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Chapter 4: A Toy For a King

I woke up in a daze, on my side facing Alex. He was facing me too. It took me a moment to even realize that my shorts were down at my ankles, and dried cum was all over me. The little hairs below my belly button were basically glued onto my skin, and a little crust around my face and neck made it feel like I was shedding. Alex’s face was calm, almost smiling. I could feel his breath hitting me rhythmically, his muscular body half uncovered, his big, pink nipples framed by the globes of his ample pectorals. 

I just turned over, facing away. He was too overstimulating for me this early in the morning. 

It was such a strange situation I had been dragged into. I felt like a little toy for Alex to play with. Whenever he got horny, he dragged me along with him and played with my body, giving me intense pleasure. I didn’t even know what he got out of it. He was a confirmed gooner. He enjoyed it when I got off, and he was disappointed when I didn’t. 

I just started to drift back to sleep when I felt him grab my ass. I didn’t say anything, just laid still. He knew I wasn’t really asleep, but I figured if he was just going to jerk away his morning wood and pretend my ass was a girl’s ass, I would let him. I can’t really explain my thoughts in times like these. 

Just as I expected, I heard him start to stroke himself. It was the telltale sound of skin rubbing skin, until his voluminous pre-cum started flowing as usual, and then it was a squishy male masturbation sound that every guy knows by instinct. 

His jerking picked up quickly, and I found my own morning wood aching as he kept playing with my ass. He turned on some porn on his phone, propping it up on his desk next to the bed. I could have looked if I wanted to, but I didn’t need it. I felt like this was a live version of the best porn I had ever seen. This was the closest thing to sex I had ever had, even if it was with a guy. Maybe it was even better that it was with a guy. It didn’t matter at this point. No girl I had ever pursued had made me feel the way Alex did. 

I would rather be a toy for him than a king to some piece of ass in a sorority. 

He suddenly pressed a wet thumb into my hole, and my whole body tensed. My eyes closed, and I reached for myself without even thinking about it. He pressed it in and out, fish-hooking my ass and roughly finding every angle he could. He literally moved my body around a little bit with his thumb like he was trying to find my G-spot. 

“Fuck,” I muttered without thinking about it. 

He responded with a grunt, totally in the zone and about to cum. I started moving my body back against him. I wanted him deeper inside me. When I leaned back further, I discovered his body was right behind me. I pressed into him, feeling his big dick as he stroked it, basically rubbing against my ass.

I started licking my lips. I could taste the remnants of what he did to my face the night before. It felt like all he did was cum. He was a boner and cum machine. His body was built for ejaculating as much as possible, without aim or care for consequences. Even after fucking a girl the day before, he wanted to goon with me. And now, first thing in the morning, my ass was his little finger toy. 

It was a mesmerizing thing, being a part of his rituals. It seemed like, without even meaning to do so, he had trained me to be his little sex toy. He didn’t fuck me, but whenever he wanted to get off, he utilized my body in some way. He wanted a gooner bro, and I was too submissive to control the flow of things in any way. 

I had already started to like the feeling of his fingers and thumbs in my ass, almost to the point where I didn’t want to cum without it. 

Alex groaned, and I sensed that he had reached that level that he always does, where he was about to take control of my body. But this time he escalated a bit. He moved me to the center of the bed, easily throwing me around like a rag doll. He put me face down and climbed on top of me. I felt his enormous hard-on as he leaned down, placing it up the middle of my ass, surrounded by my mounds of boy buns. He spit down onto himself, and rubbed up and down, leaning forward to put his face next to mine, almost cheek to cheek. His muscular torso pressed into my back, and I had no control over any of it as my hands gripped the sheets. He breathed into my ear, almost grunting, as he started to basically have his way with me. 

“Are you,” I started, but my mouth was dry. I could barely speak. I tried to swallow and gather control over my voice.

“Are you gonna fuck me?”

He just grunted in my ear, pressing his dick harder against me. I had no idea what that response meant, but I knew I basically wanted whatever he had to give me at that point. There was no reason to lean into inhibition when I had found the secret to true joy lay in his massive body overpowering mine and using it for his pleasure. 

I leaned back into him, trying to arch my back like the girls do in porn, encouraging him to do whatever he wanted with my body, and he just kept thrusting hard, and grunting sporadically. I was there to serve him. It was my greatest joy. The head of his dick pressed against my hole countless times as he kept pummeling my poor body with his masculine power. 

“Do it,” I grunted as I reached down to touch myself through the sparse spacing between my crotch and the bed. 

I held my dick tightly, pinned down by his body as I repeatedly squished against the mattress.

He put a hand on top of my head, pressing down. I couldn’t see anything. The world was cut off from me. The entire universe in that moment was just Alex, his muscular body, his big dick, and whatever he wanted to do in order to get off.

I felt him smack the big, wet head of his cock against my hole. He did it again, and I felt myself pucker and wince at the strength of the smacking. My ass was desperate for it, and he spit on it, the warm saliva literally falling into my ass as he pried me open with his thumbs. 

“You don’t have any hair,” he said in his low, zombie voice, his face inches from my gaping hole. 

I felt his breath on my ass. He was literally breathing directly into my body as he stretched my hole wider with his thumbs. I had become a flesh tube for him, anything he needed for me. All I wanted in the world was for him to fuck me.

“Your ass is a girl’s ass,” he grunted. “I can see the pink inside. Basically a pussy.”

I grunted, stroking myself hard now, but edging, never letting myself cum. I knew I couldn’t waste it before the magic happened.

He opened my hole wider, and let it close. It felt like he was turning my body into putty, molding it how he wanted it. He kept adding spit into it, making things run smoothly. 

Then I suddenly heard the squelching sound of a big cock getting stroked, and only one hand groping my ass. His thumb buried deep into my hole while his breath picked up. I let myself go, already so close to the edge that I knew I was going to cum as soon as he started fucking me. I was so close to the edge that my brain started to get impatient. 

“Fuck me, dude,” I groaned, burying my face hard into the pillow. “Just put it in, it’s ok.”

I felt the strangest mix of emotions when a hot streak of fluid landed across my ass, dripping into my gaping hole. His cum felt like an accomplishment, but it wasn’t inside me. He kept jerking off as he continued to cum onto my ass. He rubbed the head of himself around my mounds of boy butt and even across the hole itself, like he was carefully aiming his jizz in a way that made it drip toward the center, flowing into my body. 

When he dropped his cock, he held onto my ass, and pressed the rest of his load into my hole with his thumb. It was an amazing feeling, but I was desperate. I wanted him to fuck me. I couldn’t even explain it. I wasn’t just going with the motions anymore and taking whatever he wanted to give. The deviant portion of my soul that he had unlocked was running the show in my head. 

My forehead was sweaty, my cock was edged to hell, and I had an ass full of cum, but it wasn’t over yet, so I didn’t finish myself off. I melted down into the mattress. I knew he would be fucking me soon. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t fucked me yet. It just added a new layer to this game. I wouldn’t let myself cum until he literally fucked the cum out of me. Ironically, I almost came at the thought of that as I shifted down onto the blanket, letting my body finally rest again.

“Your cum is inside me,” I said in a low voice when he sat back onto his palms, letting my body drop. 

“Goon juice,” he said quietly, half smiling. Dazed with his post orgasm glow. “You’re the best goon bro.”

“For life,” I said, not really knowing what to say in the moment. 

“Cock bros for life,” he replied, raising his fist to me, with remnants of his cum still on it. 

I nodded, knocking his fist bump before letting my arm drop. I was exhausted. I had multiple loads on me from the previous twelve hours, and I felt like I had been fucked, even though I hadn’t.

He got up to shower, his floppy, drained cock and his muscular ass moving back and forth with his steps. I watched like it was slow motion. I had never withheld myself from orgasm before, but I was prepared to do it for this. I was excited like it was Christmas.

I just laid there for a bit, letting it all soak in, as the cum literally soaked into my ass. 

It felt like I was thinking about things, but actually, I was just thinking about nothing. My mind was blank. I had never felt so satisfied in my life, so free of worry. Nothing had materially changed in my life status, my academic or career goals, or really even my social circle except for meeting Alex, but somehow, I didn’t even recognize my own life anymore. Something was gone that had been there my whole life. Something bad. I wasn’t worried, I wasn’t waiting for something important to happen. I was truly comfortable in my own skin, perhaps for the first time ever, and it was all thanks to a shitty water main in an old dorm, and a thick gooner jock with an open mind. 

I closed my eyes one more time, ignoring the fact that I hadn’t cum yet. And I wasn’t even worried about class. I would still go, but I could sleep another few minutes before I had to get ready.