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BUZZZ! BUZZZ! BUZZZ!

I begrudgingly grabbed my phone to silence the vibrating alarm. I never used the ringer for two reasons: first, the programmed sound made me feel like I was going to vomit, and second, having an audible alarm go off in a room with someone else sleeping would be a major asshole move.

My phone confirmed that it was indeed 3 a.m. Only three weeks ago, an alarm that early would’ve been a once-in-a-blue-moon event – an early flight for a family vacation or something. Alas, it had become the norm, and I was even starting to get used to it. I’d wake up before sunrise, hustle down to the dormitory bathroom to take a shower, and then I’d be back in bed by 3:30 a.m. with my hair still slightly damp.

I hadn’t been adjusting to college as well as most of the other students. I largely blamed myself for not fitting in. I made a classic mistake by assuming my mom was still running my life when I neglected to sign up for student housing. I had been very lucky to get a spot in one of the dorms about one week before school was scheduled to begin, after being on the waitlist.

To my utter dismay, I hadn’t been assigned to either of my top choices: the dedicated honors-student dorm or the LGBTQ one. It hadn’t been until move-in day that I’d even realized that I’d ended up in the athletics dorm.

I had never, ever been an athlete. My crowning achievement in sports had been picking dandelions whenever I was forced to play soccer in third grade. I hadn’t scored a single goal the entire season; my parents hadn’t even bothered to suggest I sign up the next year.

To make matters even worse, I wasn’t just in the athletics dorm. I was in the seventh circle of hell: an all-male floor. While two of the three floors were co-ed, I got stuck in the proverbial NFL locker room of the building. At first, I thought the all-male floor was a function of numbers; fewer women wanted to live in the athletics dorms, so it was necessary. It was only later that I discovered that some of the men had actually wanted to live in a unisex environment.

I’d never gotten along with jocks in high school. As a scrawny five-foot-five guy who’d spent most of my free time in the art studio lab, I hadn’t run in the same social circles as them. That had become even more apparent after I’d come out as bi during my senior year. I’d grown accustomed to the football team douchebags coughing the word “fag” under their breath when I’d had to present in class.

I’d survived, but I’d learned a lesson. When I’d realized that I was going to be living with a bunch of dumbbell-lifting dipshits for a year, I’d decided to go back into the proverbial closet. I’d figured I could still hook-up with guys on the down low if I decided that’s what I wanted, but I’d play up that I was into girls.

I looked over at the bed across the room. My roommate, Chad, was still sound asleep. Luckily for me, he seemed to be pretty hard to disturb. He hit the snooze button at least three times most mornings when he had to get up for his first class.

I gathered my pre-assembled kit from the closet. It was just a small tote filled with a clean pair of underwear, pajama bottoms, and a T-shirt. I tiptoed barefoot through the dark to the door.

My eyes burned as I slid into the hallway; the fluorescent lighting was a stark contrast to the cave I’d just emerged from. I’d learned that the building sounded eerily quiet at 3 a.m., which I’d come to appreciate. I walked the thirty feet from my room to the shared bathroom. I tentatively opened the door; nobody was inside. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I grabbed my shower amenities from the set of small lockers located near the entrance and walked over to the bank of sinks. I hurriedly brushed my teeth and flossed. I didn’t need to shave that day; my facial hair grew out so slowly that I only needed to shave some peach fuzz about once a week.

Then I cast my gaze once more upon the bane of my existence. There were four shower stalls lined up against the wall. Two of them didn’t even have curtains! The other two were not in much better shape; the slightly-mildewed fabric was torn and ripped from the hooks. They covered only about half of the opening to the showers.

My first time in the dorm bathroom during the evening had felt like a surreal nightmare. I’d gone in to brush my teeth after dinner when I’d been accosted by a small horde of guys crammed into the compact space – some half-naked, some baring it all. All of the showers had been in use; the two jocks in the ones without curtains were openly talking to their friends near the sinks.

I remember looking over at one of them. His name was Jordan; he was a tall, lean baseball player. He’d been rubbing body wash all over his thighs as his soft dick had sort of flopped around. He’d given me a small “jock nod” when he’d realized I was looking at him; I’d immediately averted eye contact. I’d heard him let out a small chuckle before returning to his conversation. I’d brushed my teeth as quickly as I could, then left – though “fled” is more accurate.

After a day of not bathing and getting pretty ripe, I’d decided that showering in the middle of the night was my best chance to have some privacy. I’d just felt too uncomfortable trying to do it with all those meatheads around.

I hopped into the shower furthest to the right; it was the one with the curtain that offered the most coverage. I popped my towel on the hook, put my shower caddie on the floor, and turned on the water. I took off my clothes and scrunched them on the floor right in front of the shower stall so they wouldn’t get soaked.

I’d become fairly good at taking speedy showers. I could be in and out in less than three minutes, but I’d stretch to five minutes if I were feeling really exhausted.

I grabbed the body wash and tossed some on my palms. I started to rub it all over my frame. As I said, I was lean at only about one hundred and twenty pounds, so I had less ground to cover than most of the muscle-bound clods in the dorm.

I caressed my hairless chest and stomach; I didn’t have abs per se, but it would have been possible if I’d bulked up a little bit. I rubbed my thighs and legs. Like my face, they didn’t really grow much hair. They had the lightest coat of blond fuzz.

I dug my fingers into my ass cheeks; it actually felt kind of nice. My butt wasn’t by any means impressive, but it was a small bubble. It seemed to be where I stored most of my body fat.

I moved my hands to the front of my body. I looked down at the main reason I was taking a shower in the middle of the night – my teeny cock. I knew that there were growers and there were show-ers, but I was a no-er. Not only had I not been lucky enough to be a dude with a flaccid anaconda swinging around, but I also didn’t even have a hard, solid stick.

My soft dick reminded me a little bit of an acorn buried between a small pile of hay. I only had a small, sparse covering of blond pubic hair. Just like the rest of my body, it looked inadequate compared to other guys.

I grabbed my nub between my middle and index fingers; it measured just over one inch. One of the reasons I was so anxious about gaining the freshman fifteen was that I worried that it would disappear completely into my pubic mound if I put on any weight. I rubbed it between my fingers to give it a thorough cleaning.

I massaged my balls with my other hand. While also hairless, they were at least a little bigger. Roughly the size of small grapes, I wasn’t nearly as self-conscious about them as I was about my baby carrot.

I should have seen it coming. I was an eighteen-year-old who hadn’t jacked off in weeks. It only took me a few seconds to get hard. My dick “grew” to its full potential of two-point-four inches – and, yes, I knew for a tragic fact that it wasn’t two-point-five. In addition to being practically microscopic, it wasn’t a normal girth either. I had compared it to various household objects to assess it; it was a tad larger in circumference than an AA battery.

I hated my dick, but I liked the way it could make me feel. I let myself enjoy the warm sensation of the water raining down on me as I jiggled my jellybean between my fingers. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the growing pleasure in my groin.

CREAK!

I stopped as quickly as I could. I went back to rubbing my stomach while looking over my shoulder. I peered through the opening in the curtain to better see the bathroom. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that nobody had entered.

I reached for my shampoo bottle; a part of me was screaming to finish up and get the hell out of there, but the nerve endings in my dick were still firing with delight. I grabbed it again between my index finger and thumb; I began to frantically “tug” on it. I had to suppress my desire to moan, although I’m sure one or two escaped. It only took about thirty seconds before I felt the climax coming.

My dick spurted a little rope of goo that landed right on my foot. A few more drops trickled out in my second “shot.” I’d never been able to cum that much; I’d been amazed by porn videos of guys that could fill a large shot glass.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I hadn’t realized just how much of a stress-reliever jerking off had been for me until that moment. I moved my foot around in the stream of water to cleanse it of the spunk clinging to it.

I started washing my hair; it wasn’t that long, so it was a fairly easy task. After about ten seconds of massaging my fingers in my scalp, I heard one of the sinks start running. My heart practically jumped out of my body. I immediately aborted my mission and dunked my hair under the stream of water.

“How’s it going, buddy?” I heard a voice ask.

I paused for a second with my hands on the back of my neck. I waited to see if anyone else would reply. Is there more than one person out there? I swiveled my head again to look through the opening in the curtain.

Our eyes locked; it was a guy named Knox who lived in a quad room next to mine. He was the quintessential jock douchebag who would have made fun of me in high school. I’d overheard him talking about how he’d been the MVP of his high school football team. He had to be six-foot-five and two hundred pounds of muscle. He was always walking around the hallways shirtless to show off his biceps.

“I’m fine,” I eked out as I turned back towards the showerhead.

“I just got back from a party, and I had to piss like a racehorse. I was surprised that anyone was up showering at this time.”

I didn’t say anything. My stomach filled with acid. I stared straight ahead of me at the tiles on the wall. I wasn’t sure what I was hoping would happen by not replying.

“You must be tired if you’re up this late. I’ll keep you company while you finish showering, bro.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I felt a lever switch inside of me; I could practically visualize it swinging from “freeze” to “flight.” A surge of anxious energy shot through my core.

“Thanks, I think I’m good though.”

I turned off the water and reached behind me to grab my towel from the hook near the opening of the stall.

No. No. No.

I reached again, praying for a different outcome. I turned my head to see that my towel was gone — and it wasn’t just my towel. My tote bag with my clean clothing was missing, too. I immediately looked at the floor to see if they had fallen from the hook; of course, they hadn’t.

I grasped my crotch with both my hands to cover myself. I frantically turned around and looked through the curtain opening towards the floor. I could tell that Knox was watching me, even though I was too overwhelmed, actually, to look at him.

“You’re in a double with Chad, right?”

I didn’t say anything. I looked at the floor for a moment longer as if somehow the sleek, white tile would transform into fabric I could use to cover myself. My field of vision felt as if it were narrowing; I forced myself to take a deep breath.

“I was asking because I saw Chad leaving as I was barging in to piss. It looked like his hands were full with a towel and a bag. It didn’t look like he’d showered, though.”

What the fuck? Chad and I weren’t by any means “friends,” but I had thought we respected each other well enough. He seemed like one of the less self-centered guys on the floor. We’d even played CoD twice when we’d both been bored and hadn’t had other plans.

“Motherfucker…” I muttered.

“Chill, bro,” Knox chuckled. “I’m guessing you were never ‘one of the boys’ in high school, huh? This is just something we do to each other. It’s impossible to have been a varsity player without your teammates having screwed with you at some point.”

“Okay,” I responded while my mind raced with other thoughts.

“I’m sure he just took your shit back to your room. He’ll just roast you for having to walk down the hall naked once you get back.”

Knox was just idly standing by the sink; we were both staring at one another through the opening in the curtain.

“You’re a shy guy, aren’t you?” Knox asked with a chuckle. “Dude, it’s like the middle of the night. You should be happy he didn’t pull this shit with you when the hall is crowded with people.”

I took the least comfort from his comment. To be honest, I was a bit surprised, since he’d always come across as a narcissistic jerk in the few interactions we’d had.

Knox was smiling; it was objectively dazzling. He had perfect teeth that looked whiter than what one would expect from someone who wasn’t a celebrity.

He started to walk the few steps over to the shower stall. I was stuck in mental quicksand; my feet were glued to the floor.

“I can help you out so you can stay covered,” he said as he pulled back the shower curtain and grabbed my caddie from the ground.

I almost fainted as the curtain swooshed back against the wall. A pall of dread surrounded me. I pressed my hands even closer to my fun-sized package.

“You’re Jack, right? I’m Knox.”

I nodded since I didn’t think I could find the words to form a sentence. He returned to a standing position; his clothed body was less than a foot away from my naked frame.

Knox looked at me; his blue eyes somehow managed to gleam under the harsh lighting. I had to crane my neck to maintain eye contact with him, because he was so close. It made me even more aware that I was an entire foot shorter than him.

“Well… let’s get going, little buddy?”

I quickly looked down towards my crotch; it was almost a Pavlovian reaction to hearing little. I felt reassured to see that my hands were still firmly in place.

I slowly got out of the shower stall as if stepping onto an icy lake, aware that I could plunge into the freezing water at any moment.

Knox positioned himself next to me; he placed his large mitt on my shoulder.

“Wow, you’re a little dude. What are you, like five-three?”

“Five-five.”

“Maybe in shoes,” Knox chuckled. “I bet you’d even be five-seven in the right pair of heels.”

He winked as he playfully squeezed my shoulder. My face turned bright red. I hated the fact that I blushed so easily; I hoped he couldn’t tell that I was completely embarrassed.

We walked over to the small bank of lockers. I kept glancing towards the entrance, fearful that someone could walk in at any moment. It took me a moment to realize that Knox was speaking.

“So… which one?”

“What?”

“Which locker?” he said, laughing. “Are you out of it on something? You seem… not okay.”

“I’m just tired,” I said rather unconvincingly. “It’s number four.”

Knox opened my locker and put the shower caddie inside. Rather than slamming it shut, he closed it gently. I kept my focus on the door.

“Mind if I take a piss, bro?”

“Huh?” I’d thought he’d already gone. He still has to go? Wasn’t that why he came to the bathroom in the first place?

“I know I’ll wake up about to explode if I don’t go.”

“Um, okay.”

I expected him to leave me at the locker, but it seemed like we both started to walk. I realized that his hand was still on my shoulder; it was like he was steering me with him. I was far too worried about someone else entering, even to try to make sense of what he was doing.

In a few seconds, we were both standing in front of the four urinals on the wall opposite the shower stalls. He took the one on the far left and somehow positioned me in front of the one next to him. He finally let go of my shoulder.

“What did you get up to tonight, little buddy?”

Knox moved his hands towards his zipper; I heard the metallic buzzing sound of it opening. I couldn’t help myself; my eyes were in control. I watched as his large right hand reached into the opening and fiddled with the fly of his boxers.

Holy shit! I thought speechlessly as his cock unfurled from his jeans. That’s got to be eight inches!

“Buddy? Buddy?”

I was mesmerized; I barely registered him speaking in that moment. Suddenly, Knox started to shake his cock like it was a flag trying to get someone’s attention.

Shit! I quickly looked up, making eye contact again. Knox chuckled, a cocky grin on his face. I was completely expecting him to roast me for staring.

“So… what did you get up to?” he repeated as he started to piss.

“Nothing much. I just worked on a paper for my English class.”

Knox’s piss was making a ton of noise as it splashed against the porcelain. It sounded like he was unloading a stronger stream than I’d ever heard.

“Bummer,” he said. “Aren’t you going to piss, too? I can never listen to someone else going and not have to go myself.”

“No… I’m fine.”

He continued to hold his large, meaty dick in his left hand. I continued looking at it, realizing I shouldn’t be, and trying to look literally anywhere else.

“Come on, bro,” Knox chided. “I know you’ll regret it later if you don’t.”

He reached over with his right hand and started to playful tug at my wrists. My hands were still clamped down on my little guy. He almost pulled one of them off, but I resisted pretty forcefully.

I was still half-staring at his dick as his hand tickled my delicate wrist, trying to wrench it free. My right palm pressed even harder against my junk. I could feel what was happening in my body before my brain registered what it meant. My pocket rocket reached its full potential. The only silver lining was that it was still completely obscured from his view.

He yanked at my wrist again. I focused on the echoing sound of his urine splattering; I couldn’t believe he was still pissing. I tried to take a step further away from him, but he locked his hand around my wrist.

“Pee shy, huh? No biggie. I’m not going to force you to piss.”

Knox gently released me from his grasp and moved that hand back towards his crotch. His stream finally started to slow down. Within a few seconds, it was coming out in short spurts as he forced the last bit from his bladder.

He shook the final few drops from its large, mushroom-shaped head. We were both watching intently; I was at least trying to pretend I was only looking from the corner of my eyes. That was progress.

“Fuck, I always feel so great after I take a huge piss.”

Knox waved his monster around a little more. I felt my own hard cock pulsating under my palm. I wondered what it would feel like to hold something that big in my hand – well, probably both hands. I had extremely limited experience with men, which I’d only just acquired in the few weeks before starting college. In fact, I had only ever given two handjobs and one blowjob; they’d all been for the same guy. He had had a solid five-inch dick, which had still been huge in my eyes, but it was nothing like what was in front of me just then.

A teeny, tiny part of me wanted to reach out and grab it while it flopped around in front of me. Of course, I’d also thought about robbing a bank and a million others things I’d never do.

Knox started to try to jam his massive rod back into his fly, but it wasn’t being all that cooperative. It didn’t want to seem to bend with quite as much ease as when he’d pulled it out.

“This is the burden I bear,” he said with a wink.

Knox unbuttoned his jeans; he pushed them down with his underwear so they were just below his nuts. He had a small, trimmed brown bush. His balls were much bigger than mine; they were more like golf balls than my substandard grapes.

“That’s the same look my ex used to get,” he cackled.

I looked over at myself in the large mirror above the bank of sinks. My eyes were practically bulging from my head, and my lips were slightly parted. I contorted my face into the most neutral expression I could muster. I preemptively begged myself not to blush, but I knew it wouldn’t matter.

I didn’t say anything, but I did manage to look away. I listened as he put his dick away and zipped himself up. Once I heard the commotion die down, I looked back into his eyes.

“Okay, let’s get you back to your room. I can block you if anyone is in the hallway. Shit, you’re so small that no one will even be able to see you if you’re behind me.”

Knox placed his hand on my nape. Again, he started walking us across the room. I looked back at the mirror. We seemed so odd together – a towering, muscle-bound Adonis in casual clothes and a naked, underdeveloped runt.

“I do that too,” Knox chimed in, while gazing into the mirror as well. “It’s important to check out the goods to see what the girls see.”

I shook my head in agreement. I felt his large mitt release from my nape. It moved so swiftly that I felt it forcefully smacking my ass cheek before my eyes processed what I was seeing play out. I almost jumped a foot into the air; my cock went from being steel hard to being whatever the densest metal on Earth was.

“You got a nice ass, little dude. I bet the girls love it. There are so many chicks out there that love the swimmer build.”

It took less than a few seconds for a large, red handprint to appear; it covered more than my entire cheek. Kill me. Now I have to walk down the hall naked with a large handprint on my bottom? But then it clicked. How could I have been so dumb?

I craned my neck to look up into Knox’s eyes. He positioned himself to better look down at me.

“This is going to sound dumb, but I just realized I don’t have to be naked.” I shook my head as if to highlight my naiveté. “You’re like a foot taller than me and almost twice my weight. If you lend me your T-shirt, it’ll probably go to my knees. Sure, I’ll look stupid, but it’s better than this.”

Knox just stood there; a look appeared on his face that I couldn’t quite decipher. He looked concerned, but also as if he were solving a puzzle.

“Nah, bro. Ain’t going to work.”

I was beyond perplexed; it was the simplest fucking solution. I waited for him to reveal his wisdom. I knew that I must look a little frosty in that moment.

“Well… first of all, you can’t logic your way out of a prank. Trust me, I’ve seen tons of guys try. If Chad wanted to see you scramble back to your room naked, it’s going to happen. And, if you fight back, he’ll probably up the ante next time. I mean, that’s what we’d always do to the smart guys on my football team anyway.”

I felt dejected. Maybe he’s right? I don’t know anything about these jock bros other than the fact that none of this shit seems to bother them the way it does me.

“Also,” he said, “I have a rule that I only let my girls walk around naked in just my T-shirts.” He laughed. “You’re not trying to be one of my girls, are you?”

I forced an awkward giggle out of my throat, joining him in the japery. Knox placed his hand on the nape of my neck again. He lightly massaged it with his fingers for a few seconds.

We started walking again. He glided me to the door in record time. I paused for a moment; he could sense my resistance. He opened the door and peeked out.

“Coast is clear.”

My heart began to thump like a timpani drum. The sparse hair on my arms stood up on alert. My cock was throbbing as I pressed it into my palm with even greater force.

The next few seconds were a bit of a blur. We stepped into the hallway. I think I tried to sprint, but Knox’s hand held me in place. He slowly and deliberately walked us down the hall. For a second, I was convinced I’d been set up. I fully expected every door to open and the hall to flood with freshman boys filming me… but it didn’t happen.

We’d already made it the short distance to my door before I snapped out of my paranoid delusion. I grabbed the handle and paused. I looked into Knox’s cerulean eyes.

“Um… thanks. I mean, really… thank you.”

“No biggie.”

I turned the knob. The door wouldn’t budge. My anxiety spiked again; I’m sure Knox must have been able to tell.

“It’s part of the game, little dude. I’m sure he wants to make you knock and beg him to let you in.”

“What the fuck!” I angrily muttered.

“Little dude is getting fiery,” he said bemusedly, but almost as if he was proud.

I scanned the hallway again. I needed to make another threat assessment before taking Knox’s advice. As could be expected for the hour, it remained empty except for the two of us. I pushed my naked body closer to the wooden door.

“I got you,” he said.

Knox positioned his mammoth body behind mine to block me from view of anyone who might pop out into the hallway. I was a little surprised that he chose to face the door rather than turn his back to me so he could be a better lookout. But I wasn’t about to criticize him for trying to help me. I guess he’s a much nicer guy than I’d pegged him for. Maybe I was the dick for making assumptions about him?

Knox looked down over my shoulder; with his height, it would have been impossible not to. I softly tapped on the door while fully covering my junk with my other hand.

“Chad, it’s me,” I whispered. “You got me real good. Can you let me in now?”

Silence. I cocked my head to listen more closely for any noise in the room, but it didn’t yield any different results.

“Chad,” I said as I knocked with greater urgency. “Come on. This isn’t as funny as you think it is.”

“I mean,” Knox offered, “he probably thinks it’s pretty funny.”

I tilted my head and gave him an icy death stare. He moved both hands onto my shoulders and began to rub them gently.

“Sorry,” he said.

I knocked even more loudly, even though it freaked me out that someone in another room might hear. I practically pressed my mouth against the door. Knox seemed to be shifting his weight behind me. I felt a jutting sensation as denim came to rest against my lower back.

Is that his package? I mean, what else could it be? I simultaneously became more panicked and more aroused. In that moment, a freaked-out wolf and a horny wolf were fighting inside of me.

“Chad!” I quietly screamed. “Chad! Get your ass over here and let me inside!”

I felt immediate regret at just how loud I had been. If it wasn’t for the sudden sensation of Knox’s bulge digging deeper into my lower back, I might have started to cry.

Knox started to squat down a little. Fireworks erupted in my core as his fat package forcefully traveled down the cleft in my ass cheeks before lodging right against the bubble. I could sense his warm breath against my ear as he leaned in.

“You’re going to wake everyone up, little dude. He’s either really fucking with you, or he accidentally crashed, and he’s not waking up. Which one do you think it is?”

Fuck. He smells so good. I hadn’t realized it before then, but he had the slight musk guys my age got when they had been sweating earlier. I would have given everything to lick his neck to see if I could taste it. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m naked in the hallway trying to make sure nobody ever sees my baby dick, and I’m having to resist the urge to lick some straight meathead?

“He sleeps through at least three alarms every morning,” I sighed.

“Well… that sucks.”

“Yep.”

We both kind of stood there for a moment. I let myself really focus on feeling Knox’s heat as he hovered so close to me; I focused on the radiating warmth of his hammer digging into my pert backside.

“Okay. I guess you’ll have to crash with me then.”

Knox hastily straightened himself to a standing position and removed his hands from my shoulders. What the hell is happening now? He spun me around by grabbing me by the hip. I almost stumbled as my back came to face the dorm room door.

Knox sidled up right next to me. He slid his hand around my side and pulled me close to his body. He feels really fucking good. God, he’s like covered in muscles.

I stood frozen; I still wasn’t quite registering what was happening. Am I going to his room?

“Let’s get moving, hun,” he said, giving me a small swat on the ass before putting his arm back around me.

‘Hun?’ No. ‘Son?’ I mean, it still sounds fucking weird, but that had to be it.

His room was right next to mine. He maneuvered us there in a few seconds while still holding me tightly against his body. He opened the door, and we stepped inside.

I’d been in his quad once when we’d first met. The central area had two desks, a bookshelf, a few sturdy chairs, and a console with a TV on top of it – the standard setup, more or less. There were two doors – one on the left and one on the right. Each one led to a smaller room with two twin beds. I looked at the door to the left. The whiteboard on it read “Matty/Knox.”

Knox let go of me and walked over to the other side of the room near one of the chairs. I continued to scan the room while still trying to catch up with what was happening.

“So Matty is pretty much passed out. He tends to sleep pretty deeply, but I still try not to be loud. Kind of a dick move, right?”

Knox turned away from me and started to pull off his fitted, black T-shirt. His back muscles rippled as he yanked it over his head. He simultaneously kicked off his sneakers and socks, attempting to multitask.

“Yeah, I woke him up once or twice our first week. Now I’ve kind of learned how not to bother him when he’s drunk.”

Knox turned to face me again, but rather than making eye contact, he looked down at his pants. I observed as he undid his jeans and slid them to the ground. He let them puddle into a mess before kicking them underneath the chair.

Sweet Jesus! His body was insane. He had massive calves that looked like ripe melons, his pecs heaved out in front of him, and his biceps were pumped up with veins bulging out from just below the surface. I’d seen his arms plenty of times before – everyone in the dorm was a showoff – but they were no less impressive for it.

He wasn’t super hairy, though. I wondered if he shaved. He only had a small treasure trail below his six-pack, leading from the bottom of his belly button into his boxers.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My balls tightened in response to that magnificent display. I felt a drop of pre-cum ooze into my palm. It was actually a surprise since I didn’t really ever leak like most other guys.

“So… you’re going to be sleeping with me tonight, little dude.”

“I, um, I…” I stammered. “No, you don’t need to do that. If you have, like, a robe or something, I can just toss that on. Then I’ll just sleep on the floor out here.”

Knox appeared stern; I could sense he wasn’t going to agree.

“I’m good. I swear. I go camping all the time, so I’m used to sleeping on the ground. It’s not a problem. Really.”

“Don’t be stupid, little buddy. Even if I take up like two-thirds of the bed, you are like so fucking teeny. You probably won’t even take up the rest.”

“No, I…”

“End of discussion!”

Knox hadn’t yelled per se, but he made it clear he was getting his way. The butterflies in my stomach took to the air. It felt embarrassing to admit, but his being forceful really turned me on.

“Okay,” I mumbled.

“Let’s go to bed then, hun.”

‘Hun.’ I fucking knew it! ‘Son’? I’m an idiot.

Knox stared me down; he latched his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his boxers and pushed them to the floor. I could tell he was trying to gauge my reaction. It didn’t stop me from blushing, though.

Knox’s fat cock swung heavily between his legs as he kicked his shorts towards where his jeans lay crumpled. Is it? No, it can’t be? I focused more on his delectable-looking rod. It was definitely fluffed up from when I’d last seen it. It looked to be about nine inches in length.

As if following my lead, he glanced down at his dick. He grabbed it and gave it a quick tug before releasing it. Then he looked at me again.

“Sorry, he has a mind of his own sometimes,” Knox chuckled. “I normally jerk off before bed if I don’t hook up, so I think he’s just ready for action.”

At least a dozen separate thoughts entered my mind. What am I supposed to say to that? I had no fucking clue, so I just smiled and nodded.

“It’s just us, little dude. You don’t need to cover up anymore.”

Knox nodded towards my hands. I pushed them even closer to my body. My AA battery was practically sparking. I could feel it pulsing against my palm. Two-point-four inches throbbing might not have been noticeable to anyone else, but I had practical experience.

I just stood silently and shook my head from side to side. I looked down at the floor. Tears began to well up in my eyes. The shame coursing through my veins mixed with the arousal to create something I’d never experienced before. It definitely wasn’t the worst sensation.

“Dude, I know that it’s… small,” Knox said, carefully choosing his adjective. “I mean, I kind of got a view when you were in the shower before you realized I was there. I didn’t ‘see it’ see it, but the fact that you haven’t moved your hands one millimeter kind of confirms it.”

“Wha… what?” I asked.

My head was spinning; I felt like I was going to vomit. I’d worried so much, and I’d been so careful. Now this football bro is going to tell everyone I’m packing a partially pinkie-sized finger in my boxers. I can’t. I just can’t.

“I mean, why do I care about the size of your junk? I’m perfectly happy with what I have going on downstairs, and that’s all that really impacts my life. Shit, you could be sporting a twelve-inch tool, and it’s nothing to do with me, right?”

I still felt the tears teetering on the edge of my eyelids; they were precariously close to running down my cheeks. I was so tired. My mind was tired from getting up at 3 a.m. for weeks, and my body was tired after being flooded with anxiety for the past… well, at that point, I didn’t even know how long.

“That thing you said earlier,” I eked out. “I guess I’m kind of the same way.”

“What thing?”

I dropped my hands to my side; my puny pecker poked out in front of me. Knox’s eyes widened. I realized that it was probably what I looked like when I’d first seen his anaconda earlier that evening.

“Are… are you hard?”

I nodded. The shame was definitely starting to overtake the arousal. A small chuckle burst forth from Knox’s full lips; it seemed like he really tried to hold it back. My hands raced to cover myself, and the tears broke through the dam.

I tried not to show him that I was crying, but it was pretty obvious. He raced across the room and stood next to me. I could practically hear the gears turning in his mind as he figured out what to say.

“That was fucked up. I’m sorry. I guess I was just surprised.”

Knox placed his hand on the back of my neck; he started to massage it. My tears began to dry up as I willed them to stop.

I don’t know why I did what I did next… but I did. I dropped my hands back to my sides. I waited for him to burst out laughing. I know, I know. ‘Freak!’ ‘Baby dick!’ Say what you need to say to get an easy laugh.

Knox just kind of looked down with curiosity while stroking my neck. I hadn’t expected it, to be honest.

“Can I ask a question?” he said. “Or questions?”

“Sure.”

“How big is it?”

“About two-and-a-half inches hard.”

Knox nodded, but he didn’t say anything. Questions. Plural. I silently waited.

“Are you… are…”

“What? Just ask.”

“Are you like one of those trans guys?”

The blood rushed to my face; I knew I must have been beet red. I turned my head to look away from him.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s just that I know a girl who is a guy now, and she told me that she might have surgery one day. She said, like they do something to the clit to make it a little bigger and kind of look like a penis.”

Silence.

“I mean, I didn’t really get the details. I’m cool with transgenders though. I just don’t get how it works. Like, do you still have a vagina under there, too?”

I felt mortified; the only consolation was that Knox seemed to be ill at ease, too. He had started talking really fast for the last few sentences.

“I’m a guy. I was born a guy. So… no, I don’t have a vagina.”

“Oh.”

“It’s just small. I’ve never seen a doctor about it or anything, but what I found online says it’s just the way it is for some guys. I guess it’s like how there are, like, less than 1% of guys who are, like, under 5 feet tall. It’s like that… but with penis size. I just got really fucking unlucky.”

We both just kind of stood there. I think I was waiting for him to say something, and he was waiting for me. It felt like the silence lasted forever.

“Let’s go to bed then, hun.”

Knox reached behind me and grasped the same ass cheek he’d slapped earlier. I waited for him to release it, but he kept his massive mitt firmly planted on it. Just like he’d done using his grip on my nape, he walked me into my bedroom. I could feel my dick throbbing hard as he touched me.

He put his finger to his lips as we entered the small room. He pushed me in front of him, nodding towards the twin bed on the right side of the room. I could hear his roommate, Matty, drunkenly snoring in the other room. There was a soft light left on in Matty’s closet, so I could still see without worrying about bumping into things.

Knox’s bed hadn’t been made. I slid under the top sheet; he didn’t have a comforter. It was still too warm outside to need one. I immediately noticed how much the sheets smelled like him.

It was only a moment before I felt a hand on my ass pushing me across the bed, so I was nestled against the wall. Knox scooted under the top sheet and squeezed himself onto the small bed with me. He’d been wrong; there wasn’t really enough room for both of us. My right side was less than an inch from the wall, and my left side was smashed against his.

As if taking stock of our precarious positioning, Knox slid his right arm beneath my small frame and pulled me into the cozy crook of his body. He felt so amazingly warm; it made me realize how chilly I’d gotten from running around naked and wet.

“Good news,” he said in a louder whisper. “Matty fell asleep with his headphones on, so we don’t have to worry about waking him quite as much.”

“Oh… cool.”

Knox rustled around, trying to get comfy. A large tent in the sheets was waving around as he squirmed. I looked down at my own crotch; there was barely a wrinkle in the fabric.

Knox’s nose dug into the top of my scalp; he took a deep breath. What was that?

“You smell really nice — not like most other guys.”

It felt kind of silly. It was surely just my shampoo. I’d always thought it smelled a little like honey.

“Thanks,” I mumbled. “You smell really good, too.”

“Ha! Really. I don’t believe you. I smell pretty funky most nights since I shower in the morning.”

He started to pull his arm out from under me. Before I knew it, he’d shoved his pit right in front of my nose. He had an underarm full of thick, brown hair.

“Here. You can’t possibly think this smells good.”

I inhaled deeply; my nose sort of pushed its way into his pit. It smelled like All-American masculinity. It smelled like every adult male I’d known who’d said woodworking was one of his hobbies. I pulled away, feeling aware of my brazenness.

“I don’t know. I don’t think it’s bad. Maybe I’m just weird.”

Knox let out another bemused chuckle as he repositioned himself – well, repositioned us both, really. I allowed myself to push in even more tightly against his large frame. Fuck, this is turning me on so fucking much.

I could still see his face from the corner of my eye, even though his head was positioned higher than mine on the pillow as I rested against him. It looked like he was grinning; that made me grin too.

“I kind of thought you didn’t like me,” Knox said.

“I… I guess I kind of didn’t. But I thought you didn’t like me. You just came across as…”

“Kind of full of myself.”

I stifled a laugh, fearing I’d wake Matty up. Knox’s body absorbed the vibrations as I jostled.

“Well… you said it. Not me.”

Knox’s right hand suddenly started tickling my flank as he held me. His fingers rubbed back and forth like he was trying to read a message hidden in my ribs.

“Your skin is so fucking soft, Jackie. It reminds me of a girl’s.”

I just let him keep stroking. As small sparks shot from his fingertips to my side, something else caught my attention. The tent at his crotch had become even more pronounced than it had been.

“Fuck,” he said just loud enough so I could hear.

Knox moved his left hand under the sheet; I started rubbing the hollow in the middle of my stomach. I inhaled deeply, not expecting the new sensation. He started forming a circle with that hand while continuing to strum my side with the other. It took me a full ten seconds to remember to exhale.

It felt wonderful. I’d never been cradled and stroked by another man, especially one who looked like Knox. It made me feel so small and delicate.

I started to move my own hand; I placed it so that the back of it brushed against his massive thigh muscle. I moved it around just enough so the hair on his legs pushed in between my fingers.

“Mmmmm,” he sighed.

I pushed my hand even further so it rested in the middle of his thigh; then I flipped it so the palm side was down. I squeezed firmly, digging my fingers into his flesh.

“You want to know, huh?” he asked.

“Want to know what?”

Knox shook his head from side to side. He didn’t say anything, he just kept touching me.

I wasn’t really thinking in that moment. His hands felt heavenly, and I loved the feel of his skin on mine. I slid my hand even further. My fingertips hit the fat root of his huge dick.

Is this a mistake? Should I stop?

I kept going. His cock was so massive. I couldn’t even close my hand around its base. I kept sliding my hand towards the tip as I held it tight. It felt like the journey would never end.

Large veins pressed into my palm as I grasped his shaft. I didn’t have any similar veins in my pinkie-sized dinky. Finally, my fingers hit a ledge. It was the transition from the shaft to the head. I soon realized that my small hand could barely cover his head when I tried to see how it would feel.

Knox’s cock suddenly throbbed as my palm slid across his slit. I pulled away for a second; he let out his millionth chuckle of the evening. Maybe I was dick-matizied, but I decided to just wrap my hand around as much of the shaft as I could. I held it tight, noticing just how heavy it felt.

“I knew you wanted to know, baby girl,” he cooed while planting a soft kiss on my head. “You couldn’t resist seeing what a real man’s cock feels like.”

I thought I was going to be embarrassed; that’s not what I felt, though. I felt turned on. I was holding something I’d fantasized about for ages in the palm of my hand. Of course, it makes sense I’d feel horny from anything he’s saying right now.

“You like that, baby? You like Daddy’s big, fat cock?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Stroke it for me, Jackie.”

I began to tug at it gently. Knox kept tickling my skin; the hand on my stomach started to make short trips up to my little, pink nipples. He’d tease them for a few seconds to make them hard before going back to rubbing my belly.

“Baby, you’re making me so hard.”

I kept sliding my hand from the root of his dick up a few inches and back down again. I was trying to emulate what I did for myself, only with my entire hand instead of two fingers. His dick was throbbing more constantly, which I took as proof that I must be doing okay.

I noticed that my dick was throbbing, too; it almost felt like they were pulsing in unison. It turned me on so much to think of our bodies syncing up.

“Why don’t you try it with both hands?”

Without explaining himself, Knox pulled back the sheet from our bodies. My eyes immediately went to where my hand was. He’s gigantic! He’s bigger than most of the porn star guys! Being at the extremely small end of the bell curve, I’d become pretty good at assessing dick size, but I still couldn’t resist asking.

“Jesus, how big are you?”

“A hair over ten inches,” he said in the most nonchalant tone I could imagine.

My mind immediately did the math. Four times! Knox’s cock is more than four-fucking-times bigger than mine. I could feel the embarrassment, but it was so small – kind of like me. The care and affection he was showing me dwarfed any shame; I wondered if he was the protector I’d been secretly yearning for for as long as I could remember.

“I want to watch you stroke it, baby girl.”

I looked over at Matty. He was still completely out of it; his loud snoring confirmed that fact. I still worried, though. At least below the covers, we’d have had a harder time getting busted.

 

 

Knox started to move; he slid into the center of the bed as he shuffled me between his widespread legs. I couldn’t resist him. I got on my knees in front of him; my thimble nestled itself between my skinny thighs.

I took my left hand and wrapped it around the base while I grasped the rest of the shaft with the other. I was amazed to see that I wasn’t even touching the bottom of his cock head. I would have needed a third hand to do the job.

I started slowly stroking up and down in unison until my right hand hit the transition to his helmet. He feels so fucking gigantic! I looked in awe as I realized that his cock was about the same size as my forearm.

I started to get into a rhythm; Knox watched me go to work. He’d let out small moans every so often. I wasn’t sure if it was to reassure me or because I was genuinely doing a good job. The only other guy I’d been with hadn’t lasted very long, so I had very limited experience to compare with. He’d only made it a minute during a hand job, and the only time I’d blown him, I’d only rubbed my tongue around the tip a few times before he’d needed to pull out to cum.

Knox reached up and stroked the side of my face. We locked eyes; I was convinced he was enjoying himself.

“Baby girl, give it a little spit to make things smoother.”

A little spit? I was embarrassed to admit that it took me a moment to understand the request. I leaned forward so that my face was hovering a few inches from his cock head; I kept pumping away. I tried to muster a nice splatter of saliva, but I ended up trickling a pool of drool down onto his helmet.

It quickly oozed between my fingers. He was right; it actually made them glide much more easily. I felt emboldened. I started rubbing my right hand all over his cock head to smear in the saliva as I let my other hand travel the entire length of his shaft.

I twirled my drool-covered fingered across his glans; I rubbed it against his slit. His breathing grew shallow as my thumb teased the underside of his head; his chiseled abs heaved up and down.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you play with Daddy’s cock. You’re Daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?”

I started to blush again, but I kept working him over. Am I his little slut? I knew the evidence was pretty apparent, given what I was doing after only having really gotten to know him an hour earlier.

“More spit, baby,” he moaned.

I looked over after hearing just how loud Knox’s last moan was. Matty was still dead to the world. I reassured myself that he’d stop snoring if he were waking up; that’d be a warning to dive back between the sheets. I would have told myself anything, though, to justify continuing.

I leaned over again; I spilled more saliva from my mouth onto the cock head. I realized just how red his helmet had become since I had started teasing it. At that moment, pre-cum launched from his slit. It was so impressive that I stopped jacking him while I took in the spectacle; his volume of pre-cum matched the amount of actual cum in one of my minuscule loads.

It looked so thick and creamy as it started to drip from his head down onto the shaft. I leaned forward and licked his slit; I pulled some of his baby batter onto my tongue. I’d never tasted anyone else’s stuff before, since the other guy had pulled out, but I wanted to taste Knox’s.

“Oh fuck,” he cooed. “Do that again, baby. Please, do it again.”

I didn’t even need to be asked. I wanted to taste my guy; his girl wanted to make him happy. I leaned forward and opened my mouth wide. I enveloped his mushroom head in an instant. I wrapped both hands around his shaft and started pumping. I let my tongue glide across his head; I lapped up the rest of his sweet pre-cum. It tasted just like I’d imagined when I’d first smelled his musky scent.

“Oh! Oh!” Knox cried out in surprise.

I couldn’t blame him. I was doing my best to make him feel amazing. He quickly subdued his moans after he registered that they were louder than he’d realized. I was happy he had caught himself because I didn’t want to pull myself away from his throbbing dick to shush him.

“So good,” he whispered.

I knew what I wanted to do next. I wanted to take him from seeing stars to seeing a different solar system, and I knew just how to get the job done.

I pulled my left hand away while grasping his root firmly with my right. I peered into his eyes as I prepared myself. I started to push his cock head across my tongue; I felt it brush up against my tonsils. I felt as if even more as it forced its way into the top of my throat. It was so tight that I thought it was going to burst trying to take him in.

“Uh-uh-uh!” Knox whimpered.

His mouth was hanging open as he tried to pull in air. His abs were contracting beneath my left hand. He looked like he was on the verge of having a malfunction. Too much new data was flooding in through his senses.

I’d always known that I didn’t have a gag reflex, but I’d only started thinking about what that could mean the summer before starting college. I knew that I liked that idea of sucking dick, and I knew what guys seemed to like in porn. I’d mustered up the courage to order an eight-inch dildo that had been sent to my house in discreet packing. I’d spent more time than I cared to admit practicing swallowing it; I’d felt like I’d won the lotto the first time the silicone balls had pressed against my chin.

I started to tease him with my throat; I bobbed up and down, letting the first six inches of his cock slide in and out. I frantically swirled my tongue around the head each time it was about to pop out of my mouth before pushing it back in again.

Drool was starting to flood down his dick; it made the bulging veins feel more pronounced. I’d learned that more saliva helped with the process. I kept jerking the base of his cock with my right hand; I wanted to give him a full-service experience.

“Jackie,” he moaned. “Jackie, baby girl. What the… Oh… Oh…”

I let his moans wash over me like confetti in a celebratory parade. Each one made me get a little harder, but I was too busy focusing on him to even care about myself. I knew I needed to prioritize the real man’s cock, not whatever I had between my legs.

Knox’s dick was really starting to throb inside of my velvety tunnel. That was one thing that felt different from when I’d practiced. I’d never imagined a cock pulsing in my throat so intensely that I could practically feel the guy’s heartbeat.

“I… I think I’m getting close, baby girl!”

I took that as a challenge. I placed both of his hands against his meaty thighs. His first six inches easily slid into place since I’d been working them with my throat for at least ten minutes. I kept going, though. It wasn’t the depth that made it difficult; it was the increased thickness near the base.

My jaw began to ache, and my eyes started to tear up by the time I’d swallowed eight inches. He was definitely thicker than my practice dildo.

“Baby. Baby. Baby-baby-baby…”

We locked eyes again. He placed one of his hands over his lips, like he needed to stifle the sounds that might escape. The other one was resting on my head; I could feel it shaking.

I pushed deeper. He let out a loud, muffled cry. Within a few moments, his balls were pressing against my chin.

I couldn’t see the rest of him, but I felt him. I resisted the urge to pull off and tried to breathe through my nose. His fat cock was throbbing harder than anything I’d ever felt. My throat muscles were ravaged; I wondered if I might lose my voice for a few days afterward.

I felt amazing. I’d always wondered what it would be like to have a massive dick instead of my own little mishap, and I finally knew what it felt like. Well, I knew what it felt like to have one wedged down my entire throat, anyway. It felt right.

I began to really deep throat him. I bobbed up and down from tip to base. My throat began to make those loud sucking noises each time he’d pull away from the deepest point. I started rubbing his balls with my right hand; it was really working in the excess saliva that was clinging to them.

Glug-glug-glug-glug-glug…

I went deep again; his nuts smashed against my chin. I contracted and loosened the muscles in my throat, trying to push Knox to the brink. I could tell he was getting close.

“Fuck, fuck! Go fast again! Go fast!”

His wish was my command. I began to jackhammer his meat in and out of my gullet. He was moaning even louder. I loved listening to him in the throes of pleasure.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” I heard from behind me as the lights turned on in the room.

Knox was yanking his cock from my throat with the same urgency that I was pulling off of him. I wrapped the sheet around me from behind and belly-flopped into the small space between Knox and the wall on the mattress.

“Matty!” Knox shouted.

I’d fully cocooned in the sheet with just a sliver of an opening to peek out from. Knox shot up from the bed; his cock was still rock hard and glistening with my saliva. They kind of just looked at each other for a second; I couldn’t tell what was about to happen.

“You brought home a chick who can take it balls deep, and you weren’t even going to invite me to join?” Matt joked.

“My bad. My bad, bro.”

“I’m just fucking around. I mean, it’s a major party foul to wake up your roomie at four-thirty in the morning, but at least you have a good reason. I’ll head to the lounge. If you can try to hurry up, that’d be great. Just come get me when you’re done.”

Matty was only wearing his boxers; he reached into his closet to grab a pair of sweatpants. Knox looked back at me. He smiled with a little mischievous grin.

“Dude, this bitch can take the whole thing. Have you ever been with a girl who could take the whole thing without gagging or freaking out?”

“Good for you, bro. Still four-thirty.”

Matty was trying to put on his sweatpants; it was clear he was still a little tipsy, as he was wobbling.

“It’s an invitation, my brother,” Knox said, planting his hand on Matty’s shoulder.

“You… you mean your girl wants to suck me off?”

“Baby girl, do you want to be really good and help out Daddy’s friend here?”

What in the world? Do I want to do that? I honestly didn’t know. I’d never in a million years imagined something like what was happening. I just sat there in kind of a daze.

“Bro, I think she only likes the big guns. Show her what you’re working with.”

With an unfathomable sense of ease, Matty stopped trying to put on the sweatpants and pushed his plaid boxers to the floor. It was a respectable size — maybe six inches soft. It looked roughly as girthy as Knox’s mammoth meat.

I nodded ‘yes.’ I don’t think I really cared as much about adding Matty to the mix as I did about ensuring I got to finish things with Knox and that he was happy. I’d dreamed about sucking dick for months but had never dared to hook-up with anyone other than the nerdy guy who worked at the post office.

Matty smiled with excitement; I knew he was already imagining me working my magic on him. He was a good-looking guy. He was six-foot-two and cared about his body. I wasn’t sure what sport he played, but he wasn’t as muscular as Knox. He had shaggy brown hair that was, at that moment, the epitome of bed head.

“So, who is she going to suck first?”

“I think you, bro. Let’s have her work up to the real prize.”

“Fuck you, dawg.”

“There’s something you should know first, though. Baby girl, stand up.”

I felt worried, but I couldn’t ignore Daddy. I slid to the end of the bed and hopped off while clutching the sheet around me to hide who I was.

“Show Matty what you’re working with.”

I felt the same embarrassment I’d experienced earlier in the night. My dick had gone soft when we’d been caught; the arousal wasn’t there to override the anxiety. I shook my head from side to side.

“Baby girl,” Knox sighed. “Matty, do you care what she looks like? She’s a bit self-conscious about her body?”

“Dude, I just want to get my dick sucked. I’m still so buzzed I’d let one of those six-hundred-pound chicks from that TV show blow me.”

Matty had started playing with himself. Watching his dick start to swell was turning me on again, especially when I saw that Knox’s cock hadn’t deflated at all. I needed it back down my throat more than anything.

I dropped the sheet to the floor. Knox looked proud of me; Matty seemed confused. He looked like he was trying to solve one of those magic eye puzzles that used to be popular. He leaned towards Knox.

“Is that… is that her clit?” he whispered.

It took me a moment to realize that my balls were tucked away between my thighs. I wasn’t sure if I’d subconsciously positioned myself that way.

I felt embarrassed and offended that he didn’t recognize me. We’d bumped into one another in the hallway several times. I’d even introduced myself.

“Well… in a way,” Knox said. “Jackie was born to be a woman. I mean, you could hear her fucking slurping down my dick like a champ. She’s built to service big cocks. But she isn’t like biologically a woman.”

“So… she’s like trans?”

“Kind of. She’s like a slutty girl for dick.”

I was having to keep my jaw from dropping as they talked about me. Is he trying to tell Matty that I’m a trans girl? What the hell? He knows I’m not trans. I was thinking about telling Knox I’d changed my mind about Matty joining us.

“I…I…” I began to eke out.

“Jackie, answer this for me. Did you feel like my girl when you were taking all of my meat down your throat?”

That’s a weird question. I’m a guy. I’m a bisexual guy. He could have just asked me if I was trans. My mind paused for a second. Did I feel like Daddy’s girl when I was throating him? Did I feel like his girl when he was calling my skin soft and stroking it?

“Yes,” I said, realizing that it was true.

I knew I wasn’t a girl girl, but I was Knox’s girl. I was his baby girl, and I didn’t want that to change. Maybe I’ll like being Matty’s girl too?

“I mean, I don’t really care about her life story,” Matty said – not just to Knox, but to us both, “But don’t go around telling anyone about this, okay?”

Matty tossed himself on his bed; he shimmied to the middle, then started tugging at his rod again.

“I’m too buzzed to stand up.”

“Go help him out,” Knox said.

I felt his eyes on me as I tentatively climbed onto Matty’s twin bed. I knew what I was meant to do. I took over for him, jerking him with one hand while leaning in front of him on my knees. Like any eighteen-year-old guy, he was hard in under a minute.

Knox stood at the side of Matty’s bed playing with his fat stick. I lowered my mouth and took Matty’s cock head inside. It tasted great — not as good as Knox, but I expected I might already be biased.

I was swirling my tongue on Matty’s tip and jerking him with my left hand when I felt Knox reach out so he could grab my right wrist. He pulled it back and planted it on his joystick. I knew I was about to get a crash course in sexual multitasking.

I directed most of my focus towards Matty. He had a thick swath of black hair on his pecs; it was incredibly manly. It made me feel even more different from him. As I licked at his glans, I wondered if maybe I was closer to being a girl than I’d ever be to being an alpha specimen like Knox or Matty.

Matty wasn’t nearly as vocal with me as Knox had been. He had placed one hand on the back of my head. It took me a few minutes to learn that he’d rub the side of my face when he really liked what I was doing.

“You liking that, bro?” Knox asked.

“I mean, she’s a’ight.”

“‘Alright?’ Damn, you’re a harsh grader.”

‘Alright?’ Fuck that. I had Knox about to warp into another dimension. I took it as a challenge. Matty had grown to about eight inches. His cock looked pretty close to the dildo I’d tossed out before I’d left for school for fear it would be discovered.

I didn’t even do the slow transition. I moved right from working his head to taking him down my throat. I focused on swallowing, inch by inch, while still stroking Knox. When Matty’s fuzzy balls slapped against my chin, he pressed his palm flat against my face. I knew he was loving it.

“That’s my girl,” Knox said proudly.

I started to work my magic; Matty’s cock head was gliding from my lips to the middle of my throat. It wasn’t as painful as with Knox, but I had been warmed up. I was still slurping and gulping like a madwoman each time he went all the way in, though.

I felt Knox’s cock pulling away, but I was too busy to pay any attention. My focus was on serving Daddy’s friend’s man meat. Matty had his eyes half closed; I was sure he was imagining some alternate reality in which his dream girl was a throat GOAT instead of me.

My dick was hard again. I hadn’t even realized; I’d been too focused on the real men.

The bed almost bounced. I knew right away that Knox must have climbed up on it. I was waiting for him to guide my little hand back to his big dick.

Matty had started to breathe more rapidly. His palm was constantly stroking my cheek.

I felt a large mitt softly plant itself on my right ass cheek; then another hand grabbed the other cheek. They started to massage my compact bubble. It felt really fucking amazing. It mixed with the heat I felt surge through my core each time Matty’s cock throbbed in my throat.

My ass cheeks started to spread apart; I startled when the warm air in the room grazed my tight pucker. I kept focusing on Matty, though; my job was to satisfy the alphas.

I completely froze when I felt a hot tongue tickle my rosebud. I’d never experienced anything like it. Matty’s dick was buried all the way down my gullet as my mind exploded. My throat muscles began to spasm as I tried to breathe through my nose.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” Matty finally moaned.

“Don’t worry, baby girl,” Knox reassured me; he must have noticed I’d stopped moving. “I’m just going to eat your pussy.”

Before I could even think of a response, he pressed his velvety tongue firmly against my hole and started teasing it. My entire body shook. It did snap me out of my fugue enough to slide Matty’s meat out of my mouth enough to suck in some oxygen.

Knox really went to town. He kept my cheeks firmly spread while he worked me over. He’d spit on my hole and then massage it into the soft ring with his agile tongue.

“Your pussy is so sweet, baby,” he said when he stopped for air.

Something about hearing that made me so hot. I wanted to hop off of Matty and slide Knox into where he’d been. I wanted to milk his jock cock with my throat while he ate my pussy. I wanted to feel that same synchronization from earlier when our dicks had been throbbing at the same tempo.

Knox jammed his tongue deeper; it was starting to wriggle its way through the first gate. Holy fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It was one of the best things I’d ever felt. I truly worried that my little rocket might spurt out another load even though I wasn’t touching it. I started moaning while simultaneously managing to deepthroat Matty.

My slut dial ramped up from a seven to a ten. I used every trick in my book. I began humming as Matty’s cock glided in and out. I rubbed his balls, already coated with my saliva. I ran my tongue around all the places that seemed to make him throb the hardest.

Matty didn’t even warn me, but I knew what was coming. He grabbed my head with both of his hands and buried my face into his crotch. His balls pulled away from my hand and tightened against his body. His cock began frantically spasming.

The first jet of cum shot right down my throat. I had the urge to pull away since it felt so weird, but I didn’t. It took about fifteen more seconds for his cock to stop pumping baby batter into my stomach. I was on the verge of gasping for air when he finally moved his hands, letting me pull away.

“Fuck, bro,” Matty said. “Your girl really does know how to suck cock. That’s gotta be the best head I’ve ever had.”

Knox took one final lick before he stopped eating me out. He pulled himself off the bed and came to stand over by my side. I almost couldn’t believe it, but he was still rock hard. Did he really stay hard just from licking ‘my sweet pussy’? I knew deep down that he had to have been playing with himself at the same time.

“Bro, you look exhausted,” Knox said with a laugh as Matty settled into his pillow with his eyes practically closed. “Did she suck the life outta you?”

“Yeah, dawg.”

“You still look like you have another round in you, though. Right, baby girl?”

I only needed one look at Knox’s monster to nod my assent. He pulled me off the bed, and I nuzzled against his body. He draped his arm across my shoulder.

“Can you two try to keep it down for the wrap-up? I’m about the crash out.”

“No worries, man. I don’t want to keep you up. We’ll let you get some sleep.”

“Thanks.”

Knox glided us out of the room; he made sure to turn off the lights for Matty on the way out. We had just stepped into the main room of the quad when I felt a sense of dread. I wasn’t freaked out about getting caught; I was worried Knox was going to say we were done for the night.

I think he must have been able to read my face. He sat down in one of the sturdy armless chairs. He patted his lap; I went over and sat down on his muscular thigh. He pulled me tight against his chest.

“We’re going to finish up out here, hun. It’s five in the morning. None of these slackers will be up before seven, even if they have early classes.”

My heart skipped a beat. I was relieved that he wasn’t going to call it quits. A broad smile filled my entire face.

“Now get on your knees and take care of Daddy, baby.”

Knox handed me a pillow from one of the chairs as I was about to kneel on the tile. I slid it under my knees to make things more comfortable.

I went straight to work on his dick. It was plunging all the way down my velvety tunnel in under a minute. Knox was rubbing my shoulders as I bobbed up and down. My throat made more viscous sucking sounds that reverberated through the whole room.

“Holy shit,” Knox whispered, attempting to be less noisy after what had happened with Matty.

My dick was so hard. It hadn’t gone down since swallowing Matty’s man juice, but sucking Knox was like what I’d always dreamed of. There’s nothing more erotic than a fantasy coming true.

I started to let my hands explore his body as I deepthroated him. I squeezed his calves, rubbed my fingers against his washboard abs, and slid my hands under his ass to cup his massive glutes.

“That feels so good, baby. Your throat is so tight.”

I forced him all the way down so my nose was buried in his pubes. I held myself in place, refusing to budge. Knox’s meat was vibrating; he took a deep breath. I swallowed a few times to force my throat to massage the underside of his shaft.

“Fuck! Fuck!” he half-shouted while covering his mouth.

I popped off, gasping for air. I’d needed to hear those desperate moans for some reason. I’d needed to hear him almost shouting because he couldn’t suppress how good his baby girl made him feel.

“Get up here,” he said. “I want to feel you tight against me.”

As I moved to sit on his thigh, Knox spread his thighs open wide. He moved my frame so I was straddling him while staring into his eyes. He yanked on my arm, guiding me to sit.

He pushed forward in his chair, so I was perched with my ass squarely on his pubic mound. He pulled me so my chest pressed tightly against his. My head leaned against his neck. His cock was still hard; it was jutting up against my lower back.

“You make Daddy feel so good, baby,” he said before kissing me on the head.

I loved hearing him say those words. My mini dick was jammed tightly against Knox’s abs. It slid into one of the deep indentations every time he took a breath. My whole body was practically quivering with excitement.

I gazed up at his face. He looked so virile and strong. His jaw looked as if it were cut from marble; his nose was the very definition of aquiline. His hardness made me feel like I was softer than soft.

“God, I could just eat you up,” Knox proclaimed.

He tilted his head down; his full lips made contact with mine. He pulled me even tighter as his tongue entered my mouth. We kissed with a passion I don’t think I’d ever experienced before. His hands slid all over my body as our mouths became one.

After a few minutes of making out, Knox gently pulled his mouth away. The skin around my lips tingled from his light stubble rubbing against it.

“Kissing really turns you on, baby, huh? I can feel your clit poking into my abs.”

My nigh-ever-present blush returned. I realized that I felt a little embarrassed… but it wasn’t so much about my size. I felt bad that my arousal was distracting me from serving my man.

“It’s okay, babe. Chicks have needs, too.”

Knox wrapped his arms around my body. He started rolling his abs as if he were doing some sort of exercise routine. Wow! That feels insane! My dick — or clit — was wriggling against his firm muscles; it was amazing. I forced my face against his pec to stifle my moans. My soft cries only seemed to make Knox grind me even closer against him.

“Is that making your pussy wet, hun?” he cooed in my ear.

“Uh-huh,” I gasped tersely.

“Good.”

We kept going like that for a few minutes, but it could have felt like hours to me. His warm lips kept kissing my forehead every time my body would spasm more intensely. I started to feel like I was getting close to shooting. But most girls don’t shoot, though. I mean, some girls squirt… but not many. What will Daddy think? Will he get turned off?

Suddenly, he locked his arms around me. He started to stand with me, still straddling him; I instinctively wrapped my stick-like legs around the top of his huge, muscular ass. I was perched on his hard rod like a robin on a sturdy branch.

Knox walked us the few steps to one of the desks; he set me down on the edge. He pushed me so my back was flat against the surface. My clit was leaking again; it had never been so hard.

“Put your legs in the air.”

I split myself into a human “V” with my ass still hanging a few inches off the edge of the oak desk. Knox placed one hand on my stomach; he brought the other to his mouth. I watched breathlessly as he stuck his middle finger between his lips. He winked at me as he pulled it out.

Is he? Is he really? That was all I had time to think before his thick finger started rubbing against my hole. My legs shook as I let out an excited gasp. He paused just long enough to let me steady myself.

“Have you ever had someone finger your pussy, babe?”

I shook my head wildly from side to side. I dug my nails into the top of the desk so hard that it had to be leaving scratches.

“This’ll be fun.”

Knox’s finger began to press against my rosebud. My hole was slick and warm, but it didn’t seem to want to let him in. I wanted it, though; I wanted to give him any part of my body he wanted. I tried to will it to open, even though I knew that was something I couldn’t learn in real time.

Knox didn’t stop. He kept pushing against the resistance. It was really starting to hurt; I had to hold my breath.

I had only ever stuck my index finger in myself once or twice. I’d read it would feel great, but it didn’t. I’d convinced myself that, like my penis, maybe whatever body part was supposed to make it feel so great was undersized, too. I’d never bothered even trying with the dildo.

“Remember to breathe, babe.”

I inhaled deeply. Fuck! Fuck! It was the exact moment his finger tip busted through my barrier. A tear trickled down my right cheek. Knox stopped his finger; he leaned forward and kissed the tear away.

“Keep going,” I mumbled.

I knew he wanted it, so I wanted it too.

Knox wriggled his finger by another inch; the pain was starting to become more bearable. I still wasn’t enjoying myself, though.

He leaned forward again; I raised my head towards him enough so our lips could meet. We started kissing. It was more tender than it had been earlier. I could feel him continuing to push his finger into me at the same time.

His finger started moving inside of me. A warmth began to flood my lower stomach. He hooked his digit and pressed against something inside of me.

“Oh! Oh!” I screamed way too loudly; luckily, the words had been muffled by Knox’s lips.

Knox pulled his face from mine; his mouth was frozen like an “O” as I tried to pull in jagged breaths. My whole body was trembling. Every scrape of his finger tip against the secret spot he’d found made me feel like I was right on the edge of cumming. My asshole would spasm, my balls would churn, and my clit would vibrate.

Knox looked so proud of himself. Each time I’d bite my lip to keep from crying out, he’d grin.

“Daddy,” I moaned. “Daddy… Daddy…”

“That’s my girl. Do you like Daddy’s finger playing with your G-spot?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you want Daddy to stop?” he teased.

“No!” I exclaimed. “Don’t stop, Daddy, don’t… UH!”

Knox’s finger pressed extra hard. My whole body shook like I was being electrocuted. He was unlocking the secrets of my body that I’d never been able to decode. I suppose that had included figuring out that I wasn’t a real man before I had.

“I’m going to open you up, baby. It may hurt a little bit.”

“Uh-huh.”

I wasn’t even listening. He pulled out of me; he spat onto his middle and index fingers. They quickly raced back to my hole; it had already closed. He started pressing them both against it. It did hurt, but in a different way. My sphincter felt more relaxed, so his poking through the barrier wasn’t the main issue; it was the stretching to accommodate two large digits that was rough.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the aftershocks of pleasure cascading through my core. I wanted him to make me feel that way again; I didn’t care how many fingers he used in the process.

“Oh my…!”

Knox’s fingers were both jamming into the magic spot. He was sliding them in and out a little, too; my hole was learning to tolerate the invasion.

My legs were starting to hurt; holding them in that position while he worked me over was nearly impossible. My thigh muscles were quivering like Jell-O.

I closed my eyes; I focused on feeling the crashing waves of ecstasy inside of me while also stopping my legs from giving out. Knox kept finger-fucking my wet pussy while his other hand was rubbing the smooth skin on my tummy.

“Okay,” he purred, “I think we’re ready.”

Knox slowly pulled his teasing fingers out of me. My hole was so confused; it kept winking as if it were signaling him to come back inside. My legs almost immediately fell out of the air, so they were hanging off the desk. I opened my eyes and tilted my head enough to see Knox.

He was standing right in front of me; he had gone back to stroking his massive rod with his right hand. He pulled me by the crook of my arm with his other hand to guide me to my feet.

I felt so unsteady; I wrapped my arms around him in a full hug. I was making him bear my weight; at half his size, I knew it wouldn’t be a hard thing for him to do.

“Let’s go sit down, baby girl.”

He walked us over to the same chair where I’d been sucking him off earlier. He sat down on it while pulling his thighs together. His dick was jutting up; it was still red from all the attention it had gotten.

I went to sit side-saddle on his lap. He held up his hand, commanding me to stop. He pulled me so I was facing him. I had to spread my legs to straddle his thighs as he guided me closer to him. I started to sit down so that his dick would be in front of me. Again, he stopped me.

“It’ll be easier in this position,” Knox said confidently. “It’s always better for the girl to be on top when she’s breaking her cherry.”

Breaking her cherry?

Knox spat a large ball of saliva into his palm; he began to slather his dick. I just stood there looking at him. Staring into his piercing eyes, I felt overcome with the thought that he was everything I’d ever wanted. I was the luckiest girl in the world.

Knox placed one hand on my left hip while he kept a firm grip on his dick root. He began to pull my body down. It was only seconds before I felt the hot flesh of his tip press against my hole. I let out a loud gasp; it still felt tender from earlier.

“Your pussy likes that. Huh, babe?”

My legs were still unsteady; I didn’t know if I was prepared. I didn’t know if I could do what Daddy needed me to do. I tried to keep myself from going down while Knox kept guiding me by the hip.

His cock head started to press harder; I knew I wasn’t going to win the battle. I knew I didn’t want to win the battle. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder to stabilize myself.

It started to really fucking hurt. I thought about just how massive his dick was; two fingers were less than one-quarter of his girth. I cried out as the pain surged; I tried to stand up, but he kept me in place.

“It feels so fucking amazing, babe. You want to make Daddy feel good, right?”

Yes. I wanted him to have everything. Real men deserve to have their huge cocks rammed into the pussies of girls like me.

I nodded.

“It’ll feel better once the entire head is inside. Just relax the muscles down there and then push out.”

I took a deep breath; I tried to “relax.” I focused on loosening myself for him, and I pushed. My hole began spasming against his ramrod. It felt like it was rapidly opening, but then holding him tightly again. I’m sure he felt it too; he swiftly yanked me down at the right second so his cock head could break through the barrier.

“AHHHHH!” I yelled as tears welled up.

“Oh, God! You’re so fucking tight. This has to be the tightest pussy I’ve ever.

fucked.”

Before he could even notice my burgeoning tears, he smashed his lips against mine and started kissing me. I kissed him back, trying to focus on those feelings rather than the tearing sensation in my ass.

Knox started to rock his hips just a little. My legs were beginning to shake just like they had on the desk. I could feel him making progress; each mini-thrust seemed to dig in another centimeter.

After a few minutes, we stopped kissing. My whole hand had started to feel numb; I wondered if that was normal. Knox was smiling and moaning; I’m sure my face looked a little different than his.

I tried to shift my body a little, leaning forward so my head rested against his shoulder. He shimmied in the seat to accommodate my new position.

“FUCK! FUCK!” I almost screamed with his next mini-thrust.

His cock head had pressed right into the same magic spot he’d been tickling earlier. He must have been able to tell; he made the same motion again.

“AHHHHHH!”

“Shhh,” he said, though he was clearly loving the feedback. “You gotta keep it down, babe.”

I lost myself in the feeling. I started trying to press myself down a little each time he rocked upwards. It was heavenly. My G-spot was sounding an alarm through my entire body.

I felt Knox’s hand underneath me. It was tickling my hole, which was still a little numb but had started to feel alive again after he’d hit my spot.

“We’re about halfway there.”

“What?” I slurred, feeling drunk on the power of his cock.

“Only five more inches to go.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned.

I was in a state of bliss, but my legs couldn’t join the party. They were spasming every few seconds; I was trying to lean more into Knox to have him bear most of my weight. My clit kept brushing against his abs every few seconds.

“Ohhhhh!” I started to cry as my legs gave way; I jammed my lips against Knox’s pec.

His dick pushed into me like a rocket. It hurt so fucking much, but it had also pressed my button extra hard as I had been falling. I couldn’t tell if I was on the verge of cumming or passing out.

“Fuck! Fuck! Baby-baby-baby-baby…”

Neither of us moved as we gathered ourselves. Daddy’s dick was throbbing so hard in my pussy. Having it so much further inside of me intensified the feeling a thousandfold.

Knox finally broke the tableau by reaching back to my pussy again. His fingers explored the current lay of the land.

“That’s eight inches, baby girl,” he mewed in my ear.

“I can’t go deeper,” I said, feeling exhausted.

“It’s okay, babe. This feels great. Your pussy will need more time to get used to my dick before it can take the whole thing.”

Without his rocking or my humping movements to apply pressure to my G-spot, the pain had started to take center stage. I felt like a broken man, not the girl I’d been learning to become all night. I assumed Daddy probably wasn’t feeling much pleasure either – at least not as much as he had been.

I rocked my hips just a little; it felt nice. There was a little spark inside of me when I did it. I kept swirling my ass around so that he was barely bouncing around inside of me. I missed the fireworks; I needed them.

I planted my feet firmly on the floor, then started to stand up. As each inch slid out of him, the side of his shaft rubbed against my button. Once I had most of him out, his cock head was throbbing against it. I kept going to the point where I could feel the underside of his large mushroom head butting up against my ring.

Then I slowly slid back down.

Then I did it again. And again. And again.

“Oh, fuck,” Knox said. “We gotta cowgirl, huh? Go on, ride Daddy’s cock.”

I planted both my hands on his shoulders and started going faster.

Knox’s tip began to pound against my button before I’d collapse to the point where he couldn’t go any deeper. Then I’d slide him out again, noticing that the scraping sensation produced a different type of happiness in me.

“Yeah, baby,” he whimpered. “Yeah, baby. Yeah.”

I started to go faster and faster. I was sure that he must be getting even deeper inside of me. I love it! I love it, Daddy! Give me your big man cock! Use my pussy! Use me! Fuck me!

“FUCK ME, DADDY! FUCK ME!”

“OH, YEAH! OH, YEAH!”

Knox’s balls suddenly slammed against my hole. He’d started buckling up just as I’d been pushing myself down. I’d taken him all – just like a real girl. His dick was in a constant state of overload; it wouldn’t stop throbbing. It was jammed into my insides like a hand in a tailor-made glove.

“Do you see this, bro?”

“Ha, looks like Knox is having a good time.”

I registered the voices, but I didn’t care for some reason. It was like they didn’t trigger an alarm. I had the same reaction I would have if I had heard a television playing in the background.

Knox didn’t have the same response. He immediately stopped thrusting while I continued to ride him like a wild woman. In hindsight, I can’t believe he didn’t push me off. I kept lowering and raising myself on his man meat while struggling to catch my breath.

Knox’s two other roommates walked over next to us; I didn’t look at them. I was too busy with something far more important.

“Hey, bros,” Knox said, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “What’s up?”

“I’m guessing your dick,” one of them joked.

“Ha-ha, Tanner,” Knox replied before emitting a small moan he couldn’t contain.

“Damn, you’re getting pussy and the day hasn’t even started,” the other one said.

I glanced over at them. I’d seen them both around the building; I’d even chatted with Tanner about our classes during the first week. The other guy was named Hudson, but that was all I knew about him.

Tanner and Hudson were both tall guys — a few inches over six feet. Tanner was super muscular, like Knox; I recalled him mentioning that he played football as well. Hudson had more of the build of a guy who played sports for fun than one who wanted to break records.

They were both standing there in only their underwear. Tanner wore tight white boxer briefs that revealed an ample bulge; Hudson had on old-school navy blue boxers. I noticed how much more sun-kissed Hudson’s skin was than Tanner’s; it normally might have made me chuckle – that Tanner wasn’t all that tan – but that wasn’t where my head was at.

“Why don’t you boys come get your dicks wet?” Knox offered. “My girl here gives bomb head, and I’m happy to share.”

“R…really?” Tanner asked.

“Don’t screw with me, bro,” Hudson said. “I woke up with major wood, so my balls are beggin’ to be drained.”

They both started to move closer to where I was fucking myself onto Knox’s huge pole. Tanner had already stepped out of his underwear; he had seven uncut inches flopping in front of him. Hudson was stroking himself through the cotton fabric, but it was clear he was ready for action.

In the brief moment when I made eye contact with Tanner, I could tell he was confused. “Is that the dude that lives next door to us?” he asked.

“Nah… nah,” Hudson interjected.

“Yeah, this is Jackie from next door. She’s been learning how to be my girl all night. I mean, look at this, she’s a natural; she can take all ten inches wherever I put ’em. You should have seen her deepthroating Matty earlier.”

Knox jackhammered up into me, going balls deep, as if to help demonstrate my innate talent. I let out a cry of ecstasy before pulling myself up and slamming back down again. I buried my face into his chest and inhaled my man’s musk deep into my lungs.

“Shit, he sucked off Matty?” Hudson asked.

“Took his load right down her throat while his dick was jammed inside it,” Knox clarified.

“So… he’s a throat GOAT, huh?”

“Damn right!”

Hudson and Knox both chuckled in unison. My guy started to thrust himself into me again, gently. I loved knowing that he wanted to fuck my pussy just as much as I wanted to milk every drop out of his cock with my hole.

“I ain’t going to turn down a throat,” Hudson said.

I could hear him stripping out of his shorts; his footsteps resounded on the tile as he walked closer. I looked away from Knox’s chest. Hudson was packing a hard six inches. The length alone was average, but the girth was ridiculous. Hudson’s soda can fatness seemed almost fake. If I’d seen it in a picture, I would have been certain it was photoshopped.

“Go on, baby,” Knox said to me.

I kept riding him, but leaned to the side so I was a little further from his chest. That allowed Hudson to squeeze in close next to me. I grabbed his fat rod in one hand; it couldn’t even go halfway around.

I started licking Hudson’s cock head; it wasn’t easy. His dick kept moving away from where I was as I bounced up and down. I had to try to stabilize my head using my neck as some version of a shock absorber.

Hudson gasped when I practically unhinged my jaw and immediately took his gargantuan head between my lips. I think he’d been expecting me to work up to that trick.

“Holy shit,” he laughed. “Bitch is thirsty.”

“You don’t have to tell me, dawg,” Knox replied between successive moans.

I swirled my tongue across Hudson’s glans; he tasted so good. He just stood there and let me do my thing; he knew my mouth was the gift horse. I was certain most other girls wouldn’t even attempt to deepthroat a monster like his.

I grabbed one of Hudson’s ass cheeks; it felt juicier than Knox’s. Using that new leverage, I pressed my face forward so his slit was butting up against my uvula. I wanted to keep going, but it felt like my throat just wasn’t wide enough. I started bobbing up and down, taking those first few inches instead.

Hudson wasn’t complaining at all. He was offering me generic encouraging phrases to let me know I was doing a good job. It made me feel good about myself, and I knew Knox would be proud of his girl for helping out his friend.

I looked out of the corner of my eye to see Tanner still standing where he’d been earlier. He was just watching the three of us like he was at the movies. He wasn’t playing with himself, but he’d gone from a soft seven inches to an erect nine. What the hell is with this quad? Did they put all the horse-hung guys on campus together?

Tanner looked tentative. I was surprised I could register that, given everything else that was going on. My belly was on fire, and Knox was adding log after log every time he jammed my G-spot. I was also busy slobbering all over Hudson’s dick, trying to get it as lubed up as possible. Still, it didn’t feel right that Tanner was reticent. I instinctively wanted him and his cock to join in.

I held onto Knox’s shoulder with my right hand; I took my left hand off Hudson’s beefy butt and used it to beckon Tanner over to us.

“Looks like my girl wants you to join the party,” Knox said.

Tanner still looked freaked out, but he moved closer. He sidled up next to Hudson so they were almost shoulder to shoulder. I reached out and grabbed his dick with my free hand. He almost shot into the air. I immediately started stroking it.

“Are you… are you sure about this, Jack?” he asked.

I popped off of Hudson’s meat; my jaw thanked me for the reprieve. I looked up into Tanner’s emerald green eyes and gave him a combination nod-smile.

“Call me Jackie,” I moaned as Knox went balls deeps again.

“I think this arrangement might need a little reworking, boys,” Knox said, “but never fear. I’ve got a solution.”

Knox wrapped me in a hug; he started to stand while I was still fully impaled on his rod. It pressed my magic button in a different way than I had been experiencing. I had to let go of Tanner’s dick.

“AH! YESSS!” I screamed out.

Knox somehow kept gently thrusting into me; it was like he was fuck-walking me across the room. I wrapped my legs tightly around the top of his ass so I wouldn’t flop around.

“You’re doing great, babe,” he whispered into my ear.

Knox set me back down on the desk where he’d been fingering me earlier. He positioned me so that my ass was at the edge, and, if I were to lie back, my head would hang over the other side. He pressed down on my chest, so that’s exactly the position I ended up assuming. I realized that it left my right arm hanging off the side of the desk as well.

Hudson walked over, and Tanner followed a few steps behind. Knox had started jackhammering into me. My legs tried to pull him in closer each time he bottomed out inside of me.

“We’ve got thee workstations, now,” Knox proclaimed. “Pussy, mouth, and hand. Fuck, I think I want throat again. It’s the best I’ve ever had.”

Knox pulled back. As he slid out of me, my legs unwrapped from around his massive trunk. It felt exactly like what we’d been doing until for at least thirty minutes, but that changed when his mushroom head started to pull at my ring. My hole felt like it was clamping down on him. Am I trying to do that, or is it a reflex?

Knox used his right hand to give his junk a little yank. It popped out of me with a surprising amount of force. I could tell my hole wasn’t closing; it wanted him back inside too badly.

All three of them were towering over me, looking down on my body. I felt like a panel of doctors was assessing me while I lay supine on an examination table.

“I think that’s the smallest dick I’ve ever seen,” Hudson said.

“Is… is he even hard?” Tanner asked.

“Nah, that’s gotta be soft. I mean, it could be chubbed up, but it’s not hard hard.”

“Does it even work?” Tanner queried, looking over at Knox.

“It’s not that complicated, boys,” Knox laughed. “It’s just like a clit. Here, watch.”

Knox moved closer to my side, which had recently been dubbed the “hand” station. He looked down at the mistake between my legs that I’d always been ashamed of. He gently lowered his huge mitt so his palm was softly flattening it into my pubes.

He started to move his hand back and forth, stimulating everything from the teeny tip to the base. It didn’t feel nearly as good as when his fingers had been inside of me, but it was still pretty great.

Knox quickly realized that he didn’t need something as big as his palm to do the job. He lifted his hand and lowered his thumb until it was pinning my inchworm into my pubes. That one meaty digit was more than enough to obscure everything underneath completely.

Knox began to rub me more vigorously. My balls started to dance. I had to work to catch my breath.

“Oh, yeah.” I gasped. “Oh, Daddy,”

Knox pulled his hand away and licked his thumb before going back to work. Hudson and Tanner were watching in awe; it seemed like they were equal parts aroused and weirded out. I could see that they were both still hard, though, which had to mean something.

“See?” Knox said as he removed his thumb. “Just like a clit. Tanner, you should take pussy first. I don’t think it’s fair to my girl to have Hudson’s killer be her second dick.”

“Damn, bro,” Hudson laughed with some pride. “Well, at least let me have the throat then.”

“Nah, dawg. My girl, my throat. You’re starting with the hand.”

Knox and Hudson moved to their respective “stations.” Tanner was still looking at me like I was the same boy he’d met a few weeks ago.

“It’s not going to hurt him, is it?” he asked Knox.

Knox smiled and walked over next to him. He slapped him firmly across the back.

“Look at this, bro,” he said, nodding towards my hole. “I opened her up pretty good. You should be able to slide right in.”

Hudson was sticking his cock into my hand as the other two finished talking. I started stroking him while still watching what was happening in front of me. My legs were hurting again from holding them in “V” formation; I was ready to wrap them around someone so they’d get a break.

“Here,” Knox said, spitting in his hand.

He grabbed Tanner’s meat stick, smearing it with his saliva. Tanner looked bewildered; I’d have bet money it was the first time another guy had ever touched his cock. Knox pulled Tanner forward by the dick until it was resting against my gaping hole.

“Now just inch in,” he instructed.

Tanner was frozen in place. Knox shook his head and winked at me. I watched as he stepped behind Tanner. He must have started nudging him forward because I could feel Tanner’s tip busting through my entrance.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned when Tanner’s cock head had fully plunged into me.

Tanner must have liked it, too, because he started doing the same mini-thrusts Knox had earlier. Knox left his position as Tanner’s assistant-slash-coach and walked over to the side of the desk, where I was straining to hold my head up so I could see what was in front of me.

“You ready, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I finally relaxed my neck muscles, and my head dropped backward until it was hanging upside down. It was a disorienting viewpoint; everything was topsy-turvy, and Knox’s tree-trunk thighs were in front of my face.

Knox slipped his cock head right between my waiting lips. I started doing my thing; I slathered it with saliva while teasing his slit.

“Jerk my fat cock, bitch,” Hudson instructed.

Tanner kept working up the courage to push in more than his cock head. He kept gently rocking back and forth just after having popped past my ring.

“You like Daddy’s big dick?” Knox asked.

“Uh-huh,” I cooed with his tip on my tongue.

He pushed deeper; the first half of his cock rushed across my tongue and rammed against my tonsils. I traced the bulging veins on the underside of his hefty shaft with my agile, velvety tip. He waited a second before pulling back, his head resting on my tongue again.

“Come on, baby. You gotta open up that throat for me.”

Knox rammed in again; that time, his cock head flew across the threshold into my throat without any resistance. His trimmed pubes were pressing firmly against my chin; his balls were resting on my nose.

“Holy shit, bros,” Knox laughed. “Look at this. You see that bump there?” He pressed his thumb against my throat. His cock pulsed as it felt him push on the place where its head was buried. “That’s the tip of my dick.”

“You all the way in?” Hudson asked.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Bitch got skills!”

Breathing was becoming a struggle, as you might imagine. Doing it through my nose had been easier when Knox’s nuts hadn’t been practically crammed against my nostrils. Right when I was about to use my free hand to press on Knox’s chest to tap out, he pulled back.

I gasped like a fish out of water; my heart was racing. Hudson let out a devious chuckle; Tanner didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry, babe. It just felt so good in there. I’ll be more careful.”

Before I could say anything, his cock head was resting in my mouth again. I sucked on it frantically; I wanted Daddy to feel good. I wanted to please his perfect cock. I wanted to be his perfect girl.

Oh god! My entire body spasmed as Tanner finally let himself go and pushed in, squarely hitting my G-spot. I would have screamed out if my mouth hadn’t been full.

“I think she likes that, Tan,” Knox said. “Just keeping hitting that same spot.”

Tanner didn’t need to be told twice; he pulled almost all the way out and slid back in. My body shook again, although I worked to control the response so it wasn’t as violent. My clit stood at full attention. I thought about playing with it with my free hand, but I was kind of hoping Knox might rub me again if I wasn’t working on it myself. I knew I was meant to be serving him, but I told myself that maybe letting him play with it would make him happy.

Things started to speed up a little bit at that point. Within a few minutes, Tanner was balls deep in my cunt. He was grunting every time he bottomed out inside of me. Knox was full-on throat-fucking me. It was like he was trying to find a second G-spot hidden next to my vocal cords. Hudson had just spit onto his shaft again, so I could more easily glide up and down his length with my half-handed grasp.

And me? I was loving every second of it. My moans were making Knox’s cock throb even harder when it was buried in my throat. My clit had dripped another pearly drop, and waves of joy surged through me as Tanner used my cunt like a fleshlight.

“Can I have the mouth now, bro?” Hudson asked.

“Nah, dawg,” Knox replied.

I felt Hudson’s cock detach from my grip. I wondered if he was leaving because he wasn’t getting what he wanted. It’s not like I could see anything from the way I was positioned.

“If I can’t have the mouth, it’s at least my turn to have the pussy.”

Tanner must have been used to standing down to Hudson in a dispute. Without a word, his cock slithered its way out of my insides.

Hudson had been waiting for a while. His cock head was touching my gape in less than a few seconds; I wrapped my legs around his ample backside.

Even though I was gaping, his cock was just so much fatter than Tanner’s or Knox’s. He tried to push in all at once, but only about half of his head wedged into the doorway. I almost choked on Knox’s dick from the pain.

“Hey, bro,” Knox commanded. “Go easy. You gotta work your way into her pussy.”

I could sense he was impatient from the quick tempo of the mini-thrusts knocking against my hole. He wanted more than anything to cross the threshold. I tried to do what Daddy had told me earlier. I focused on loosening my muscles and pushed out as Hudson was rocking in.

“Yeah, bitch!” Hudson exclaimed when his cock finally breached my entrance a few minutes later.

Knox had continued to fuck my throat all the while. I realized that I was going to look like a complete mess. As he’d begun to plow my mouth with greater abandon, drool and mucous had started to spill from my mouth and gotten all over my upside-down face. I didn’t care too much, though, because I knew that that extra lube had to be making him feel really good if he’d refused to switch with Hudson.

Glug-glug-glug-glug-glug…

Tanner was momentarily missing in action, but I was in no position to look for him. I kept waiting for him to stick his cock in my hand. I had no idea what he was doing.

Hudson finally hit my magic button, and I flopped around like crazy. He let out a huge laugh and then proceeded to ram into the same place again at an even quicker pace. His fat cock was wearing me out. It felt so much harder to keep taking it in and out than it had with the other two, even though they had both been longer than him.

Knox put his hand on top of my throat; he started to press down each time he slid his entire length in. I’m sure it must have made it feel even better. His meat was throbbing and dripping his sweet pre-cum in regular bursts.

It wasn’t long before Hudson had finally stretched me out enough so that he was bottoming out inside of me. It fucking hurt, though; tears streamed down my face for the first minute, but they just kind of mixed into the mess of other fluids.

“Bitch… so tight,” Hudson moaned. “I’m going to fill you with my jizz.”

“You gotta pull out, bro,” Knox said. “I get to be the first one to cum in my girl’s pussy.”

Hudson made a grunt that signaled he understood. He kept plowing away. His dick was starting to leak inside of me; the pre-cum was easing some of the pain.

“I’m gonna shoot!”

Hudson pulled out; I didn’t even think to unwrap my legs from around him. I was too busy focusing on breathing through my nose. The next thing I felt was rope after rope of cum raining down on my stomach and chest as Hudson let out a series of intense grunts.

Shortly after his climax, I heard him shuffling around; I assumed he was putting on his underwear. It sounded like he was walking towards the door.

“I’m going to go get cleaned up,” Hudson said. “Thanks for lending me your bitch’s pussy, dawg.”

The next thing I heard was the door shutting. Knox was still at it with my throat, and my ass was still gaping open. In fact, it felt like I couldn’t even force it to close if I wanted to.

“You wanna get back in that pussy, Tan?”

So Tanner is still in the room? I had been certain he’d left.

“Cool,” Knox said. “I need to take a piss, though. I ain’t about to spring a leak in my girl’s throat.”

Knox slid his throbbing cock from my overworked gullet. He immediately reached down and lifted my head so I wouldn’t have to. It was only a second before he was guiding me to my feet. I’d closed my eyes to prevent more slime from dripping into them as I stood.

“Let’s clean you up, baby girl.”

I felt soft fabric press against my face, wiping away the gunk. It took him a couple of passes to clean most of it off. I finally opened my eyes. Knox looked just as manly and hot as he had when he’d first stripped out of his clothes. After finishing up with my face, he wiped away the jizz that Hudson had fired across my torso.

“Tanner wants some more of your pussy,” Knox said. “I was thinking you two should move to the chair. It might be an easier position for you.”

I nodded; he could have told me to let Tanner fuck me while I stood on my head, and I would have said yes.

“Nice,” he said. “I’ll be back soon.”

I was expecting Knox to grab his boxers from where he’d left them earlier in the night, but he didn’t. With all the confidence of someone who lives alone – or a guy with a ten-inch dick, I suppose — he walked right out of the room butt naked. His cock was still drenched with gobs of my saliva.

I looked at the clock; it was almost 6:30 a.m. I couldn’t believe it.

Tanner went to the same chair Knox had fucked me on earlier and sat down. He didn’t say anything, but he kept staring at me.

“I’ve… I’ve never fucked a guy before tonight,” he said. “Does it hurt you?”

I thought for a moment, trying to reflect on the evening. I knew it was a complex answer, but I also thought about what Daddy would want me to say.

“It kind of feels nice, actually,” I said.

“Oh.”

We both stayed silent; he was looking at my clit. That made me look at what he had between his legs. It was still hard; he must have been jerking himself while Knox and Hudson had used me from both ends.

“Do you want to fuck me again?” I asked.

“Okay,” he mumbled.

I felt oddly empowered; I walked right over to him and straddled his muscular legs. His body looked so much like Knox’s. What the hell do these men do to look so insanely jacked?

I peered into his eyes and started to squat when I suddenly wondered if I should turn the other direction to make it more comfortable for him. Then, rather selfishly, I worried that his dick might not crash into my spot the same way as it had with Knox.

“Do you…” he muttered. “Do you want me to play with your thing?”

Tanner nodded awkwardly to my crotch as my two-point-four inches jutted between us. His face turned red from his embarrassment.

“No, it’s fine. I just want to make sure you feel good. Don’t worry about me.”

I expected to feel pain as his cock head made contact with my rosebud, but I didn’t. It wasn’t because I was numb, either. I was just too stretched out.

Tanner’s dick slipped into me with such ease. I lowered myself all the way down in one fell swoop. I started riding his stick, waiting for the reward. It felt good, but nothing like all the other times that evening. His cock kept pressing against my button; it felt like the reward had been cut in half, though.

I wiggled around, trying to find the right position. Remembering earlier with Knox, I leaned forward against him. Nope, no change.

“Ahhh,” Tanner gasped.

I began to ride him with more intensity, but the pleasure wasn’t mounting. I kept getting the same half payout each time. I realized I couldn’t feel his cock the same way I had earlier; it had been like a hand in a glove. My insides weren’t gripping onto him as tightly.

The door opened; Knox walked back in. He looked refreshed. He was still at full mast. I just couldn’t truly understand how he didn’t care about any of the guys seeing him like that.

“Girl’s hard at work, huh?” Knox chuckled, placing his hand on Tanner’s shoulder. “How’s it feeling, bud?”

“Okay.”

“Just okay?!?”

“I guess it feels different. Maybe it’s just me, though.”

Knox left his position and walked around behind me. I wanted him to see how I’d followed his instructions, so I kept riding up and down on Tanner’s pole until I bottomed out.

Knox’s fingers started touching my ass cheeks. I slid all the way down so he could see. His index finger pressed against my battered opening; he quickly slid it inside so it was wiggling next to my ring and Tanner’s cock.

“What the hell, bro?” Tanner yelled as Knox was already pulling his finger back out.

“Chill, Tan,” he said. “Chill. I was just figuring something out.”

I started to feel nervous again; it felt bizarre after not having experienced that familiar intense anxiety for the past few hours. I had a suspicion of what he was going to say.

“Yeah. Hudson stretched my girl out too much. She’ll get tight again with time, but she’s going to be a loser for the rest of the night.”

“Oh.”

“Sorry, bud, but if it feels good, though, keep fucking her.”

“Sure, I guess.”

I didn’t even wait for Knox to say anything; I started sliding up and down again. I kept wiggling when I’d take it all in hopes of getting the fireworks again. I was waiting for Knox to come over so I could use my mouth.

Knox was hovering behind me; I wondered if he was inspecting the tightness of my pussy again. I heard the sound of him spitting into what I assumed was his hand.

“I’m going to try something, bro,” Knox said. “Just go with it.”

The next thing I felt was Knox’s helmet pushing against my ring. Tanner completely froze; I had an up-close view of the “what the fuck?” look on his face. Knox kept pressing, though; it seemed like he was using his hand to try to worm his dick into the opening in which he just placed his finger. I slid up toward the top of Tanner’s rod; I reckoned that it would give Knox more wiggle room.

I was right. It wasn’t long before Knox’s head had breached my barrier. I could feel him and Tanner squished together inside of me. My hole was stretched to capacity again; it felt like it had when I’d been taking the thickest part of Hudson’s dick.

“Come on, baby girl,” Knox encouraged. “We’re just going to stay like this, and you work your way down.”

It fucking hurts! I wanted to shout. I forced myself down even though I knew it was going to kill me. The two of their dicks together were definitely a lot bigger than Hudson’s soda can girth.

“Ah! Ah!” Tanner gasped as I took another half-inch.

He was still in shock. If I could feel Knox’s dick pulsating in my hole, Tanner must have been able to feel it against his own manhood. I think it was blowing his mind.

“Good girl,” Knox said, planting a kiss on my spine.

I forced myself against the resistance with even greater intensity. No! No! No! was all I could hear reverberating in my head.

“Now push in with me, Tan,” Knox commanded.

They both slowly rocked up in unison as I was dying, pushing down. But then, it happened.

“Oh, Jesus-fucking-Christ!” I screamed as both of their cock heads collided with my G-spot.

Every firework ever invented exploded within my body. Every bomb in the army stockpile detonated in unison. It made the earlier explosions feel like they’d been nothing but sparklers. My muscles spasmed; my eyes rolled back into my head. I collapsed into Tanner’s chest.

I needed to feel it again; I didn’t care if it hurt getting there. I pulled my face away from Tanner’s firm pec, and I raised myself back up their poles a half-inch. They’d both stopped trying to press upwards when I’d convulsed.

I thought about it for a moment; I knew it was incredibly stupid, but I was going to do it anyway. Cock-drunk hoes do stupid shit. I let my legs buckle underneath me.

I slammed down onto the two massive cocks. The buzzer went off again. The pleasure was on par with the intense pain — and, as a point of reference, my ass felt like it was both getting murdered and revenge-murdering the rest of me.

I felt Knox put his hands on my shoulders. No. No. No.

“Thrust up, now, Tan.”

“AHHHHHH!” I bellowed.

I tried to plant my feet on the ground, but my legs were shaking too much to get a purchase. Knox yanked me down. He and Tanner rammed themselves upwards.

The pain was too much. The pleasure was too much. My head started to feel clouded, like my mind was shutting down; my vision began to turn dark as its field narrowed. I felt like I was about to fall asleep.

“Babe, babe,” Knox said while rubbing my back to keep me lucid. “You did it.”

I felt myself meandering back towards full consciousness. I was exhausted, but I knew I wasn’t going to black out.

“You took us both. We’re both balls deep in your pussy.”

Knox started to fuck me without waiting for a response. His cock was rubbing against my back wall while Tanner’s remained motionless.

I looked into Tanner’s face. His look of shock had been replaced by the countenance of someone enjoying all the sensations flooding through him. He started to fuck me, too. They were both supporting my weight as they long-dicked me. It felt like two pistons firing with alternating timing.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” I yelped.

Every half-second, one of their cocks was taking a turn, crashing into my G-spot. I don’t think they could have timed it better if they’d been trying to do it for me.

The door opened, and Hudson walked in. He was still wet from the shower.

“I thought that was you,” he chuckled. “Oh, God!”

It took him a moment to realize what was happening. When he did, he looked bemused, but not overly invested.

“I’m going to crash for a few more hours, but you guys have fun.”

I heard his door shut after he walked away. I was too focused on what I was feeling to care enough to watch him leave.

Knox and Tanner kept plowing me with abandon while supporting my weight, so I didn’t need to stand. It was euphoric. Both of their cocks were leaking tons of pre-cum; they were painting my insides. My clit was dribbling more watery fluid.

“I’m, uh, I’m…” Tanner moaned.

He suddenly stopped thrusting into me; I knew what was about to happen. Knox didn’t stop, though. I wasn’t sure whether he hadn’t heard or didn’t care. I felt Tanner’s dick starting to spasm. I could tell from the look on his face that he was trying to stop it from happening. I wondered if Knox not stopping had pushed him over the edge.

“Bro, are you…?” Knox started to ask, undoubtedly feeling the spasms as well.

Before Knox could finish his thought, the first rope surged from Tanner’s dick. It felt like a bucketful. It made me feel the details of their compressed cocks even more vividly as the sticky jizz lubricated my pussy walls.

Knox didn’t stop fucking me. It was at that moment that I noticed his cock starting to spasm the same way Tanner’s had.

Knox blasted his first shot in unison with Tanner’s third. Their dicks were slipping against each other as Knox did his thing.

It took about fifteen more seconds for both of them to empty everything inside of me, and it was only after that that Knox stopped long-dicking me.

“Good job, baby girl,” Knox whispered in my ear before directing his attention to Tanner. “Pussy was too good to pull out, huh? I wanted to be the first one to shoot in her, but I can’t blame you, bro.”

I let out an audible gasp as Knox started to stand up; he had decided to take me with him. He lifted me into the air so that I slid off Tanner’s rod while staying planted on his. He pulled me tight against his chest so that he was hugging me from behind as I dangled in front of him, still impaled.

Knox slid me off his pole right in front of the desk. Cum started flowing down from my destroyed pussy like a dam had broken. It was painting the inside of my thighs and splashing on the floor.

“Bend over, hun,” Knox commanded. “You gotta see this, Tan.”

I leaned forward and spread my legs as if one of them were going to fuck me, even though I knew that wasn’t the case. I waited to see what Daddy would do next.

“Look how stretched out she is.”

I could feel them both gaping at my gape. Then I felt Knox pushing something into me. I let out a gasp as I tried not to topple over. He removed whatever had been in me just as quickly as he’d inserted it.

“Four fingers!” That’s crazy!” Knox exclaimed. “And that’s without even trying. I bet I could get my whole fist in there with just a little push.”

I took a deep breath. No, please, no. I’m tired. I was trembling in anticipation.

“Relax, babe,” Knox reassured. “I’m not trying to break you. You’ll be good as new in a few days.”

I started to straighten myself to a standing position when Knox put his hand on my shoulder to stop me. I lowered myself to my knees without being told.

He walked over so his cum-covered dick was right in front of my face. I could hear Tanner shuffling on the other side of the room; it sounded like he was putting his underwear back on. I started licking the cum off of Knox’s cock. So fucking delicious.

“Did you have a good time, Tan?” he asked, completely ignoring me.

“Yeah. It was definitely a new experience.”

“Had you ever double-stuffed a pussy before?”

“Nah.”

I gently and carefully ran my tongue along Knox’s shaft, collecting the mix of the two men’s cum. I pulled it into my mouth; the musky flavor was fantastic. I couldn’t get enough. I was trying not to waste a single drop of my man’s baby batter. I wanted it in me any way possible.

“Really?” Knox asked. “Wow! Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

“That’s for sure,” Tanner replied. “I’m going to go hop in the shower. I gotta be at class soon.”

The door shut forcefully behind him. I licked the remaining cum from Knox’s massive rod and swinging balls. He kept stroking the top of my head while I took care of him.

“You like Daddy’s cum, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because there’s a lot more where that came from.”

When I’d finished worshiping his tool, he helped me to my feet. My undersized stiffie was still poking out in front of me. We both seemed to look at it at the same time.

“Baby never got to cum, huh?”

I shook my head ‘no.’ Knox glanced at the clock on the wall and then looked back at me.

“I’m sorry, hun,” he said. “It’s almost seven-thirty a.m., and I have class at eight a.m. I promise to take care of you next time.”

To be honest, I didn’t care. I’d never really imagined guys reciprocating when I’d fantasized about sucking them off. In fact, I think I’d actively avoided ever thinking of someone putting my thing into their mouth.

“We should go shower, then,” Knox said. It wasn’t a suggestion; it was an order.

He grabbed me by the right ass cheek and started to steer me towards the door. I suddenly became aware of my state: my face was covered with dried spittle, I had cum leaking down from my gaping hole, and my microscopic dick was fully erect. On the other hand, Knox’s cock was already flaccid and swung between his thighs like a third leg.

I placed my hand against the doorframe as we reached the threshold. I looked Knox right in the eyes.

“It’s seven-thirty a.m.,” I said. “That’s the busiest time of the day at the bathroom. Almost every freshman has eight a.m. classes. I can’t go out there like this.”

“Come on, baby. Do you think Daddy won’t protect you?”

I shook my head ‘no.” Of course, I knew Daddy would protect me. I felt like it was the one thing I was sure of after the night we’d spent together. I just wanted to be his girl so badly. I needed to let him protect me.

I reached over and opened the door the smallest bit. I could hear a voice in the hallway. I took a deep breath.

“Good girl,” Knox said, kissing the top of my head.

He placed his hand on my nape and walked us out of the room. My eyes struggled to adjust to the harsh fluorescents; they were so much brighter than the lights in the students’ rooms.

The first thing I saw clearly was a boy named Dave walking towards us with his backpack strewn over his shoulder. He looked like he wasn’t processing what he was seeing correctly.

 

 

“What the fuck?” he whispered as he rushed by.

My face turned bright red; I became more aware of the loads of cum coating my thighs. I also started to notice just how much my hole was hurting.

We’d walked a few more steps when a door opened in front of us; the guy was trying to close it, but his arms were full of books.

“I got you, Joey,” Knox announced as he walked to Joey’s other side to pull the door shut for him.

“Thanks, Knox,” Joey began, before he finally looked up. “Dude, you’re… fucking hung like a horse!”

Knox kind of chuckled; I was sure he’d heard it many, many times.

“Are you rushing a frat or something? What’s the deal with this?”

“No deal. I just don’t care who sees. It’s the ‘jock floor’, right? We’re all used to being naked around each other.”

“Yeah, that’s for sure.”

Knox started to walk back to where I was standing on Joey’s other side; Joey spun around to follow my man. His face scrunched up in disgust when he looked at me. It was almost as if he had to suppress a desire to gag.

“What happened to him?”

“Just a long night,” Knox chuckled.

“It looks like it.” Joey paused. “Is that… is that cum?”

Joey was looking at my inner thighs. It might have been the first time someone had seen me naked in a nonsexual context and not immediately commented on my small size.

“As I said, it was a long night,” Knox repeated as he clamped his hand across my nape.

“Well, I gotta go to class,” Joey said, looking for a quick exit. “See you at practice, bro.”

“Later.”

We managed to walk the rest of the way to the bathroom without stopping again. We did pass by another half-dozen freshman boys, though. Knox got jock nods, praise for his massive rod, and comments about how funny he was. I got people pointing at my teeny junk, guys whispering ‘fag’ under their breaths, and looks of revulsion.

The bathroom was bursting with activity when we entered. There were several guys at the sink; two of them – Jordan and Diego – were still wet with towels around their waists. Grant was only wearing boxers. The last guy, whose name I still can’t remember, was fully dressed and brushing his teeth.

“Babe, go wash your face,” Knox said, giving my ass a hard slap. “I’m going to get our shower caddies.”

All four jock bros turned around in tandem at the sound of Knox’s hefty paw thwacking my tight bubble. I’d already started walking towards them, as if the momentum of the slap had propelled me forward.

The guy brushing his teeth abandoned his task and rushed towards his locker. A scandalized grimace was plastered on his face. I made a beeline for his sink as the other three watched me.

“What the fuck?” Jordan asked.

I just looked at him and shrugged while I turned on the cold water. He turned his attention to Diego; they were roommates.

“Dude!” Jordan exclaimed to his friend. “Fag boy has a baby dick.”

“Is that even a dick?” Diego replied.

All three of the guys next to me burst into laughter. They all stopped what they’d been doing just to stare at my exposed body.

“Did baby wake up with a hard on?” Jordan chided me.

“I didn’t even know a dick could be that small,” Grant said, joining the conversation.

They were all whooping it up; my stomach somersaulted. It had been exactly what I’d been hoping to avoid. I could see Knox in the mirror as he reached into his locker. He was about fifteen feet behind us.

I felt so pathetic and ashamed looking at them. Even the shortest of the three of them was six feet tall; Diego had the same hulking build as Knox, and Grant had thick, black fur covering his entire chest. They were real men.

I quickly leaned forward and splashed water on my facing, trying to rub away dried spittle.

“Look at the handprint on his ass!” Diego belted.

“I think baby-dick is fag boy,” Jordan said. “Shit, the guys have got to see this.”

As I finished washing the gunk from my face, I returned to a standing position. Jordan was grabbing something from the ledge in front of the sinks. It was his phone.

“Smile for the camera,” Jordan instructed.

I was sure he’d taken a few snaps by the time I was able to cover my shame. Diego and Grant were cackling. Even if the guys somehow hadn’t noticed the cum smeared between my legs, it would be there in the picture for someone to point out later. It was right then when Knox pushed in next to me at the sink and set our two shower caddies on the ledge.

“What’s up, boys?”

“Holy shit!” Jordan exclaimed. “That’s hilarious. Hey, Knox, you gotta pose with this guy here for me.”

Knox just shrugged; he pushed himself next to me and draped his giant arm across my shoulder. As his body pressed against mine, I felt enveloped by his warmth. I loved how his bigness made me feel. I wrapped my right arm around his waist; my other arm fell to my side.

Jordan was panning our bodies. He started acting as a narrator for his phone.

“Look at this! Look at this guy in my dorm. His dick is fucking hard as a rock, and he’s like less than half the size of this other guy…”

He kept panning up and down while talking to himself. It seemed like he was framing Knox’s huge cock and my clit together. He also pushed his hand towards my face for a closeup.

“Don’t worry, bro,” he said to Knox. “I’m not showing your face.”

Knox just grinned. I don’t think he would have cared, given what he’d said earlier. I did care, though. My stomach started to ache again as I imagined him sending the video to the dorm mailing list. I could picture each of the students laughing at me every time I saw them in the hallways for the rest of the year.

Jordan placed his phone back on the ledge. Diego and Grant were whispering something to one another. Knox took his arm off my shoulder and stared into the mirror. He stroked his stubble as if debating whether to shave.

“Did you have a good night last night?” Jordan asked Knox.

“Hell, yeah,” Knox replied. “I stretched out a virgin pussy.” He turned his head so he could discreetly wink at me.

“Fuck, yeah, bro!” Jordan responded.

I started to understand that they didn’t realize I was with Knox. Jordan had just thought it was a lucky coincidence that the horse-hung jock had walked up to the sink right when he was trying to show off how small my dick was.

Knox ambled towards the showers. Three of the four were occupied. The guys in them seemed unaware of what was happening behind them. Of course, the only one left available had no curtain.

Knox hopped in and turned on the water without standing under the shower head. The three onlookers were still whispering as they continued to get ready. Grant was awkwardly trying to get his contact to adhere to his eye.

“Bring over the caddies,” Knox instructed.

I grabbed one with each hand and scampered towards him. Jordan and Diego looked utterly shocked; Grant still had his finger in his eye.

Knox took the caddies and set them on the floor. Then he grabbed me by the shoulder and guided me under the warm stream raining down from the shower head. I had really needed it. I felt my tired muscles immediately relax; the sticky cum plastered between my thighs started to wash away.

“I thought you could do with a good, quick rinsing,” Knox said rather contentedly.

He reached down, grabbed one of the bottles from his caddie, then shoved it into my hands. It was one of those brands I would never have used, and it smelled like a high school locker room. I didn’t care, though. I appreciated the gesture. I squirted some into my palm and put the bottle back in his caddie.

Jordan and Diego had given up any pretense of “getting ready.” They were blatantly gawking at us. Grant looked like he had finally placed the contact correctly, although he kept blinking as he gazed at his reflection.

I lifted my hand towards my chest. Knox reached out and grabbed my wrist.

“You’re funny, baby girl,” he said. “That’s not for you, it’s for me. We’ll get you that stuff that makes you smell like honey after you clean me off.”

Does he…? Is he…? I think I felt just as confused as Jordan and Diego for a moment. He wants me to bathe him? And he doesn’t care about these guys watching, or whoever else might walk in?

He squeezed under the jet of water, which left no room for me. He lifted my hand and guided it to his right pec. My clit surged with energy. I couldn’t understand why, though. I should be mortified. Why am I not dying inside?

Because he’s claiming me publicly, he’s making sure they know that I’m his.

The very thought made me feel so horned up. I started massaging the slippery liquid against his heaving pecs.

“Dude!” Jordan exclaimed. “Are you with that guy?”

Knox glared at him.

“What’d you say?” he asked.

“I asked if you are with that guy – Jack,” Jordan sneered.

Knox was snickering; any anger had immediately disappeared. Maybe he had thought Jordan was asking something else?

“This is my girl now,” Knox proclaimed.

“That… that’s Jack,” Diego said. “He’s Chad’s roommate.”

Grant had rejoined them; all three were staring at us. I knew we must have looked ridiculous. It was like I was some puny Roman slave washing the god-like emperor. I rubbed my hands across Knox’s abs, creating a bubbling foam in the grooves of his six-pack.

“Nah. I’m calling her Jackie. She was always meant to be a girl. Just look between her legs.”

Hearing him say that again made me feel so confused. I still didn’t feel like a girl, but I did feel like his girl.

“Maybe they’re trans?” Grant mumbled.

Diego shrugged. They all started speaking so softly that I couldn’t hear them over the shower. The water was ricocheting off of Knox’s broad shoulders; droplets were collecting on my cheeks.

My hands skipped directly from his abs to his right thigh. I had to squat down to give it a thorough cleaning. Knox gazed down at me blissfully as he luxuriated in the sensation.

“Get the sack next, babe,” he instructed, tugging at his hefty balls.

“What the fuck?” one of the voices said behind me.

I cradled his ample, cum-churning balls in my hands; it took both of them to do the job. I tried to gently clean them, as if I were polishing precious gems. His long dick was flopping down between my wrists.

“So… if that’s a girl,” Diego asked somewhat tentatively, “do you fuck her?”

“Fuck her. Stick my dick down her throat. Yeah, I do whatever I want.”

Knox said it with such authority; it was as if it had always been that way, even though we’d barely said more than a couple of sentences to one another before a few hours earlier. It made me blush, but not out of embarrassment.

I glanced over at the peanut gallery; Grant had disappeared. Maybe it’s too weird for him to watch? Maybe he just had to go to class, finally? Diego and Jordan remained in the same position, ogling us.

“Bullshit,” Jordan chuckled. “You’re telling me he is a throat GOAT.”

“You better believe it.”

“Okay, why don’t you show us then?” he cackled while elbowing Diego.

Am I really going to suck Daddy off in front of these two assholes? My fingers began to move from his sack to his mammoth meat; before I could get a grip, Knox gently pushed my hands away.

“Nah, my girl ain’t gotta prove nothing to you.”

My girl. Every time I heard it, my heart skipped a beat.

“You’re full of shit,” Jordan doubled down. “One hundred bucks says she can’t take it all.”

Knox rolled his eyes and laughed; I’d already fallen to my knees. My body was telling me something about myself.

“Two hundred bucks, motherfucker,” Jordan said, upping the ante.

Knox looked down at me; I thought I could tell what he was waiting for. I must have looked like a small peasant worshipping at the statue of a god. I gave an almost imperceptible nod.

“Easiest two hundred bucks I’ll ever make,” Knox responded.

It made me so horny. It was like I had been cast in some porn that I wouldn’t have been able to dream up in a million years. If I’d ever found it somewhere, though, I know I would have watched over and over again.

Knox started to step out of the shower. What? He was soaking wet; water was dripping on the floor. He stepped towards Jordan. Is he first seeing if he actually has the cash? What’s he doing?

“Get in there, champ,” he said, slapping Jordan’s towel-clad ass.

“What?” Diego muttered.

“Very funny, bro,” Jordan laughed. “I was betting that he could take your dick, not mine.”

“Nah, that’s not what you said. You bet that she ain’t able to take dick throat-deep. You didn’t say my dick. If you want to know, please go find out. If not, you still owe me two hundred bucks.”

Diego looked uncomfortable; Jordan was starting to get pissed. The alpha that he was, Knox grabbed Jordan’s towel by the waist and yanked it off his body. He started using it to wick water from his broad shoulders.

Jordan’s cock burst forward after it had been released; it was firmer than when I’d accidentally spied on him earlier in the term. He was about six inches, and he was obviously chubbed up.

“Looks like you might have been too cocky when you’re working with that cock,” Knox chided. “She ain’t going to have a problem with something that small.”

“Small?” Jordan asked, incensed. “No, that, in there, is small! Just because I’m not part donkey like you doesn’t mean the girls don’t gag on this.”

Jordan grabbed his dick and squeezed it tight. It had decent girth — just a little smaller around than Knox’s. It continued to get harder as he gripped the base.

“Dude, are you really?” Diego asked.

“If you want to back out, I’ll cut the amount to one hundred. You’re probably second-guessing yourself now that she’s only got to swallow your little thing and not mine.”

“Fuck you!” Jordan almost screamed.

His lean, tall body was shaking; a vein was bulging in his temple. He started stroking his cock vigorously, as it would somehow stretch to Knox’s ten-inch size.

Jordan charged over and jumped into the shower stall next to me. We were both positioned right at the opening; the water from the shower head rained down behind us. He held his erect dick by the root with his left hand and grabbed the back of my head with his left.

“Take it, bitch!” he growled.

I knew what he was about to do; I wasn’t stupid. It was a surprise attack. He wasn’t going to let me get his cock all lubed up before seeing if it would gently slide in balls deep.

Jordan jammed my head forward; his tip thrusted into my uvula, and he stalled out. I reached up and planted my hands firmly on his smooth, muscular ass. I unlocked my jaw and opened the entrance to my velvety tunnel. I pushed forward with all my might.

“Oh!” he cried as his balls slapped against my chin.

I’d taken his seven inches like it was nothing at all; it really wasn’t after the night I’d had. His body trembled as his rod reacted to the soft tissue enveloping it. He tried to pull out, but quickly gave up when he realized I had him locked in tight.

I heard Knox chuckling; he had to be amused by how swiftly his girl had won him two hundred dollars. I started hearing more commotion outside the stall. My face was pressed against Jordan’s body, so I could only guess what was happening.

“Is that guy blowing Jordan?” someone asked.

“Dude’s getting head from a fag in the shower!” someone else yelled.

Without warning, Jordan started to pull out a few inches. Then he pushed back in. His ass muscles contracted under my grip. Is he… is he going to try to make me blow him? No. Then a second thought popped into my mind. Would Knox be mad if I didn’t try to pull away?

I dropped my hands from his ass while I debated if I should push him away. He’d started fully rocking in and out of my throat like it was a sex toy.

“I guess two hundred dollars should at least come with a happy ending,” Knox said jokingly, as if he’d been reading my mind.

“What does that mean?” one of the new arrivals asked.

Jordan started full-on skull fucking me. He thrusted in as hard as he could while yanking my face so my nose was buried in his pubes.

Glug-glug-glug-glug-glug…

“Fucking bitch,” he growled. “Yeah, take it all. Take it, you cocksucker.”

Pre-cum was already starting to flow from his throbbing unit. It wasn’t nearly as good as Knox’s; it tasted more salty than sweet. I wasn’t sure how I felt just then. I really didn’t like Jordan, but I didn’t mind him using my throat. It just felt… right. It made me think of how Knox had said I was made to be a tool used to please normal men.

I started working his shaft with my tongue; he was jackhammering so rapidly that I could only focus on teasing the underside of his shaft. The more I focused on making him feel good, the more I felt my little clit vibrating. I knew there had to be a pearly drop clinging to the tip.

Glug-glug-glug-glug-glug…

“Dirty little slut,” Jordan derided me.

It had only been a minute, but my jaw was aching. He was just so careless with his manhandling. His cock was throbbing twice as hard as it had been seconds earlier. I could hear him panting over the noise of the water splashing to the ground behind me.

“Take my load, you fucking whore!” he yelled.

Jordan pushed all the way in; his cock head lodged in my throat. His whole body shook as the first eruption emptied down my throat. His spurts came in much quicker succession than any of the other guys; it was only ten seconds before I felt the last few drops trickle out.

“Holy shit!” he laughed. “Bitch didn’t even gag as I shot down her throat.”

He pulled out in one rapid yank; a strand of spittle disconnected from his unit and landed on my chin. I watched as he bounded back over towards the sinks.

My mouth hung open as I registered the scene. Knox was standing in the middle of a group of about ten other guys. Diego was still there, but the others appeared to have trickled in from the hallway and emerged from the shower stalls.

I recognized two of them from my classes; I had been assigned to the same lab group as one of them. Matty was standing next to Knox. He must have woken from his drunken stupor.

I just kneeled there, waiting. I waited to see what they would do; I waited to see what Knox needed from me next.

“You let the fag blow you?” Diego asked Jordan.

“Nah, Knox knows what he’s talking about. That’s no fag. That’s a certified bitch.”

The guys were all clamoring. A few of them seemed to be discreetly pawing at their bulges.

Knox handed Jordan his towel back; Jordan secured it around his waist. Knox strode over to the shower and forced his way into the stall with me. He turned off the knob controlling the water. He leaned over enough to hook me under the armpit and guide me to my feet. Once he was sure I could stand on my own, he grabbed the two shower caddies and placed one into each of my hands.

Knox wiped away a small strand of spittle from my chin with his thumb, then planted his large right palm across my nape and guided me out of the shower. My wet feet almost slipped on the tile, but he held me steady.

“Well,” he said, “it’s been fun, boys, but we gotta get to our classes.”

We walked to the lockers; he placed both of our caddies into his space. I smiled, thinking about what he probably meant by that small action.

The guys were still talking loudly. Some were commenting on my teeny cock; others were asking Jordan about what he’d just done. Still, a few were trying to figure out what the deal was with Knox and me. I’m sure there were other comments, too, but I couldn’t parse them all out.

Knox shut the locker and gave me a little wink. I immediately slid into his side and wrapped my arm around his waist. I didn’t care if the guys thought I was a fag. He was my man.

“Hey!” Knox boomed out. The other voices in the room went silent all at once. “I like to think that I’m a good dude. I hope you’ve already learned that, in a few weeks, I’m not going to help a bro out. If any of you ever need some head or pussy, I’m always down to share. Just make sure you ask me first, though.”

Nobody said anything. Aside from Jordan, they were likely all too stunned by the offer – or perhaps too embarrassed to admit that they’d be taking him up on the offer in such a public forum.

Knox guided us back to his room. We passed a few people; I’m sure they were looking at me, clinging to him, or at my little thingy, judgmentally. I paid them no attention, and Knox didn’t either.

When we entered the quad, I checked the clock and saw it was 8:10 a.m. I was starting to feel hungry. Deepthroating and getting fucked sure did seem to work up a healthy appetite.

“Well,” Knox said, pausing for a moment as he registered the time, “I guess I’m skipping class. There’s a silver lining, though.”

Knox wrapped his arms around me and lifted me like I was as light as a feather. A coy giggle escaped from my tired throat. He planted me down on the edge of the desk again. I immediately lay down and spread my legs into a “V” formation. If my man wants my pussy, I’m giving it to him. I knew it was still going to be loose, but if he didn’t care, then I didn’t either.

“Nah,” he said. “Put your legs down.”

I let them dangle from the edge of the desk. Knox walked over to my side and placed his massive mitt on my stomach. He was pawing at the soft skin he’d complimented earlier.

He leaned down and kissed me; it was soft and sensuous. My tummy filled with butterflies as I looked into his eyes. I realized that it was one of the few times I’d ever left them open while I was kissing someone.

Knox brought his hand up to his mouth and coated his thumb with saliva. He gently placed it onto my diamond-hard dinky so that it was pressing flat against my body. He began to massage the two-point-four inches with the soft pad of his finger.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned.

“I didn’t forget my promise to my girl.”

Knox spent the next ten minutes using different techniques to tickle my clit until it felt like I was going to die. He even had to put his other hand over my mouth at one point when my irrepressible moans became too loud.

Matty and Tanner walked by at various points. They each stopped to gawk for a moment before continuing on their way. I was so wrapped up in how great it felt to have my man rubbing my clit that I barely noticed them.

“Open your legs again,” he cooed.

I went into “V” formation. He continued to play with my bean while he spat on his other fingers. He was pushing them into my pussy a few seconds later; it was still so stretched out that it didn’t even really hurt to take what must have been three.

Knox smashed into my button; my body flailed. He kept pressing and scraping his fingers against my G-spot. His smile grew bigger as I struggled to suppress my cries of passion. My little grapes were aching in their hairless sack.

“I know what my girl likes,” he said in a honeyed tone. He began rubbing my pseudo-clit even faster, matching the tempo he’d established deep inside of me.

“Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Oh! Oh! Oh!”

My clit spasmed; Knox lifted his thumb. I started squirting. Little shots of goo spurted out into my sparse pubes. It had to be at least a teaspoon, which was more than I’d ever come. Knox kept fingering me until my body stopped orgasming.

“Good, huh?” he asked as he pulled his fingers out of my hole.

“The best, Daddy,” I said breathlessly.

As soon as he stepped away, I collapsed flat on the oak surface. My body was still reverberating with the aftershocks of a powerful earthquake. The wet noodles that used to be my legs were draped over the edge of the desk.

Knox opened a drawer in the other desk in the room; he paused for a moment before grinning. He reached in, pulled out a small packet of tissues, then tossed them over to me. In one of my most athletic feats, I actually caught them.

“To clean yourself up,” he said. “Next time we shower, I’m going to shave you clean. You’re already pretty smooth, but I like my girls pristine.”

“Okay.”

As I wiped my lady juices out of my sparse bush, Knox planted a kiss on my head. The feeling of his lips on my skin already had me thinking about how embarrassing it would be to try to get a Brazilian wax in our small college town. I knew I’d do it, though, if I could find a place.

“Hey, babe. There’s something I’m going to need you to do for me…”

Anything, I was already thinking.

“You saw how the other guys were looking at you in the bathroom. I don’t want any of them to forget who you belong to if they see your cute ass in the shower and think they can just jump in without asking me first.”

I nodded; as I said, I had seen a few of them chubbing up after watching what Jordan had done with my throat.

“Well, I need a way to remind them that you belong to me. Flip over onto your tummy for me, darling.”

I rolled over so my feet were planted on the floor and my stomach was flat against the desk. I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing. He had a black permanent marker in his mitt.

Knox uncapped it; I felt him pressing hard on my lower spine just above my ass. I could tell he wrote three words: one longer word on top, a smaller one below that, and a slightly longer one at the bottom. It was clearly in large block letters.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he said.

He cupped my left ass cheek with his paw while he used his right hand to mark me. He made four small lines and a diagonal line across them.

“Five?” I asked.

“I just want to keep track of how many loads you’re taking. Guys will have to make a hatch mark each time they use one of your holes. I don’t want you to get too worn out to take care of your daddy, so this’ll help remind me when to tell the guys you’ll just be taking care of me for a while.”

It felt really considerate. He wanted me for himself more than anything else, so he was making sure I didn’t get too tired. I was happy, too, since I knew I’d never want to feel like my throat was too raw or my pussy was too destroyed to let him stick his ramrod in me.

“Well, babe. I’m going to go pass out for a few. Fucking your tight pussy was my morning workout. I’m sure Chad will be awake by now, or at least you can pound on the door now without worrying about waking the whole dorm.”

The thought that it’d be mortifying to walk to my room naked briefly popped into my mind before quickly vanishing. After everything that had happened, I didn’t feel embarrassed. One couldn’t be embarrassed about the truth. I wasn’t born with a real man’s dick, so my purpose is to serve guys who have them. That’s why fate led me to Knox.

Knox walked over to the corner where he’d disrobed last night. He reached down and picked up his boxers; he stared at his T-shirt for a moment. He quickly stepped into his underwear.

“Hey, didn’t I say something like ‘only my girls get to wear my shirts’ last night?”

“Yeah.”

Knox scampered into his room with the excitement of a kid at Christmas. He came back holding a piece of heather-gray fabric.

“Put your arms up, baby girl.”

The fabric felt well-worn as it slid over my shoulder, having been through the wash hundreds of times. To my surprise, the shirt stopped at my belly button. I felt the hem to see that it had been crudely cut with scissors. It said “Westside H.S. Football” across the chest.

“This was my summer workout shirt. Kept me from dying in the heat, and it let the girls see the abs.”

Knox flexed his core to show that his six-pack was still a work of art. Then he gave me a hard swat on the ass. I knew a red handprint would soon follow.

“I needed you to know that you’re my girl, but I didn’t want to deprive my bros of the view.”

I’m his girl. I’m his girl. I’m his girl. I knew I’d spend hours replaying those exact words in my head on a loop.

I pulled him close as we walked the few steps to the door. He leaned down and gave me a big kiss on the lips. I breathed in another hit of his intoxicating scent. Even freshly showered, it was still there.

Knox stepped on something. He reached down and picked up two pieces of paper. He opened each one up and reacted to them with a sly grin.

“You’re going to be a busy girl. I already have two requests from guys who were in the bathroom. Won’t be long before the word spreads, too.”

I wondered if he’d be there when those random guys were fucking my throat and working my pussy. I considered asking him to supervise… at least for the first few times. It seemed like something a guy should do for his girl.

Knox opened the door, and I took a step into the hallway. I glanced back at him – all six-foot-five, two hundred pounds of him. He is a real man. He is perfect. And, even if I’d never have believed it before today, he wants me.

“Come by my room at six,” he said. “I’m going to want to use that throat again before dinner. And I’ll let you know when you’ll be helping out Amir and Diego.”

I nodded enthusiastically; my throat grew warmer from the recent memory of his cock ramming inside of it. He gave me one last wink before shutting the door.

I walked the few steps to my room; there was nobody in the hallway. Doesn’t life always seem to work that way?

I knocked on the door; I could hear Chad moving inside. The door opened in front of me.

“Dude, what the…?”

I slid past him into the open space with two twin beds against the walls. He stayed standing in the same spot, but followed me with his eyes. He was undoubtedly trying to make sense of what he was seeing. I’d never even let him see me shirtless, let alone naked from the waist down.

I walked towards my dresser to grab some pajama bottoms. I rummaged through the various plaid patterns.

“Property of Knox?” Chad announced rather quizzically.

Property of…? Oh! I reached behind me and rubbed my new tramp stamp. I could already picture Knox touching it up each time the permanent marker ink began to fade.

“Yeah, I’m Knox’s girl now.”

“What?” Chad said with a feigned laugh, like he thought I’d been telling a joke.

“I’m Knox’s girl,” I repeated, as if it were as obvious as saying ‘water is wet.’

I tossed on some bottoms and flung myself onto my twin-sized bed. I hadn’t changed into the crop top that Knox had dressed me in. I kept catching notes of his smell wafting up from the fabric.

Chad was still gawking at me, waiting for further clarification, but I was too exhausted to try to explain anything. I was still trying to figure things out for myself. I pulled a pillow over my head to block out a beam of sunlight shining through a gap in the curtains.

I knew I wouldn’t be attending my classes that day. I would be beyond distracted; the aching in my hole would keep pushing memories of Daddy claiming it as his property to the forefront of my mind.

Chad shuffled around the room. I half-listened to him while I let myself succumb to exhaustion. He finally zipped up his backpack and left. As I became sleepier, the questions started to drift into my mind.

What exactly happened last night? Did I want it to happen? Had I been sending signals to Knox, or was it just my micro dick that had let him know I was born to be of service to alpha men? Why do I feel so excited that he claimed me as his? Shouldn’t I feel ashamed that everyone will know about what happened? Shouldn’t I be freaking out about the video Jordan took of me? Why do I wish I were sleeping in Knox’s bed right now, with his huge arm wrapped around me? Do I actually feel excited thinking about how I’m going to be the on-call bitch for all the guys in the dorm?

I would barely start thinking of an answer to one question before another would derail the process. I did, however, know that even the very questions were turning me on. My clit was tingling and had filled with blood again.

I rolled over onto my belly and fell asleep thinking about Knox’s fingers tickling my magic spot while he’d made me squirt.

I woke several hours later to the sound of Chad coming back into the room. I tried to ignore it, but he was loudly opening and shutting various drawers. He must have been able to tell he’d woken me, even though I still had my eyes closed.

“I think you left this outside the door,” he said.

I forced myself to look, even though part of me wanted more sleep. He was holding my tote bag in his hand; my towel was spilling out from inside.

Hadn’t he had it all along? I’d assumed that he’d thought I was pissed about the prank when I’d ignored him, so he was waiting until I wasn’t as mad to give me my stuff back. Obviously, that wasn’t the case.

Chad walked over and put the tote on my bed. There was a folded piece of notebook paper wedged inside. I pulled it out and opened it up.

‘Hope you got some rest, baby girl. I already got three more requests for you from guys on the floor. You’re going to have an eventful night.’

He had my clothes and towel all along! He took them and pretended that Chad had stolen them. I guessed he must have stashed them in one of the unused lockers.

I told myself I should be angry – no, furious – but I wasn’t. Daddy had known what he was doing. He’d seen something within me and gone out of his way to set up a situation that would teach me about myself. He’d taught me that I was meant to be his girl.

I’m his girl. I’m his girl. I’m his girl. It was the mantra repeating in my mind as I pulled the pillow back over my head in hopes of at least one more hour of sleep.

 

The End.

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