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. I had started cocksucking a while back and once I'd turned 18 midway through my last year,I had sucked off most of the teams' athletes. It started when I was sitting with some of them playing video games, which then turned to internet porn and just being on the couch while a few of them stroked their cocks through their jeans and one of them making a comment about how he could use a blow job and before I knew it, there I was, on my knees, licking his hard on through his jeans. From there it was a short trip to all the guys pulling out their cocks and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for me to spend the evening with dick in my mouth. I never had a qualm--never questioned my actions. It was my nature.
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 was 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."
I gladly swirled my tongue around his cockhead, tasting the already steady stream of precum that must have been working all night. The other guy grabbed his cock by the base and gently and teasingly slapped my face with it. I fuckin love that; getting cockslapped really turns me on, and these guys, like the guys in high school, had discovered this and never missed an opportunity to cockslap my eager face.
The bed I was on had been specially constructed by some frat boy who was good at woodworking. It had two purposes: one was to give me a place to sleep; the other was to have my head off the bed in such a way that I had access to cocks. He had built a kind of head extension board, kind of like the "face pillows" they have on massage tables. This piece was attached to the foot of the bed and it was horizontal and in an oval big enough to allow my head to rest on it with a little extra room.When I needed it, I simply turned my body around so my head was at the bed's end. The key part was the hinge at the base of this extension, which attached to the frame. It could be set in five positions: tilted and locked up so my head was above horizontal about 60 degrees; then slightly less bent at 45 degrees; flat like a regular bed, and then the converse of the first position: below the horizontal about 45 degrees followed by 60. This meant that any dude who needed to seriously facefuck me could do so either straddling my chest or standing at the end of the bed and ramming his cock deep in my throat from a position where he could really work it. Most guys seemed to like this last position where they could really use their athletic thigh muscles to jackhammer their cocks into my throat.
At the moment, my head was on that extension and Mike was standing on my right and Rick on my left. Mike had laid his thick cock on my lips and was just sliding his dick back and forth, feeling my wet lips on his shaft and head.
"Aw fuck" he muttered, consumed with the feeling of an eager cocksucker worshipping his penis. Each forward stroke brought his balls into contact with my right cheek, and that was a freaking turnon. Mike had the biggest balls in the entire frat--by far. I know because they were frequently a source of conversation in the group showers: "Hey, Mr. Swinging Fruit! You part coconut tree?" and similar remarks echoed through the open shower almost every day. Mike just grinned. I overheard these because, not infrequently, I was on my knees, servicing one of the guys in the shower, who typically grabbed the back of my head as hot water streamed over him and me, and savagely fucked my mouth.
I had seen Mike's balls--which were at least the size of kiwis if not bigger--many times, but I had done nothing more than felt them bang into my chin as he drove his meat into my throat. Today, though, he had something else in mind. He reached across me and with his extended arm gently pushed Rick aside. He lifted his right leg and placed it on the left side of my head, straddling my chest.
"Got somethin' for you to try today, cocksucker. You're up for anything, right?"
I nodded as best I could; Rick's cock was still slapping me, coating my face with precum.
"Open your mouth, cocksucker," said Mike. "You're gonna take both my balls this morning."
Rick piped up, "No way, man. He'll never be able to get those fuckers in his mouth."
"Gonna make him," replied Mike. I was sure he must have winked at his buds at that moment. "Open up!"
But I wanted to work him up first, so I didn't respond immediately. Instead, I leaned up a little and kissed his ballsac. That sent electric currents through him. "Oh FUUUUCK!" he cried out. "Yeah, buddy... kiss my fucking balls! Kiss those cum tanks, you cocksucker, and if you're good I'll let you swallow my cum."
I kissed lightly, then passionately. Not content with that, I flicked my tongue all over his sac, making circles around it with my tongue, and paying special attention to the back side of his balls and to his taint.
"You goddamn, fucking cocksucker! Fuck yeah! Lick my balls! Fuckin LICK the back of my ballsac! Fuuuuuuuck!"
To be continued...
"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. I had started cocksucking a while back and once I'd turned 18 midway through my last year,I had sucked off most of the teams' athletes. It started when I was sitting with some of them playing video games, which then turned to internet porn and just being on the couch while a few of them stroked their cocks through their jeans and one of them making a comment about how he could use a blow job and before I knew it, there I was, on my knees, licking his hard on through his jeans. From there it was a short trip to all the guys pulling out their cocks and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for me to spend the evening with dick in my mouth. I never had a qualm--never questioned my actions. It was my nature.
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 was 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."
I gladly swirled my tongue around his cockhead, tasting the already steady stream of precum that must have been working all night. The other guy grabbed his cock by the base and gently and teasingly slapped my face with it. I fuckin love that; getting cockslapped really turns me on, and these guys, like the guys in high school, had discovered this and never missed an opportunity to cockslap my eager face.
The bed I was on had been specially constructed by some frat boy who was good at woodworking. It had two purposes: one was to give me a place to sleep; the other was to have my head off the bed in such a way that I had access to cocks. He had built a kind of head extension board, kind of like the "face pillows" they have on massage tables. This piece was attached to the foot of the bed and it was horizontal and in an oval big enough to allow my head to rest on it with a little extra room.When I needed it, I simply turned my body around so my head was at the bed's end. The key part was the hinge at the base of this extension, which attached to the frame. It could be set in five positions: tilted and locked up so my head was above horizontal about 60 degrees; then slightly less bent at 45 degrees; flat like a regular bed, and then the converse of the first position: below the horizontal about 45 degrees followed by 60. This meant that any dude who needed to seriously facefuck me could do so either straddling my chest or standing at the end of the bed and ramming his cock deep in my throat from a position where he could really work it. Most guys seemed to like this last position where they could really use their athletic thigh muscles to jackhammer their cocks into my throat.
At the moment, my head was on that extension and Mike was standing on my right and Rick on my left. Mike had laid his thick cock on my lips and was just sliding his dick back and forth, feeling my wet lips on his shaft and head.
"Aw fuck" he muttered, consumed with the feeling of an eager cocksucker worshipping his penis. Each forward stroke brought his balls into contact with my right cheek, and that was a freaking turnon. Mike had the biggest balls in the entire frat--by far. I know because they were frequently a source of conversation in the group showers: "Hey, Mr. Swinging Fruit! You part coconut tree?" and similar remarks echoed through the open shower almost every day. Mike just grinned. I overheard these because, not infrequently, I was on my knees, servicing one of the guys in the shower, who typically grabbed the back of my head as hot water streamed over him and me, and savagely fucked my mouth.
I had seen Mike's balls--which were at least the size of kiwis if not bigger--many times, but I had done nothing more than felt them bang into my chin as he drove his meat into my throat. Today, though, he had something else in mind. He reached across me and with his extended arm gently pushed Rick aside. He lifted his right leg and placed it on the left side of my head, straddling my chest.
"Got somethin' for you to try today, cocksucker. You're up for anything, right?"
I nodded as best I could; Rick's cock was still slapping me, coating my face with precum.
"Open your mouth, cocksucker," said Mike. "You're gonna take both my balls this morning."
Rick piped up, "No way, man. He'll never be able to get those fuckers in his mouth."
"Gonna make him," replied Mike. I was sure he must have winked at his buds at that moment. "Open up!"
But I wanted to work him up first, so I didn't respond immediately. Instead, I leaned up a little and kissed his ballsac. That sent electric currents through him. "Oh FUUUUCK!" he cried out. "Yeah, buddy... kiss my fucking balls! Kiss those cum tanks, you cocksucker, and if you're good I'll let you swallow my cum."
I kissed lightly, then passionately. Not content with that, I flicked my tongue all over his sac, making circles around it with my tongue, and paying special attention to the back side of his balls and to his taint.
"You goddamn, fucking cocksucker! Fuck yeah! Lick my balls! Fuckin LICK the back of my ballsac! Fuuuuuuuck!"
To be continued...
