The Guys in My Girlfriend’s Dorm - Part 6 (Patreon)

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Throwback! To celebrate a full year of sharing my stories with you guys, I wanted to go back and provide a finale to the first story I ever published! To those of you who have stuck it out this long, here is the long awaited finale to “The Guys in My Girlfriend’s Dorm”!

Chapter 6: New Life Skills

She broke up with me three weeks later.

Not because of the showers. Not because of Derek. Not because of Peyton.

She said, “I think we’re both growing in different directions.”

Which was funny, because I knew exactly what direction I’d been growing. But I didn't even think about her when she said it, I just thought about her dorm. 

After a week of waiting, I finally went back to visit. Not to see her, but the guys down the hall. She wasn't going to stop me from doing that. It was just going to be weird seeing her while I was showing up to get my body serviced by those alphas I had learned to love.

For them.

The first time I went back after the breakup, I almost turned around when I saw her at the end of the hall. She looked smaller somehow. Or maybe I just felt bigger. Not physically. Just different.

She saw me and flashed me a tight smile.

“You here for...?” she asked.

I nodded.

She laughed softly. “Have fun.”

There wasn’t jealousy in her voice. Just understanding. Almost support actually.

I stepped past her and knocked on Derek’s door.

He opened it shirtless, his curly hair messy and dripping a little, towel around his waist like he had just showered.

“Well look who crawled back,” he said, his pale face forming a cocky smirk.

“I didn’t crawl,” I replied. "But I can if you want."

He raised an eyebrow.

Peyton’s voice came from inside. “Let him in.”

I walked in.

No girlfriend buffer. No excuse. No more pretending it was just an experiment with these guys. I didn't know if it would last forever, but it was a lifestyle at this point. Something I needed to get through the day. Something I didn't see myself going without.

Just me.

Just them.

The room smelled distinctly male, like my own room except with a specific jock aroma. Some extra amount of testosterone flowing through their balls provided the smell of sweet, masculine sweat that a typical guy just didn't have. It was sweat baked into the walls of the room. Even the scent of body spray in the room didn't cover it up, didn’t hide the bodies underneath.

Derek tossed the towel onto his desk chair, letting his big cock free, and stepped closer to me. Not touching me yet. Just standing close enough that I could feel the heat off his chest. I didn’t move.

“You miss it?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

Peyton leaned back on his bed, legs spread casually. “Miss what exactly?”

I looked between them.

“The way it feels,” I said. “Being a good boy. Being used.”

Silence.

Derek stepped behind me. I felt his fingers slide along my waistband. Not removing anything yet. Just hooking thumbs inside my waistband, and under my arms, testing my resolve a little bit, studying my energy.

“You still straight?” he asked quietly.

“I like girls.”

He stared at me, judging me, daring me to admit it.

“I like you guys.”

Peyton stood up slowly and walked toward me. He stopped a foot away.

“You don’t look confused anymore,” he said.

I wasn’t.

That was the difference.

The first night had been some fun and a little cock play. A bit of shock, and a worthwhile memory. Boredom mixed with curiosity leading to leaning into suggestion from dominant males.

Now it was different. I knew exactly why I was here.

Derek’s hands slid around my waist. His thumbs pressed into my lower stomach.

“You here to watch?” Peyton asked.

“No.”

“You here to kneel?”

My pulse jumped.

I dropped my backpack.

Then I stepped forward, closer.

Close enough that Peyton’s breath hit my face.

He reached down and palmed me through my jeans. Firm and slow.

“You get hard thinking about us?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

Derek stepped in closer behind me, chest against my back. I felt him hard through his shorts.

Peyton unbuttoned my jeans, reaching his hands inside to grope my ass. Derek reached from the other side, unzipping me. My pants and underwear fell to my ankles, and I felt Derek’s hard dick touching my ass from behind.

He slid his hand inside and wrapped around my shaft.

Pressure and warmth. Being touched by them. Feeling it all again. It was perfect.

I closed my eyes.

Derek guided me down with a hand on my shoulder.

I lowered myself to my knees.

The carpet scratched my skin slightly.

Peyton rested his hand on the back of my head.

“Look at me,” he said.

I did.

He studied my face, then looked at Derek like he was deciding something.

He nodded once.

Then another hand rested on my head. Derek and Peyton rubbed my hair in tandem for a moment before they pressed me forward onto Peyton’s big cock. I sucked it down, taking more than I should have, and throated him immediately.

I gagged and coughed. A week’s break had made me soft again.

They silently pushed me back onto him, working my mouth slowly until I reached a comfortable rhythm.

“Good little piggy,” Peyton said. “Right back where you left off.”

“Your girlfriend was right to dump you,” Derek said, crouching down behind me and poking me in the ass with his dick. “You belong to us.”

I felt nerves run through my body. It was strange for them to acknowledge it. But they were right. I had no business pretending I was all about the pussy when I could spend hours being stuffed on both ends by these two dudes. 

Derek pulled some lube out of nowhere and squirted it liberally onto my ass. I felt it drip down before he pressed his dick onto me, probing my hole.

He grabbed my hips and pressed in. He didn’t give me any time to warm up.

“You’re a good little fleshlight. Glad you came back.”

It was strange, but the praise made me feel whole again. It was something I had never had with my girlfriend. It only made sense that I would gravitate toward guys like these. I was choosing it.

At one point Derek pulled out of me and lifted me up. My legs were a bit numb from kneeling and taking it in the ass, but I did my best. He got impatient and turned me around himself, pressing me back onto Peyton’s bed.

“Little piggy wants some more?” he asked quietly.

“Yes.”

He jumped up and shoved into my mouth quickly, and I could taste my own body on him. My musk. It was yet another power play, and I liked it. Peyton took his turn on my ass as they continued to pound into me, shaking me. 

Pangs of pressure in my body turned to pleasure, and I did my best to sink into it, even if the positioning was difficult. I gagged, I coughed, I almost passed out from lack of oxygen, but they always kept me hanging on by a thread, kept me vulnerable. 

At some point, a blindfold was put on me. I lost my sense of time. It felt like what my life had become. I didn’t know which way was up or down, just that I was being used and feeling pleasure in my body. 

In the end, I had cum in my ass, presumably from both of them, and I had cum twice myself. 

One of them took the blindfold off me.

“Time to shower,” Peyton said. 

And once we got inside the public dorm hall shower, Derek headed for the toilet, but I followed him and stood beside it, dropping to my knees and staring at his crotch. He chuckled for a moment, and aimed at me instead.

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For the rest of freshman year, I came back to that dorm in Philly several times a week, never texting ahead of time, always welcomed by whichever of those guys was around. I was a play thing for them, a pleasant break from their normal routine of having sex with girls that required respect and decency. I was their guilty pleasure, giving them a hole to pound and a boy to dominate with no expectation of reciprocity or respect. 

My visits got less frequent when I started finding the right guys on my own campus, or rather, as they started to find me. I guess I just started putting out that vibe, maybe from how I looked at them when they walked by. Besides occasional flings at parties, I haven’t been with a girl since my one girlfriend. It’s better this way. I’m glad I found those guys.