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Dorm Encounter 3 of 23 (mm)
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Dorm Encounter III
When we last left our story, recall that Andrew and
Steve had just finished a masterful lovemaking session
only to find that several other men on the floor were
standing in the doorway jacking cum all over the
floor.....
I was the first to speak. "Holy shit, guys! Don't
waste that precious cum! Come over here and let me and
Steve work those loads out!"
John, Sam and Scott looked at each other sheepishly.
John became the spokesman for the group saying, "Well,
God-- we're not homos like you two lovebirds. We just
got hot watching you get off."
I replied, somewhat coyly, "Well, sure. But you seemed
to really enjoy it judging from what's all over my
floor, man!"
With that, all three shucked what remained of their
clothing, closed the door, and sat next to each other
on the bed. Steve looked at me, I looked at him, and
we both dove into two laps. I sucked John's root to
the base and he grabbed my head and began pulling my
ears and hair. I glanced sideways and saw that Steve
was giving admirable service to Sam who had thrown his
head back and was moaning in pleasure. Scott appeared
to be content to watch as he had his fist wrapped
around his throbbing cock, precum leaking from the slit
like water from a leaky faucet.
The sucking got intense. Steve and I were milking
these two magnificent cocks for all they were worth,
bouncing up and down and fondling balls as we went. I
began to feel that Scott might need some attention, so
I moved over and swallowed him to the hilt. He
screamed in ecstasy and pushed my head down further. I
sucked for all it was worth, while at the same time
running my hands over his chest. His broad and smooth
pectoral muscles caused my hands to sing with rejoicing
in having found such a splendid example of young
manhood.
There was little noise as the sucking continued. I was
just about to start wondering what had happened to John
when I felt a tentative lick on my cockhead. I looked
down to find John laying on his back, his lips wrapped
around my cockhead, bluntly and inexperiencedly sucking
me off. I pushed my cock further into his mouth as he
muffled a groan. His left hand was busy pumping his
rockhard prick and his other hand found the entrance to
my asschute. Tentatively at first, then boldly, he
stuck his index finger up my chute and prodded around
inside. When his finger reached and caressed my
prostrate gland, I immediately filled his mouth with my
sweet nectar. He swallowed quickly, and as I looked
down again, I saw that he had managed to grab almost
the entire load, only a trickle escaped from his mouth.
Watching his hand flail on his rod made me feel guilty,
so I stopped sucking Scott and turned and sat right
down on John's prick. He moaned in delight and began
humping his hips upward, meeting every downward plunge
of my tight moist ass. We were oblivious to the other
guys as we met in a frenzied cadence that defied all
logic and fucked with everything we had. I was quickly
rewarded with blast after blast of hot searing cum
shooting deep within me. As his cum subsided, I fell
of him and lay on the floor trying to catch my breath.
Steve and the others had watched our fucking with great
interest. Steve, apparently eager to plugged again,
yelled, "Somebody shove it to me NOW!" Scott, only too
happy to oblige, stood, bent Steve over the edge of the
bed, and ran his sword straight into Steve's ass. Steve
howled in delight and met the thrust head on. Soon
they were fucking up a storm. Sam, apparently feeling
left out and feeling the moment, stood and sank his
shaft into Scott's unlubed virgin ass. Scott screamed
in agony and Sam began to withdraw. Scott reached
around, grabbed Sam's hips, and drew him in saying,
"Don't stop. Oh, God it feels so good!"
Soon the three had reached a cadence that was
comfortable. Steve and Sam basically stood still and
Scott bounced back and forth between them. The
grunting and groaning reached a new height and John and
I were getting hard watching them. I flipped John over
on his back, pulled his legs up and over my shoulders,
and sank my tongue into his sweet asshole. I swabbed
around, lubing him up as he squirmed in delight, making
sweet cooing noises. Impatiently, he pulled at my
hair, urging me to complete the act. Needing no
further encouragement, I sank all eight inches into him
slowly and seductively, relishing in each gained inch
as his ass submitted to and clung to my throbbing
aching hardon. I slowly began moving in and out of
him, creating the most sublime friction I've
experienced in a while. His ass was hotter than hell,
and tight as a glove. It was tremendous. He was
bucking his ass trying to meet each thrust as we
finally found our rhythm and began fucking in earnest.
Looking over to the others, I noticed that the heat of
the moment was upon them as sweat flung out in all
directions and they were yelling at the top of their
lungs and panting. Suddenly, Sam tensed and shot what
looked to a huge load up Scott's ass. This apparently
triggered Scott's internal mechanism as he began
moaning and shooting into Steve. Steve, not to be
outdone, stood up, the two men still attached to him,
and showered John and myself with cum. We licked the
raindrop type shots off of ourselves, enjoying the
creamy semen.
Just as all this was happening, my dick slipped from
John's ass and began wildly spraying John and myself
with the biggest load I ever shot. Gob after gob of
creamy white spunk shot out and covered the two of us.
I lay down on top of him and slid around in my semen,
finding his cock with my hands and milking it for
another delicious load.
The three musketeers had calmed down and were sitting
on the bed watching us, tasting their semen from each
other's bodies and jacking their still hard cocks. I
suggested that they join us on the floor.
Having not tasted Sam yet I swallowed his raging cock
to the root, sucking and tasting this sweet boy. Sam
reached out for the nearest throbber, John's and
swallowed him. The others got the idea and soon we
were sucking each other in a crude daisy chain all over
the floor. Each was sucking and being sucked, and the
sounds and smells coming from the floor were intense,
better than any artificial high I had ever experienced.
We were all really into the scene, sucking and
thrusting.
Almost as if ordered, we began a chain reaction of
ejaculations that literally went around the circle.
Each of us attempted to swallow the load we were being
fed, and when we each in turn reached capacity, the
remaining load was shot into the middle of the circle
until there was quite a puddle of semen in the middle
of the floor. I was shaking and freaking from the
experience, and without knowing what I was really
doing, I crawled from the heap of manflesh to the
puddle and began lapping it up like a little kitten.
One by one, each guy came to me and kissed me deeply,
taking away a sample of the mixed sperm until my mouth
was dry, and we were all laying on the floor atop one
another exhausted.
No one spoke for some time. Finally, John said, "Never
in a million years did I think I would have done
something like this, but Goddamn it to Hell it was
GREAT!"
Several of the others echoed his thoughts, and soon we
began getting up and getting dressed to the extent
possible to head to the showers. Only Steve remained,
and he took my hand and pulled me to the bed where we
fell onto it, wrapped our arms around each other,
kissed deeply, and fell asleep.
Watch for Part IV soon!
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