought in. Our hook, who's been chatting with him and suggested that aromatic body oil from that website will soon be in his room, tying him up with the saturated bindings and guiding him out to the car. The hook will probably fuck one of his holes, they usually do. It can only help the process, really. Soon he'll be taking it in as many holes as he can.

The buttons kept slipping. He quit worrying about it. Then, some really surprisingly sexy men joined the activities. It was impossible to hide the fact his dick was so hard. Later, they and some others stuck around to hang out. The buttons kept slipping. Everyone laughed. When the button slipped that loosed his throbbing stiff member, the night got very interesting.

I invited them over for a swim. I put on trunks, too, just to keep up the illusion. They didn't want any alcohol, but they did have a cold drink. I got them to let me snap this photo before they got in the water. They swam and swam and I made excuse after excuse for not getting in. Then, they stopped asking. Then, they started to forget things. Then, they started asking who and where they were. I showed them this photo to prove they were long time lovers. From now on, they were. They were mine. They were my pet lovers.

He pressed the button and smiled at you as you began undressing, behaving almost as if someone had actually spoken the command. But, no. It was in each musical selection he played.

He said “watch this” and pressed the button. As the music began, you slipped off your shoes. He pressed the button. You got undressed. He pressed the button. You undressed him. He pressed the button. You swallowed his cock. He let this track play for a while.

Sometimes a shirt is an inspiration. The client who purchased this guy keeps him silvery skinned and bald headed.

Bernard loved getting fucked by Dinnis. Feeling the entire length of his shaft rubbing its way through his innards; the eternity of that sensual agony once Dinnis had inserted his erection. Dinnis never came quickly and it could literally be hours and non-stop. Bliss for Bernard. Feeling that amorphous warmth as he ejaculated those massive amounts of Centaurian cum into him; stuffed him with that liquid joy. He loved how that cum would drip from his ass, or off of his lips, as Dinnis slid his spent and quivering meat, finally, all the way out.

It wasn’t the only the thing they ever did, but… one day in three it was.

This was the life.

It was very clear when you signed up to live in this dorm: everyone cleans up their own mess. You only get so many chances. If someone comes after you and there’s a mess in the way, you could get removed.

It wasn’t about sex, at first. Except, you didn’t really remember that, anymore. You just remembered this is what you agreed to. You lived here, you were fed, you were taken care of, and you were filled with the cum of every other resident — only you never really knew just how many roommates there were to a room… or how many rooms there were… It was hard to think about. The easy thing to think about was how much you preferred swallowing cock than sitting on it. Most cum always leaked out and you had to lick it up, anyway - but any chance at all to love your brothers’ cock was bliss.

You sat around, sometimes, while the guys were all at class. They took you to the park, sometimes, but the times when everyone’s classes left you alone … you almost remembered your classes; the ones you dropped, because you loved cock and you wanted to be there for your brothers. You agreed to it, of course. It was important for everyone to be responsible for their own mess. … then there was that day, one of the guys masturbated. Everyone said it once in a while, how they hadn’t been laid recently; but one of your brothers just got worse and worse, until one day, he announced he was just going to masturbate. The guys that were home … didn’t really mind. You all understood.

But then he came all over the floor and had to clean it up. He licked up some of it, because an older brother told him protein like that really shouldn’t go to waste. Everyone cleans up their own messes. The brothers were okay, as long as he didn’t leave it behind. He did that for a few days, too. Then came the time you were sitting next to him when he masturbated. He turned to you, the rookie, and begged you to help out an older brother. You agreed and jerked him off. You jerked him off as his breathing quickened and his muscles flexed and he ejaculated. Cum streaming out of his cock, as per usual, only it all landed on you. You kept jerking his cock as stream after stream erupted and left globs and ribbons on your arms and shirt. You kept jerking his cock until his muscles finally relaxed and his orgasm was over.

Then, it was one of the other brothers who told you to clean up the mess you made, jerking him off. You began licking it up, where you could. You raised your shirt, so you could suck it out of the cloth. Was this really the first time? How long had this gone on? You didn’t know. You just remembered you agreed to it. So when more of your brothers began to jerk off in the common room, you helped them, they came on you and you licked it up. It was you who said they should just stick it down your throat, directly. Not a drop of protein to waste and it was hard to get the cum out of the carpet, no matter how much you licked at the spot.

This was no fellatio, though. You were not the one in control of the cock entering you. This was pure irrumatio. Your mouth stayed open for any brother … or any cock … that needed his release. There were brothers, tho, that preferred your asshole. They liked the feel of it. They liked the positions for fucking you. It all went in your hole, of course. The brothers never made a mess of their own cum. When it leaked, you had to lick it up, so you … your love was for swallowing cock. Glock, glock, glock was the sound when the brothers had you nice and opened up for the day. You slimed all over the place, but nobody paid attention to that part. You failed to pay attention to that part, you just made sure the cum went back in you.

When you slept, the brothers cleaned up their part of the mess. You slept wherever a brother had you sleep. Sometimes just dozing on a sofa, often times cuddling one of your brothers. They didn’t sleep naked, though; only you did that. Your belongings were traded and sold. Your clothes, a thing of the past. You loved it here with your brothers. You were happy every time one of them came through the door. You were a good boy. You didn’t talk as much. You knew your brothers by their smell as much as by their name, but you never spoke of either. You had forgotten your own name. You responded to “hear boi”, but you knew that “cum dump” was you, because you are for cock.