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Pimped Out At College (Part 6)
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“Take off your clothes, will you?" Brandon asked, when we arrived the following evening. He was already shirtless, and the floppy bulge in his shorts told me that he wasn't wearing underwear, either. I undressed, which was strange considering that the previous night he wanted me to be as feminine as possible. Now I stood in his dorm room with my hard cock on show. He glimpsed at it as though the sight made him question his entire life, and led me toward his bed. "Do you know Reece Burnley?" He asked, slipping his shorts down to reveal his beautiful cock. I shook my head. "Good" he nodded, and guided me to my knees as he sat down on the mattress and fed me his cock. There was something incredibly arousing about being treated like a Fleshlight. There I was with my mouth wrapped around Brandon Hawthorne's fat cock, and he began scrolling through his phone like Hunter. A few moments later, he put it to his ear. "Yeah, he's here now, come on over". Just like yesterday, Brand
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Between sucking random college students off and studying for the mountain load of exams that were barrelling toward me, I had very little time to do anything else. After almost two weeks, I had the sudden realisation that my own balls hadn't been emptied since this whole thing began. Hunter stood at the end of my bed naked. He'd become so comfortable with me, that there was absolutely nothing off limits anymore. Naturally, I wasn't one bit upset about that, but as I lay there and he sprayed deodorant under his muscular arms, whilst his cock hung out like a trunk, I found myself ferociously aroused. "I think I need to jerk off" I finally admitted, because it was the first day since it started that I didn't have any clients. "Knock yourself out" Hunter grinned, but rather than stay and help me, which I knew he'd never do, anyway, the handsome heartthrob got dressed and bid me farewell as he headed for practice. Wasting no time, I found a pair of his recently used boxer briefs an
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“What's up with you?" Hunter's entire body was soaked in sweat. The grey beater was stuck to his muscular frame and drenched in the heavenly scented fluid, and even his shorts looked damp. It did absolutely nothing for my pin hard erection. "Nothing" I lied, because the truth was, I'd never been as horny in my entire life, and every second that went by was making me even hornier. "Are you sure?" He asked, peeling the wet shirt over his head and balling it up between his strong hands. I could see by the swelling of his muscles that he'd worked hard today. "I'm sure" I smiled, and he nodded. "Good, because you've got a date". "A date?" "Well, a date with some dick" he chuckled, and stripped his shorts off, standing now, in only a pair of white briefs. His long rod bent down between his legs and my one throbbed harder. "With who?". "Leon Michaels" he grinned, and my eyes widened. "No way". "Yes way, and he wants a full service". A full service was Hunter's way of
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Hunter watched me for a moment. His perfect eyes narrowed slightly, and my heart pounded frantically. Had I *really* just admitted my feelings to him? My body felt numb as I stood there, still holding his muscular arm. What if I'd ruined everything? I felt stupid, until he smiled at me. "Maybe we should get to work on that app, huh?" He said, and messed up my hair. I watched as he walked across the bedroom and peeled his t-shirt off. What the actual fuck had just happened? I'd finally blurted out my secret attraction toward him, and he was acting like I'd just asked him what fucking time it was?! I shook my head as he undressed, but how could I say another word? "What do you wanna call it?" He asked, crawling onto his bed in just his boxer briefs, and giving me yet *another* perfect view of his perfect *fucking* ass. "No idea" I mumbled, and excused myself into the bathroom. I'd made a fool of myself. I stared at the reflection in the mirror and wanted to punch it. Why had I
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“Are you sure about this?" I asked, as the two of us stared at the phone screen. "It's not very *discreet*, is it?" We both turned our heads like confused puppies. The logo was quite striking, if by striking, one expected to see a clipart of a man on his knees and a cock spewing sperm onto his face with the bold words "Cum & Go" beneath it. "I like it" he shrugged, "it sends a message". "Some message" I laughed, and lay back on the bed. The app didn't take long to create. It was relatively basic and required only the users name which didn't have to be real, anyway. After that, they could simply book a slot and pay a reduced fee of twenty dollars through the app to get blown. Considering that it had now been *weeks* since my last orgasm, I was quite happy to take every single load that was given to me, and that was made only more severe in my lectures with Matt. I'd decided that slipping out of my underwear before every lecture was becoming a bit of a chore, so instead, I stopped
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My fingers trailed down each individual pack of muscle as I moved closer and closer to his underwear. My cock, which was now so hard that I was sure it would explode, began to drool thick pre-cum onto my stomach, and when I finally reached his waistband and began to pull down, a knock sounded on the door. "You're kidding me" Hunter groaned, and grabbed his phone. "You've been booked again". "Fuck" I gasped, and felt like crying as he rubbed his face. "Just ignore it". "He paid" he said, and I could see the frustration in his eyes. "We'll go again when he's gone". A young looking guy walked in a moment later wearing the same mask that Matt had worn. The excitement that I'd felt for my first customer was dead in the water now that I knew that it could have been Hunter shoving his thick cock into my mouth. Regardless, I sucked the meat between my lips and got to work. The guy didn't give much away. He simply stood at the edge of the bed, thrusting lazily as I gagged, and occasi
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He opened the door naked. His meaty cock was already half hard as he ushered us inside, and having already had a taste of Leon's tool, my own one became instantly stiff. He was a very handsome young man, and I felt somewhat honoured to own the mouth that he wanted to cum in. Hunter sat down and pulled out his phone, just like he always did. I could see him looking at the outline of my erection, and he smiled as Leon crawled onto his bed and presented me with his cock. "Don't use your hands" he told me, "just your throat". Hungrily, I nestled in between his muscular legs and inhaled the warm, ripe scent of his junk. It made my head spin, and seconds later, I was sliding my lips and tongue down his shaft, and he began to breathe heavily. Sucking cock was now my favourite thing in the world. The taste, the feeling, the pre-cum, and of course, the delicious treat at the end. But there was something even more fascinating about it, too. I felt powerful when I had a cock in my mout
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College is a strange place. Suddenly high school feels like a distant memory, and things that seemed normal back then are completely flipped upside down. You're on your own for the first time in your life. You're befriending people who you wouldn't normally even speak to, and you're stuffed into a small room with a total stranger and expected to simply get on with it. I can't say it was the easiest of transitions for me. I was a timid eighteen-year-old with the social skills of a lampshade, and I'd spent the majority of my life harbouring the dirty little secret of my sexuality. There had never in my life been a time where I felt comfortable enough to share the fact that I was gay. My parents were extremely religious, I'd grown up surrounded by the cruel, nasty jokes from boys in school, and my hometown was stuck somewhere between the 1800s and 1900s. It was something that I had buried long ago, and it was going to take a very large shovel to dig it up. Then I met my roommate Troy,
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