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Biggest Dick In My Dorm

Chapter 8: Harem Orgy

Taylor stayed just inside the door with his hood up and the laptop bag still across his chest, scrolling on his phone. I didn't pull out of Eli. I pushed myself upright behind him and stayed there, both hands on his hips, most of my dick still in him, the small plug still in me. He stayed face-down in his own mess with his cheek to the wall, breathing.

"What are you actually typing," I said.

He read it out loud. "The dick king's room. Right now. He's fucking his roommate. Everyone come."

I rolled my hips once, slowly, while he was looking. Eli grunted into the mattress, and the plug shifted in me and pressed forward into that spot, and I had to stop with my mouth open.

Taylor watched it happen. He didn't say anything about it. He put the phone back in his hoodie pocket, hooked the leg of my desk chair with his foot, and dragged it out from under the desk.

Owen got to the door so fast that it was like he had been sitting in his room already, dressed and waiting.

He got two steps in and saw what I was doing and stopped so hard that Deshawn walked into his back.

"Oh," Owen said.

Deshawn came around him in a shirt he'd thrown on inside out, the seams and the tag sitting on the outside of his shoulder, and he crossed the carpet to the far end of the room and put his back flat against the wall.

Mike came last, swearing before he was all the way through the doorway.

"It's not gay," he said. "It's not gay. You have to have respect for the master cock."

And then he looked up at me.

Nobody sat. Four guys arranged themselves around the small dorm room built for two, each finding a piece of wall or a corner of desk to stand and lean at. Owen stayed where he'd stopped with his hands hanging.

I stayed kneeling over Eli, moving slowly inside him.

"Bro," Deshawn said from the wall. "Bro, he's got something in his ass."

Owen tried looking at the wall over my head. Then he looked anyway, and kept looking, and his ears reddened.

"Isn't it great," Taylor said from the chair.

Eli didn't lift his head. He stayed face-down with his arms folded under him and his cheek to the wall, and his back rose and fell slowly.

"Is he okay?" Mike said.

"He's fantastic," I said.

Owen laughed once, too loud, and stopped.

I pulled out of Eli slowly, in front of all of them, and it was wet and it was loud, and nobody in that room knew where to look.

I got off the mattress onto the strip of carpet between the beds and stood up, hard, shining, and turned toward the desk for the lube, and I heard Deshawn's shoulder blades scrape the cinderblock when the base of the plug came into view.

Owen groaned quietly.

"Oh my God," Mike said, hushed.

Eli rolled onto his side and pulled his knees up, red from the chest all the way to his hairline. I put my hand in his hair on the way past, and all four of them watched me do it.

Four guys got quiet in a room because I stood up off a bed. My powers among this group had reached a peak.

I stood on the carpet with the bottle in my hand. Eli was on the near bed behind me. Taylor had the desk chair at the head of the room. The other three were clustered down at the door end with a few feet of floor between us.

Taylor spun the chair to face the room and sat down, leaned back, and put his ankle up on his knee. He finally took the laptop bag off over his head and set it on the floor beside him, hood still up.

"Owen," he said. "You've been knighted. You go first."

"Why does he go first," Mike said.

"Deshawn, watch how he does it wrong."

Owen said something about how he'd literally been the one who called it first, back at the party, and Mike didn't argue with him. Taylor sat there with his ankle on his knee and waited, and Owen crossed the carpet and went down on his knees in front of me.

He got both fists on it the same wrong way he always did, and then he got his mouth on the head, and Taylor started talking from the chair.

"Too much hand."

Owen's shoulders tightened but he kept going.

"Slower," Taylor said.

Owen slowed down. Everything about it changed at once, his mouth dragging long and wet down the shaft instead of bobbing at the top of it.

"Breathe out when you take it."

Owen breathed out and sank further, and then he stayed down there.

"There it is," Taylor said.

Owen came off to breathe and looked over at the chair, and Taylor nodded at him, and he took it back in deeper than before.

Owen was working me over with both hands and his whole face, and I was harder for Taylor, the guy in the chair who wasn't touching me.

Mike didn't wait for his turn. He came down onto his knees next to Owen and got both hands on the base.

"I told Ashley," he said. "Before I came down here. I told her what this was and she said it was okay. She said that. If it's you."

"You texted your girlfriend."

"I called her." He was talking into it. "She said fine."

Deshawn came off the wall and got down on the carpet on the other side of Owen, and his version was worse.

"I asked my girl too," he said. "Like actually asked. She said she'd rather I did it than sit around lying about wanting to."

Nobody said anything to that.

Owen didn't have a girlfriend and everybody in the room knew it. He ducked his head back down.

"Knight duties," he said into the shaft.

Owen had the head and Mike shouldered in beside him and got his mouth down on the base, and then Deshawn was in there too, three faces crowded around my cock. One tongue was on my balls. Another dragged up the side of the shaft from underneath, long and flat.

"Switch," Taylor said.

They rotated without coming off me. Owen gave the head up to Deshawn and put his mouth on my balls, and Mike came up the underside and took over the shaft, and there was never a second of open air on me. Taylor called it again whenever a jaw started giving out, and he caught it before I did every time.

I ran my hands through their hair, admiring my little harem of dudes. I wasn't really directing any of it, just letting Taylor do his thing while I got worshiped. I felt like if I was a king, he had become my queen. I stood on my own carpet while three guys traded my dick between them, wet noise filling the room, and I had to put a hand flat on the wall beside the desk to keep my balance.

"Good," Taylor said. "Just like that."

None of them stopped.

Eli's mattress creaked behind me, and when I glanced back he had come up onto his knees at the edge of it, watching, waiting for his turn.

I took my hand off the wall, got the lube open against my hip, and poured some into my palm with the three of them still working the front of me. I set the bottle on the desk. Owen was in the middle, bent the lowest, his mouth on my balls, and I reached over his back and put my lubed hand down inside the back of his shorts. His knees slid apart on the carpet, and the front of his shorts was already tenting off his thigh.

I worked a finger into him slowly and he groaned into my balls, and I felt it up in my hips. His forehead pressed into the crease of my thigh for a second, and then his mouth closed back over me.

Mike had the shaft, and he kept talking into it. "Wait, wait. Okay. Hold on." I got my free hand on his waistband and he lifted his knees off the carpet one at a time to help me work his shorts down to his thighs, saying "okay, okay, okay," and then he shut up and stayed shut up. I picked the bottle back up off the desk and poured it right down the back of him, and he flinched at the cold without coming off me.

Deshawn turned himself sideways on the carpet and got his own shorts down without being asked. Nobody said anything about that either.

Three of them knelt in a row with their faces still working and my hands slick and busy behind them.

Taylor stayed in the chair. I didn't reach for him and I didn't ask.

Mike said it into my hip, all in one breath.

"Do it. Do it for real. I want to know."

I pulled my hand back and got the lube, and he turned around on his knees facing the far bed and put his forehead down on his forearms with his ass up and his shorts still at his thighs.

I knelt behind him on the strip of carpet with one hand flat on the small of his back and got the head against him.

Every muscle in his back locked up under my palm.

"Wait," he said.

I stopped.

"Wait." Then, faster: "I can't. I can't, I'm sorry, I thought I could."

I sat back on my heels and took my hand off him. He stayed face-down on his forearms for a couple seconds before he got his knees under him and sat up, red to the ears, pulling his shorts up, not looking at anybody.

Deshawn didn't say anything.

Owen did.

"I'll do it."

He pushed his hair back off his forehead with the heel of his hand while he said it, and he was turning himself away from me before Mike had his shorts all the way up.

He planted his knees and shoved his own shorts down just far enough to clear his pale, almost pink ass. He kept his shirt on.

"Take your time with him," Taylor said.

I knelt behind him and worked him open slowly, a lot of lube, one finger and then two, and he held himself up on braced arms and breathed carefully through his mouth and did not quit.

Then I found a use for Mike. I reached back with my free hand, got a fistful of his hair, and pulled his face toward my ass. He didn't negotiate any of it. He gripped the base of the plug and worked it out of me slowly, the widest part stretching me open on its way out, and I heard it drop onto the carpet behind us. Then his tongue pushed in where it had been, deep, both hands coming up to spread me apart, and I watched him over my shoulder as he shifted on his knees to shove his own shorts back down, pulling his dick out, already hard again, his fist pumping himself while his face stayed pressed into me. 

His tongue in me while my fingers were inside Owen made my thighs shake. Eli came down off the bed and ran his hands over my chest and my stomach and my shoulders from the side, just touching me.

And then Taylor got out of the chair and crouched on the carpet beside. He put his hand on my jaw, kissing me quickly, tongue and all.

Four guys were on me at once from four directions.

It was the best moment of my whole life and I knew it right then, kneeling on the carpet with lube on my hands.

"Eli," Taylor said into my mouth. "Come."

Eli was already moving.

I pulled my fingers out of Owen and pulled him up off the carpet and guided his body until he was face-down on the bare mattress. Eli scrambled over beside him and crouched on the vinyl, cheek down, ass up, begging for more of my cock, the two of them side by side. I knelt behind Owen with one knee on the vinyl and one foot still on the carpet, and I gently pushed into him. He was tight and hot and he groaned into the mattress, and I fed him just the head of it slowly and held still while his back heaved. Then I pulled out and shifted over and sank into Eli, still loose from earlier, all of it in one push, and I started trading between them, a few strokes in one and then the other, two holes lined up for one dick. 

Taylor pressed his body against my side, his boner touching my hip, and kissed my chest, my shoulder, the side of my neck, his hand rubbing my back and my ass, and when I turned my head his hand came back up to my jaw and we were making out again while I kept switching my cock between the two hungry boys in front of me. 

Wet claps filled the room again, and soon I was getting eaten out by both Mike and Deshawn back and forth, two greedy tongues trying to please me, while Eli's high, boyish noises went straight into the mattress, a whole handful of guys pushing the limits of their sexualities for me. Taylor even helped fingering whoever I wasn't fucking. 

"Oh my God," Mike said into my ass.

Everybody's hands were busy by then. Owen had a fist pumping under himself while I fucked him, Mike was stroking himself with his face still buried in my ass, and when Deshawn shouldered in to take his turn on my hole I could hear his hand slapping away in his own lap. I traded again, out of Owen and back into Eli, and Eli whined against the vinyl, and Taylor caught my jaw and turned my head and kissed me harder, his teeth catching my bottom lip.

Two tongues took turns on my hole. Two asses lined up in front of me. It built from every direction at once, my hole and my dick and my mouth all being worked at the same time, and I felt it start low in the backs of my legs the same way it had that first night with Eli, except bigger, fed from multiple places. 

"I'm gonna cum," I said into Taylor's mouth.

"Then cum," he said.

I gave Eli three more hard strokes and pulled out, and Taylor gripped me by the base. The first blast shot across Eli's raised ass and spotted Owen's right butt cheek as well, thick and white on the pale butts. The second one caught Owen beside him, splattering up the small of his back. 

Mid-orgasm, I turned on my knees, still pulsing, and striped Deshawn across the nose and cheek, and Mike lifted his face right into the last two ropes with his mouth open, and that set them both off. Deshawn grunted and squirted onto the carpet between his knees. Mike finished into his own fist with my cum still hanging off his eyebrow.

Owen came last. He stayed exactly where I'd left him, ass up, face down, his arm working under himself, and when he seized he reached back blindly and grabbed my dick and squeezed it in his fist while he shot onto the mattress, gripping me the whole time as he emptied out his balls.

For a second, the room was just five guys breathing.

Owen sat back on his heels and rubbed his ass with one hand, wincing, grinning down at the mess he'd made. Shorts came back up. I grabbed a towel off my closet hook and it made the rounds. 

Eli didn't move for any of it. He reached one arm out, dragged a pillow toward himself, tucked it under his cheek, and curled up on the bare vinyl facing the wall, knees pulled in, his little body bare and striped with my load, already most of the way asleep.

I picked the comforter up off the floor and threw it over him.

Owen left first, walking carefully. Mike and Deshawn followed him out, and Mike stopped in the doorway and opened his mouth, and Taylor said, "Goodnight, Mike," and he shut it and left.

Taylor didn't leave. He stretched out on my bed with his hood finally down, and I lay down against him with my leg over his, and we made out lazily, with no audience, his hand drifting on my chest while Eli breathed slowly against the wall in the other bed.

In a few minutes I was hard again, pressing into his hip.

"Of course you're not done yet," he said.

I grabbed his ass, pressing our hard dicks together. 

"Neither are you."