I struggled to make up out of a deep sleep. Something warm was covering my face, and although it wasn't suffocating, it felt like some kind of odd torture or at least a prank. It kind of resembled those rolled hot towels they give you on long airline flights. The presence on my face shifted repeatedly, and in my thrashing I couldn't get out from under it. It then started to slap my face and that did the trick. I started up, suddenly awake.
"Cool it, kid! It's okay," said a familiar voice. I should have known. After all, I woke up most mornings this way. The warm presence on my face came from two large, throbbing penises, belong to two of the frat boys in the house. They had clearly woken up with morning wood--a state of affairs I knew well enough--and, as I imagine, a mere glance at each other was enough to send the message: "Let's get Kirk."
Next thing I know, I've got two frat boy cocks covering my face. They grinned like they always do, and pressed their cocks into my face.
"C'mon, Kirk.... You know the drill." They leaned in.
I certainly did know the drill. This was my dream job.
At the age of 18, I had heard of the Phi Beta Nu fraternity. Well, I say "heard" but mostly I saw stories online. I figured they couldn't be true, but as I lived in the town, I managed to meet the guy who was telling these stories, and it boiled down to this: the frat had a long tradition of having its own house cocksucker, and this guy was about to age out at 23, so they needed a replacement. He and I talked, he seemed to like me, and before the evening was out, we were in 69 position, me ramming my cock in his mouth while he did the same to me. A short while after, I was "interviewed" by three of the frat guys who made my situation clear. Of course, I had to prove my skills, so I as on my knees for a couple of hours while they took turns shoving their cocks deep in my throat and then unloading their hot loads of cum into my eager mouth. The fact that I wasn't fazed by this really impressed them, and the fact that I swallowed put me over the top. Come September, I had a small room at the frat and hardly left the building.
My mom--single--was glad to have her son have room and board and to be surrounded by slightly older guys who she thought would serve as a good example to me. She thought I had a kitchen and small repair role in the frat house, and in some ways she was right... when I had the time, I did do stuff like that.
That led me to this morning in November. For two months I had pretty regular visits first thing in the morning. Most guys woke up with hard ons and since I was right there, they had the option of not just beating off in bed but visiting me--a throat they could fuck to their hearts' content. This morning, Mike and Rick had walked into my room (the door was never really shut) and laid their massive weapons on my face, pressing their heat into my slumbering form. As I opened my eyes, my continual horniness set in, like theirs, and I stuck out my tongue.
"Atta boy" said Mike. "I knew you'd want to start your day with cock. Lick my head, man."
"Cool it, kid! It's okay," said a familiar voice. I should have known. After all, I woke up most mornings this way. The warm presence on my face came from two large, throbbing penises, belong to two of the frat boys in the house. They had clearly woken up with morning wood--a state of affairs I knew well enough--and, as I imagine, a mere glance at each other was enough to send the message: "Let's get Kirk."
Next thing I know, I've got two frat boy cocks covering my face. They grinned like they always do, and pressed their cocks into my face.
"C'mon, Kirk.... You know the drill." They leaned in.
I certainly did know the drill. This was my dream job.
At the age of 18, I had heard of the Phi Beta Nu fraternity. Well, I say "heard" but mostly I saw stories online. I figured they couldn't be true, but as I lived in the town, I managed to meet the guy who was telling these stories, and it boiled down to this: the frat had a long tradition of having its own house cocksucker, and this guy was about to age out at 23, so they needed a replacement. He and I talked, he seemed to like me, and before the evening was out, we were in 69 position, me ramming my cock in his mouth while he did the same to me. A short while after, I was "interviewed" by three of the frat guys who made my situation clear. Of course, I had to prove my skills, so I as on my knees for a couple of hours while they took turns shoving their cocks deep in my throat and then unloading their hot loads of cum into my eager mouth. The fact that I wasn't fazed by this really impressed them, and the fact that I swallowed put me over the top. Come September, I had a small room at the frat and hardly left the building.
My mom--single--was glad to have her son have room and board and to be surrounded by slightly older guys who she thought would serve as a good example to me. She thought I had a kitchen and small repair role in the frat house, and in some ways she was right... when I had the time, I did do stuff like that.
That led me to this morning in November. For two months I had pretty regular visits first thing in the morning. Most guys woke up with hard ons and since I was right there, they had the option of not just beating off in bed but visiting me--a throat they could fuck to their hearts' content. This morning, Mike and Rick had walked into my room (the door was never really shut) and laid their massive weapons on my face, pressing their heat into my slumbering form. As I opened my eyes, my continual horniness set in, like theirs, and I stuck out my tongue.
"Atta boy" said Mike. "I knew you'd want to start your day with cock. Lick my head, man."