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Biggest Dick In My Dorm

Chapter 7: King Of Ass

I woke up before Eli did, hard, tenting my boxers straight up off my stomach, and I lay there for a minute with my pulse beating in my dick. I had dreams of titties and butts swimming through my mind all night, and I felt like I was the horniest I had ever been, like a piece of heaven was wrapped around my body, demanding that I fuck something again. 

The comforter little Eli had yanked off the night before was still heaped on the carpet between our beds. His plug sat on my desk on top of a bookstore receipt where I'd put it after I pulled it out of him, and it had left a small wet ring on the paper.

I sat up, swung my legs over, and stood on the two feet of carpet between us.

He was asleep on his stripped mattress on his side, face turned toward the edge, cheek flat on the vinyl and his mouth open a little. One arm was tucked under him and the other lay out along his hip. His hair was flattened on one side. The vinyl had pressed a red crease across his cheekbone. He'd fallen asleep naked and hadn't moved once. Tuckered out, I thought as I gazed upon my new little fuck toy.

There was a whole floor of guys who acted like my cock was their play thing, all of them lining up for two minutes with it whenever the chance arose. And this kid slept three feet away from it in a room he paid for.

I hooked my thumb in my waistband and pulled it down under my balls and let the whole thing swing out, heavy and stiff and angled up. I stepped in until my shins touched his bed frame, bent my knees, and laid it across his face.

It went from his jaw up over his cheek, the head pushing into his messy hair, my balls sitting on his chin. He was warm underneath it. His breath came out against the underside of my shaft, giving me warm feelings. I hadn't even pissed yet and I was about to stick my dick into a guy again.

His mouth opened before his eyes did, lips coming apart under my balls, chin tipping up to lick me instinctively. It must have been the smell of cock. He was still close enough to asleep that he was acting on reflex, hunting for the male presence touching him. I pulled back and dragged the head down across his cheek to his mouth and pushed it against his bottom lip, and he opened wider and took the head in and closed around it, and then his eyes came open.

They widened. He didn't pull off.

"Morning," I said.

I could feel the small grunt he made around my girth as it caressed his tongue. I put my hand on the side of his head, fingers into his flattened hair, held him where he was, and pushed forward, sliding into his mouth from the side while he lay there on the vinyl.

I fucked his face firmly. Not gently and not cruelly, just steadily, my hips rolling forward and back, my morning boner sinking into the wet heat of his slightly-too-small mouth. That first stretch of the morning is a different kind of hard, everything tight and aching from the inside, and every push in relieved some of the pressure that had built up in my sleep. My balls rubbed against his neck, and his eyes opened intermittently to look up at me while his cheek slid on the mattress.

He gagged twice. His hand came up and grabbed my thigh, not to push me off, just to hold on, and his fingers dug in above my knee.

"Good boy," I said.

I felt him swallow around it. His whole throat worked and it squeezed the head and I had to stop moving for a second with my thigh muscles shaking under his hand.

I gave it another minute, longer strokes, pushing into his throat when I could, watching his lips stretch and his eyes water and the red crease on his cheek turn pink from the pressure of my hips. Then I pulled out, all the way out, wet and shining and jutting into the air over his face, and he coughed and wiped his chin with the back of his wrist.

"I just want to serve you, king," he said.

His voice was already destroyed.

I put one knee up on the edge of his mattress and swung the other one over his head, turning myself around so I was facing the cinderblock wall, straddling his face, and sat my pale ass down on it.

He grunted, and then his hands came up onto the backs of my thighs, and his mouth opened under me. He knew what to do.

His tongue went right in.

Nobody had ever done that to me, not a finger, not anything. I got my palms flat on his body in front of me, and my back arched as my mouth fell open. He worked me open with his tongue, pushing at the middle of me and then flattening out and dragging up, and every pass shot a pleasant feeling up my spine that shut my brain off in stages. He hummed while he did it and started groping my butt cheeks. I could feel the vibration in my hips.

My cock hung down over his chest, tapping his sternum every time my hips rocked. My balls spread flat from his chin to his collar bone. His nose was pressed into me and his hands slid up and down, caressing me pulling my cheeks apart so he could get further in, and I sank down more onto his face, feeling the strange, warm wetness press into me.

I could feel the submission in his tongue directly. He was serving me exactly how I demanded, working up into my ass with his whole face while I sat on him and held on for balance, and I ground down onto him and heard the sounds he made underneath me and my dick jumped and slapped his chest wetly.

"Fuck," I said. "Fuck. Okay."

He kept going. He got his tongue actually deep inside me, and I felt myself open around it, and my thighs locked up and I had to lift onto my knees an inch to keep from finishing right there onto his chest.

I climbed off him and sat back on my heels between his knees on the bare mattress. His chin was wet all the way down to his throat and his hair stood up in every direction. He lay there, breathing hard, his own dick hard and flat against his stomach.

"That was," I said, and then I didn't have the rest of the sentence.

"I've always wanted to do that. Eat an alpha jock's ass."

I was still throbbing, with a wet ass. "This must be a violation of the roommate agreement."

"I don't think we signed one."

"Can I ask you something," I said.

"Yeah."

"What does it actually feel like. Walking around with that thing in all day."

He turned his head on the vinyl and looked at me, chin still shining.

"Mostly you stop noticing. Then you sit down or you take stairs and it moves and you notice again. It's really good. It's like edging. It makes me horny all day."

"That sounds annoying though."

"It's not." He thought about it for a second. "It feels like being ready to fuck at any point."

My dick jumped visibly on its own, and a bead came up out of the slit and hung there.

He got off the bed. His ears started reddening on his way across the room, which I could see from the back of his neck, and he crouched at his desk and came back holding the small plug in one hand and the lube in the other, both held up in front of his chest.

He stopped at the side of the mattress and didn't do anything.

"Can I," he said.

That was the whole request, exactly like when he'd asked to see my dick the day before, quietly.

I came back and lay down on his bare mattress on my back with my knees up and my feet flat on the vinyl. The plastic was cold under my shoulder blades.

He knelt beside my hip, facing me. He put the plug down on my stomach for a second while he worked the lube between his fingers to warm it up, which I noticed and appreciated, and then he picked it back up.

"Tell me if it's bad," he said.

He got his slick hand between my legs and pressed the pads of two fingers against me and held them there, not moving, letting me feel it. Then he circled once. My whole stomach clenched and my heels slid out on the vinyl.

"Okay?"

"Yeah."

He pushed one finger in slowly, up to the second knuckle, and stopped and looked at my face. He was watching my face, not what he was doing, and when my breath caught he pulled back a fraction and said "sorry" out loud.

"No," I said, holding my breath, "Just do it."

His other hand wrapped around my cock. He stroked me with a loose grip, slick, all the way from the base up over the head and back down, in time with the finger, and the two things together short-circuited something. My hips came up off the mattress on their own.

He worked the finger in and out and then added a second one, going slower again, checking me between every push. His face was serious.

Then the plug went in. I felt the tip of it, cool and blunt, replace his fingers, and he pushed it in gradually, a little at a time, letting me open around the widest part.

"Breathe out," he said.

I breathed out and the widest part went through me and my whole body seized off the mattress, spine arching, a sound coming out of my throat that I have never made before, and then it was in and my body clamped down around the neck of it and it settled.

I lay there on my back on the vinyl with my knees up and something inside me and this skinny kid kneeling by my hip with one hand still moving on my cock, a smaller guy working my hole with his hands, and it felt weirdly good. We had discovered one more way to worship me, another angle. 

I was leaking. My cock lay up my stomach in his fist with a thin line running down onto my abs.

"You're leaking a lot," he said.

"I know."

He wiped the stream off my stomach with two fingers and put them in his own mouth. Then he took his hand off my dick entirely and put both palms on my raised knees and held them there, and inside me the plug shifted with my breathing, exactly like he'd described it, moving when I moved.

"Turn around," I said.

He got up off his knees fast without me having to say the rest, dropping his chest down and arching his back, his ass coming up, his face turned sideways on the mattress, his forearms braced flat by his shoulders. His round little ass sat up off his thighs, right where I needed it to be. 

"King of my ass," he said into the mattress.

I knelt up behind him with my knees outside his and my hands on his hips, and the plug moved in me when I shifted my weight, pressing forward against something that weakened my thighs.

I got the lube and slicked myself up and put the head against him, quickly pushing in.

He was basically still loose from the night before. He took the first half in one slow slide and made a broken sound, and I got my hands on his hips and started fucking him.

Every thrust forward, the plug drove back into me. I didn't know it would do that, but I loved it. 

"This plug thing feels awesome," I said. He didn't respond, just breathing through my thrusts.

I'd push into him and the whole thing would shift and press up inside me, and I'd get his heat on my dick and that pressure inside at the same time, both directions at once, and I lost my rhythm repeatedly because my legs kept shaking.

"Oh my God," I said.

His hands scrabbled at the vinyl mattress. He pushed back into me on every stroke, his cheeks bouncing against my hips, wet claps filling up the room.

I leaned forward over his back, my chest against his shoulder blades, and got my mouth down by his ear.

"I'm so full right now," I said into it. "I've got it in me while I'm doing you. I feel it every time I push into you."

His head turned further and his mouth opened against the mattress.

"So now you know what it's like for me," he said.

I stopped moving.

I stayed there over his back with my hips flush against him and everything inside me pressing into internal buttons, my mouth still open by his ear.

I planted a hand flat between his shoulder blades and fucked him more, even harder than I had the night before, driving in with my hips slapping the backs of his thighs, his little cheeks wiggling as I pounded harder, the plug wiggling around inside me on every stroke.

He was making noise into the mattress on every thrust, high-pitched and cracked and boyish, and his hands were clawing at the edge of the bed, his whole body starting to tighten under my palm.

"I'm gonna," he said. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm not even touching it, I'm gonna."

He seized up. His back locked and his shoulders bunched up under my chest and his hole clamped down on me so hard I almost stopped thrusting. He squirted onto the vinyl underneath himself in pulses I felt through his whole body, groaning into the mattress with his eyes shut and his fists white on the mattress edge.

And the door swung open.

Taylor stood in the doorframe with his hood up and his laptop bag across his chest, one hand still on the knob.

"You guys make a lot of noise," he said.

Eli didn't move his body. He stayed in his own mess, breathing, and turned his face further into the mattress.

I held still as well, wondering what Taylor wanted to do. I saw his eyes travel down my body, looking at my open ass, the black silicone circle in my hole.

"Now we're talking," he said.

I stayed there, my body lying over my diminutive little roommate and let him look at it.

He let the door close behind him and got his phone out of the front pocket of his hoodie, thumbing at the screen, not looking up at either of us.

"What are you doing," I said.

"I'm gonna tell the rest of the harem to come."