Shush!

by Regress Returner

請不要舉報我，我不想被禁止，我只是在這裡複製這些故事，因為我想離線閱讀。

There was always that sweltering summer day in June that was hotter than any other, but that day the heat was simply unbearable, most students on campus walking around with as little and loose clothing as possible, aided by the fact that there was a tournament being hosted for most sports teams, ensuring there was also a heavy number of shirtless young men walking around, sweating out their testosterone and showing off their hard-worked bodies.

Which meant that I had an entire library almost exclusively for myself, enjoying the cool air conditioning-induced atmosphere as I worked on my part for the History group project I had to do with my roommate, Ken, gathering notes from the books we were forced to consult as I typed on my laptop, since our teacher was vehemently opposed to any sort of online research.

With how quiet it was in the library, I was completely focused on my task, looking forward to finishing it and enjoying a nice, quiet afternoon playing video games back in my room, wanting some peace and quiet for myself.

Yet, little did I know that those weren't the plans in mind for me.

I smelled him before I noticed him, picking up a distinctive scent of sweat that made me pull my head up from my book.

Looking to my left, I was surprised to see another young man, dressed in a red basketball tank top and matching shorts, his body decorated with a light coat of sweat, the product of an evening spent running around dribbling balls and shooting hoops.

"Stan?" I asked, not used to seeing the jock there. In fact, not used to seeing any jock there.

"Hey, Leo." Stan smiled at me with feigned innocence. "Whatcha doing there, buddy?"

As he asked that, the jock crossed his arms behind his head, exposing a pair of sweat-drenched, hairy armpits. My nose instantly wrinkled as I took in that scent, making me unable to hide my reaction, determined to get rid of that jock so I could focus again on my work.

"I'm busy with the History project." I replied, trying to maintain some politeness since my roommate was on their team, not that I had any animosity towards him. "Do you need anything, Stan?"

"Weeeell, since you're asking…" the jock said with a failed attempt at an innocent tone. "Can I copy your French homework, dude? I really need to pass this class, man. I promise I'll make it up to you."

I rolled my eyes. It wasn't as if Stan was one of those bully-type jocks—or, if he was, he had never bothered to put me through it nor even teased me in the slightest—but it wasn't as if the two of us were properly friends. The only reason why Stan and I knew each other was due to Ken being one of his team buddies. Sure, we hung out sometimes, almost always in our shared bedroom, but I didn't really have any good memories linking us.

In fact, I barely had any memories of him at all, now that I thought of it.

Not that it mattered, for my priority was getting rid of that annoyance for now.

"Fine…" I sighed. "But not the essay! Our teacher will notice it's not your writing and I don't want any trouble."

"Of course, buddy. Thank you so much!" Stan exclaimed, playfully locking his arm around my head to ruffle my hair like we were two chums. "You're the best, Leo!"

I obviously tried to escape, not wanting to be any closer to that pungent scent, but Stan made it a point to smear my face all over his armpit, easily containing my struggles to break free despite my grunting growing increasingly louder, eventually releasing me once he felt I had been covered enough in his stink, chuckling silently at the way I took in a deep breath as if rising to the surface from being underwater for too long.

"Ugh, you stink, Stan." I complained, wiping my face with my forearm.

"Sorry, buddy." Stan snorted, not really sounding sincere. "I'll hit the showers as soon as I'm done, promise."

"Fine, just get done with it…" I grumbled, grabbing my phone to check my notifications while the jock began to copy my answers, filling the gaps in his French workbook with the correct forms of the complicated verb tenses we had been studying that week.

Initially distracted by a message from Ken, who wanted to confirm with me how far along I was on our project, I was about to reply to him with a snarky complaint regarding Stan's interruption when I noticed from the corner of my eye that my only request was being denied.

"Hey!" I then exclaimed, realising that Stan was already finishing copying the first sentence of my essay, grabbing my sheet of paper. "I thought I told you–

That was when we both heard someone else asking us to be quiet from the other side of the bookshelves, reminding me that I was in the library and had to keep it down.

"Shhh!" the voice exclaimed in a whisper.

The sheer embarrassment I felt over being scolded was enough to make me feel flustered as I silenced myself, while Stan felt no shame at all, even grabbing my now limp wrist and pulling it back, completely ignoring my rightful complaint.

"You heard them, buddy." Stan smiled, his face coming so close to mine that our foreheads almost touched as he whispered to me with a glint in his eyes. "You need to keep it down. So, why don't you just… shush."

That single word resonated through my whole being, making me lose my train of thought as my vision grew empty for a moment. Blinking silently for a few seconds, I then shook my head, faintly reminding myself I was meant to be angry about something, but couldn't remember exactly what.

"It's okay, buddy…" the jock hushed me as he turned back to his notebook. "Just a few more minutes and I'll be done."

"N-no…" I then grunted, remembering something was wrong, my whole body screaming at me to get away from there.

However, as I tried to stand up, my chair bumped against the one next to it, once again prompting the person on the other side of the bookshelf to complain, causing me to stay still for a moment of embarrassment that cost me everything, for that was when Stan grabbed my wrist in a firm, yet gentle grip, pulling me down and causing me to sit right against him in his chair.

"Whuh… what?" I asked, confused, especially when I turned my head back to Stan and saw him grinning back at me, but there was something… different about it.

That glint in his eyes had become even sharper.

Almost… predatory.

"S-Stan?" I asked.

"You're being so noisy, Leo. Here…" Stan scolded me while he grinned nastily, raising his right arm and exposing that sweat-drenched armpit. "This will help you stay quiet."

With a sudden, swift move, Stan managed to snake his arm around my head, pulling me into him with one quick swoop, entrapping my face against his sweaty armpit with a tight headlock of his.

"Mmmf!" I tried to protest, unwittingly inhaling Stan's musk, rolling my eyes and groaning at the intense smell, feeling the way it filled my lungs. "Mmmm!"

"Now, you just stay there while I finish this…" he said to himself, like having finished taking care of an unruly child, smiling at me mockingly. "And don't forget to shush."

Once more, the distress and need to break free abandoned my mind with that word, my body even going limp against Stan, who smiled at the fruit of his handiwork, even ruffling my hair with his other hand as he addressed me in a friendly tone.

"Take nice, slow, deep breaths, buddy." Stan said to me, brushing my hair affectionately to help soothe me and keep me quiet. "You're not coming out until I'm done, mmkay?"

The pungent smell of Stan's armpit was so strong that it managed to somehow cloud my thoughts, with me reflexively nodding along with his suggestion without thinking properly. Eventually, my body settled down as I started breathing directly from his sweaty armpit, prompting the jock to smile proudly down at me, which reminded me of my predicament.

"Mmmff…" I couldn't help but complain in response, looking pleadingly back at him.

"Aww, what's up, Leo? You've always loved that smell… don't tell me you're getting tired of it. Why don't you take a deeper sniff for me?" Stan suggested, chuckling at the way I tried to pull back, easily locking my head back in place with a playful squeeze as he tutted. "Ah, ah, ah. Shush. Let's do it together…"

With the way Stan just so easily shushed me, I once again lost my train of thought, indeed taking that deep whiff along with the jock when he began to sniff the air audibly.

Ssssssniiiiiffff

Letting out a heady groan against Stan's armpit, my struggles ceased to exist, allowing himself to be smothered once more, easily held as the jock tenderly stroked my hair while he kept sniffing the air, goading me along with him and dictating a nice, slow pace, ensuring I was filling my lungs completely with his stink through every deep breath.

"Smells really nice, don't it, Leo?" Stan chuckled smugly.

"Mmmmmf…" I replied, neither of us really aware if I was agreeing with him or not, not that the jock cared much.

He merely tightened his grip around my head as he returned to copying my essay, causing my lips to pucker slightly with the pressure, eventually feeling a line of saliva dripping out from the corner of my mouth.

"You're drooling…" he scolded me playfully in a singsong tune.

"Sowwie…" I mumbled back a half-muffled, half-pathetic apology.

"It's okay." Stan chuckled, once more ruffling my hair like we were two chums. "Why don't you stick your tongue out, buddy? That way you can lick me while you keep enjoying my stink."

"B… buh…"

"Shhhhhshshshsh…" he hushed me once more, using the one word that could keep me still and placid. "Shush."

Forgetting about what I was supposedly trying to deny, I gave in and allowed my tongue to loll out, giving that sweaty armpit a slow lap that had me shuddering and groaning, the taste somehow even stronger than that smell.

But Stan wasn't satisfied with just one lick, giving another squeeze around my head that prompted me to repeat it, followed by another, once more dictating a pace he established, moaning himself as I licked that armpit of his.

"Mmmm…" the jock hummed in delight, smiling down at me as he heard me humming along without realising it, as if I was in approval of how delicious he tasted. "Yeeeah… tastes really nice, right buddy?"

He was right, I did enjoy that taste. It was so good, so strangely familiar, as if it weren't the first time I was answering that question…

"Mmmm?" I hummed questioningly this time, confused, but Stan somehow smothered me even deeper in his armpit, not wanting to put up with more of my pesky resistance.

"Shush, buddy," he said, the doubts escaping me again. "That's it… just breathe and enjoy my stink."

Letting out a sigh of defeat, I did as Stan commanded, sticking my tongue out once more so I could lap up his sweat.

When Stan hummed again, he smiled at the way I hummed along with him, this time without questioning it, enjoying it just like he said I would, even feeling foolish for having fought him as I lapped up the product of countless basketball victories and hard-spent workouts at the school gym.

I didn't know how much time had passed, nor noticed that Stan kept me in his armpit for quite a while even after he had finished copying the essay, waiting until it was completely licked clean to finally release my head, manoeuvring me so I was half-straddling, half-leaning on him as he embraced me, nuzzling our foreheads together while enjoying the empty, flustered look on my sweat-drenched face.

"You're such a good buddy, Leo." Stan grinned, his fingers digging into my skull as he caressed the back of my head with the hand that had been entrapping me. "What if I give you a treat as thanks?"

The idea Stan had of a 'treat' was made clear when he raised his other arm, revealing his other unwashed armpit as he started to push my head forward, once more smothering me in his stink.

"There we go… just breathe and lick, buddy." Stan cooed while holding me close with an arm across my back. "I'll keep watch to make sure no one sees you. But just to be sure, you know what you gotta go. Shush."

Once the distraction named Stan was taken care of, I eventually managed to bury my head again in books instead of body parts, typing as I read, determined to be done with it before lunch.

In fact, so deeply submersed was I on what I was doing that it was as if I had become surrounded literally in a blink of an eye, gasping as I felt bare arms brushing against my own exposed forearms, turning to the left and the right to confirm that I was indeed being flanked on both sides by two other jocks.

Carter and Eric, a pair of twins, who, just like my earlier visitor, were wearing their basketball equipment and a coat of sweat on their steaming bodies.

"Wha–

"Heeeeeeeeey" Carter interrupted me, beaming with a huge smile.

"Leeoooooooo" Eric continued, smiling just as charmingly as his brother.

"What are you guys doing here?!" I exclaimed.

"Weeell… we've been having some problems of our own." Eric sighed.

"And Stan told us you helped him with his French homework." Carter smiled.

"So Carter thought you could help him with Maths."

"Well, it's just one tiny little question."

"Fine, I guess…" I said, not very pleased to be interrupted yet again, but it did feel unfair to help Stan and not the twins.

However, a gasp escaped my mouth as I saw both twins grinning at one another, before they proceeded to strip off their tops.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I exclaimed yet again, a bit too loudly this time, judging by the way someone immediately shushed me from the other side of the shelves, prompting me to return to a whisper. "What if someone sees us?"

"It's just too hot for us, buddy. Don't worry about it," Carter smiled as he sat down next to me.

"Why don't you take yours off, too?" Eric suggested, starting to grab my shirt.

"Get off–

"Whoa, Leo. We're in the library!" Carter admonished me. "You're making too much noise."

"Yeah, buddy. Shush." Eric whispered.

Carter even turned my head to him so he could place a finger over my lips, smiling as I could only stare back at him, first with wide-eyed shock, but, as the thoughts in my mind scattered away, my eyes became half-lidded, filled with an empty gaze both twins grinned at, exchanging a silent look of triumph between them.

"Here, let's help you out of that shirt." Eric suggested, coaxing me to lift my arms.

"That way we can huddle close together without getting our sweat all over it." Carter smiled, helping me strip.

"Much better, don't you think?" the other twin asked as they both wrapped an arm around me.

"I… I guess?" I asked, feeling quite small with the way both shirtless jocks were flanking me, the sweat in their bodies highlighting their muscles.

"Good enough." Carter grinned. "Now, let's get to it."

Resigning myself, I began to explain the equation to the jock, my nostrils once again picking up how much it stunk of sweat, the double dose making me unable to contain taking a louder sniff since Eric was also so close to me, as if wanting to listen in on the explanation.

However, it was clear neither Carter or Eric seemed to be really interested in learning, shown by the way the latter started looking at his own chest mid-explanation, grabbing his pecs so he could squeeze them.

"Bro, I think they're getting big enough for me to do it," he said to Carter, whose head perked up.

"You think so, bro?" Eric perked back.

"Hey!" I complained with a scowl, both twins looking back at me like a pair of puppies who had just been scolded. "You were the one who asked me for help, pay attention!"

"Sorry…" Carter said. "Can't you just let him copy your answers, dude?"

"Yeah… I don't think I'll ever get it, to be honest." Eric sighed.

"No, you need to learn how to do it, otherwise you'll never–

But that was when Carter suddenly grabbed my head, pressing my face against Eric's sweaty chest, ensuring it was perfectly smothered against the cleft of his pecs.

"Mmmf!" I let out a muffled complaint as I struggled against Carter's stronger hand, but it was futile, especially when the jock began to coo, whispering right into my ear.

"And you need to shush, buddy." Carter grinned.

Once more, that word made me pause, with the jock taking advantage of my momentary moment of weakness to allow the hand that had been roughly smothering me against Eric's pecs to gradually ease on the pressure it had been applying, all while he turned to his twin.

"Why don't you show him what you can do with them, bro?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, check it out, Leo!" Eric exclaimed with excitement.

"Mmmf?" I asked, ceasing my struggles for a moment, feeling strangely curious.

The answer came in the form of those mounds of muscle beginning to bounce right against my face, my eyes widening as I gasped silently at how perfect of a control Eric had over his pecs, feeling the way they radiated power, as if waves were spreading throughout each body with each bounce, especially as the jock began to pick up a rhythm

"Yeeeah, that's it, Leo." Carter smiled as he let go of my head.

"Just shush and enjoy…" Eric added, replacing his twin's hand with his own, but instead of forcing my head against his chest, he instead smiled almost tenderly as he played with my hair, as if I were a cuddly pet.

"He doesn't seem like he's into it, though," the other twin commented with slight disappointment. "Don't you like Eric's tits anymore, buddy?"

"Mmmm?" I asked, not understanding what he meant, but vaguely recalling being encouraged by them to motorboat a pair of tits while sitting in my gaming chair, embracing a naked, sweaty body straddling me.

The mere memory caused me to lean further onto Eric, even embracing his torso with my arms almost clingingly as I began to smear my face around those pecs, getting it wet with his sweat, those slight chest hairs tickling me as I brushed them with my cheeks.

"Lick'em, buddy…" Eric cooed suggestively, his voice so faint that, at one point, it felt like it came directly from my own mind. "Lick…"

He kept whispering that one word until my tongue came out, tracing that well-worked chest and gathering the sweat in it. Although I opened my eyes once I realised what I was doing, looking up at Eric as if wanting his approval, all he did was smile at me and embrace me against his chest with his muscular arms, whispering for me to shush with sweet cooing.

Everything else became secondary for me at that moment: the project, the fact I was shirtless in the library along with two equally shirtless jocks, worshipping one of their chests. Even Carter was all but forgotten to me, not that he seemed too bothered with it, smiling and even humming as he copied my Maths homework.

Once his chest was well-slathered with my saliva, Eric's fingers gripped my head once more, pressing it against his right pec, my lips perfectly aligned with his nipple.

"Suck, buddy…" Eric breathed out as he kept moving my head, ensuring my lips circled that nipple, goading me on with continuous suggestive whispers once again, even hissing out the first letter. "Sssuck…"

Eventually, Eric himself let out a moan as my lips latched onto his nipple, sighing with appreciation, enjoying my suckling.

"Take your time, Leo." Carter announced, turning his head in our direction as he heard suckling noises. "Go ahead and enjoy my brother's tits. It's the least we can do for you after you so generously let us copy from your homework."

"Mmmmhmmm…" I hummed absentmindedly as I switched to the other nipple, already too far gone to understand the implication of Carter's words.

It didn't take long for him to be done with it, although he watched with a proud smile as I kept feasting on Eric's nipples, at least until the jock released my back, helping me sit back against my chair, both approaching my sweat-flustered face with naughty grins of their own.

"Enjoyed that, buddy?" Eric asked.

"Yeeah…" I drawled, even giggling slightly.

"Yeah, that's the Leo we know and love." Carter grinned, snaking an arm around my shoulders. "Here, why don't you play with mine?"

"Mmmf!" I complained in a muffled tone once more as I was shoved into that sweaty jock's chest.

"Yeah, you enjoy yourself there, buddy…" Eric chuckled. "I'll take care of my French essay in the meanwhile."

That alerted me enough to manage to pull my head back, surprising Carter with my sudden jerk and the way I pushed him away, immediately turning to Eric.

"No!" I exclaimed. "Stan already copied it earlier."

"Oh, come on buddy… you can always write a new one…" Eric pouted. "You're a pro at this, unlike us."

"Shhh!"

And, right on cue, someone shushed from behind a bookshelf, which only had me seethe even further as I turned to the source of the sound, unaware of the sly grin the twins exchanged between themselves.

"You're getting all red with anger, Leo." Carter chuckled. "Why don't we wash it off?"

"Huh?!" I exclaimed, but it was hopeless.

Standing up with a quick movement, Carter managed to turn my head and pressed it against his stomach, ensuring I was being rubbed hard against his washboard abs, where there was also plenty of sweat to be collected.

"Mmmmf!" I let out a muffled complaint, trying to fight Carter's hands without noticing how close Eric had gotten to me, his lips grazing my ear.

"Shush," he cooed as playfully as his brother had done earlier, even licking the earlobe, making me shudder all over as my body and mind went still, feeling like I was floating on water, the way the air escaped my mouth sounding like I was blowing a raspberry against Carter's belly.

"Mmphbph…" I groaned, especially as Carter began to smear my face all around those hard-worked abs, nodding at Eric, who turned back to the table, handing the reins to his brother.

"Lick, buddy…" the jock cooed at me, purposely moving my head in concentric, almost hypnotic circles, chuckling as he continued. "Think of it as our payment for how good of a buddy you are, helping us with homework… you have no idea the amount of guys who'd love to be in your position…"

"Oh, I sure have an idea." Eric couldn't help but comment with a chuckle of his own.

"Shush, bro." Carted pouted, not even noticing the way I slumped against his abs and let my tongue loll out, drooling against the sweaty skin. "It's my turn to play now."

With how far gone I was, Carter was nice enough to keep moving my head around, ensuring all the work I had to do was to move my tongue, something I appreciated, with how light-headed I felt, feeling nice and relaxed despite my seemingly uncomfortable position.

Eric finished much faster than his brother had had, but he didn't announce it vocally, waiting until Carter felt like his abs had been cleaned and coated with my saliva thoroughly enough, upon which he nodded back at him.

The jock then gently grabbed my hands, cupping them together with his own, his strong thumbs beginning to massage them, matching Carter's movements with a strange accuracy, a doubly whispered "Shush" the last thing I remembered hearing before I fell asleep.

My awakening came with the awareness that I was lying on a strangely comfortable, yet almost scalding pillow, something firm pressing against my lips, which I had been absentmindedly suckling on through my sleep.

A hand was carding my hair, switching instead to caressing my cheek as I stirred, my nostrils picking up the smell of sweat, which surrounded me like an invisible, testosterone-filled cloud.

"Mmm?" I mumbled sleepily in response, realising I was half-lying on someone else's lap, my body supported by two other chairs.

"Wakey wakey, buddy," said a familiar voice.

Turning around, I opened my eyes to find myself beholding the shirtless ace of the basketball team, the tallest and hunkiest one.

"Kyle?" I asked with a confused expression as I confirmed as I was still shirtless myself, not making any effort to stand up yet, feeling strangely comfortable in his lap. "Whuh… what are you doing here?"

"I came looking for you and I found you slumped forward in that table, fast asleep." Kyle smiled at me. "You looked so uncomfortable, I couldn't just leave you there… and, well, no better pillow than a lap, am I right?"

"I… guess…" I mumbled.

Blushing, I remembered the occasional time I had found myself lying on Kyle's lap in the small parties Ken hosted in our bedroom, too tired to pull an all-nighter, with him so generously allowing me to do so. His special jock pillow, as he always said.

"You sure seemed to love it…." Kyle chuckled. "Heh, even got me nice and hard with all that nuzzling…"

"What?!" I exclaimed.

Instead of answering, Kyle just looked down, prompting my eyes to dart to the side so I could also behold something I had somehow managed to miss, which surprised me, considering how massive that bulge in the jock's basketball shorts was, the fabric dangerously tight on him with how much he had grown in size and muscle mass recently, like he had gone through a second growth spurt.

A small, wet patch surrounded that tented erection, a line of saliva connected to the corner of my lip, which I broke as I pulled my head back.

"What the hell?!" I exclaimed, sitting up with such a sudden move that I ended up rolling back from the chair, landing on the floor with a dull thud, audible enough for someone to silence me once again from the other side of the bookshelf.

"Aww… c'mere buddy," Kyle complained with a disappointed tone, standing up so he could help me get off the floor, sitting me back on the chair, although he was standing right in front of him, his legs spread around the chair and mine, as if ensuring I would stay there. "You were so peaceful in your sleep… why don't you just shush?"

Like clockwork, a sigh escaped my lips and I closed my eyes as I heard that word, my head slumping forward, my face finding itself perfectly buried in Kyle's shorts once more, pressed against that heavy bulge, the smell of sweat so heavily concentrated in there that I had to take three deep sniffs to stabilise my breathing

I let out a heavy groan that was muffled by that massive, wet bulge, the way that cock throbbed against my face allowing me to confirm he was going commando. Said groan became a moan when I felt the jock's big hands landing on my bare shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze.

"There we go, buddy…" Kyle chuckled, hearing me reply with some incomprehensible gibberish that he wasn't really concerned with understanding, instead ruffling my hair before he finally pulled my head back so I could look up at him, or attempt to, that obscene bulge blocking most of the view. "Much better, right?"

"I… I guess…" I mumbled, gulping as I looked up at him with wide-eyed awe while he kept brushing my hair.

"I'm glad you're feeling better…" the jock said, before gaining a serious expression. "Because I really, really need your help, Leo."

"With what?" I asked, seeing that cock throbbing and straining against those shorts.

"Weeeeeell…" Kyle mumbled, once more pulling my head forward against that bulge and smearing it around as he spoke with a pleading tone. "I really tried, buddy, I swear I did, but I can't do jack shit with the History project. Thankfully, I ran into the twins, who told me where you were, well, first I had to find out where the library was since I've never been here before, but yeah…"

I didn't say a word as Kyle kept fumbling with his words, with how deeply I kept being smothered, smelling that potent jock sweat, and, at one point, it all blurred in my mind as he kept rambling, even as I wondered why no one had bothered to shut him up yet for a change.

Almost like that voice telling me to be quiet was doing it on purpose…

"So, you don't mind, do you buddy?" he asked

Having no idea what he meant, I let out a muffled, confused sound that he decided to interpret as an affirmative, smothering me so hard against his crotch that his tented bulge managed to enter my parted lips, which reflexively suckled onto it, leaving a wetter patch behind.

"Mmm… fuck buddy, that feels nice…" the jock moaned as he bit his lip. "We gotta take care of that eventually, but first things first."

Pulling my head back, Kyle reassumed his place next to my seat while I tried to gather my lost thoughts, before I heard the audible sound of fabric ripping, not that I paid any attention to it, still trying to make sense of what had just happened.

At least, until the jock let out a surprised gasp of his own.

"Oh, Leo! Look at what you've done." Kyle chuckled, looking down at his own crotch, my eyes opening so I could behold it. "You got me so hard that my cock burst through my shorts!"

I found myself staring at the thick, bulbous head of Kyle's cock, just as shocked as the jock was, seeing the way the slit almost flared and pulsed as if greeting me in our own mutually-shared language, like it wanted my lips suckling onto it again.

That thick member twitched along with Kyle's breathing, a mesmerising sight of its own, with me staring at it like a deer trapped by headlights, an awestruck gaze on my face before I recalled where we were, gasping in shock.

"Kyle, what if someo–

"Shhhh!"

Hearing that voice quieting us down, Kyle's first instinct was to grab my head and pull it down, my parted lips allowing for that gargantuan erection of his to slip right into the warm, moist insides of my mouth, with me too awestruck to even register what had happened at first, staring at the darkness of his crotch for a while before I became aware of how filled my throat was.

"GLORPH!" I exclaimed loudly.

"We gotta keep it down, Leo…" he whispered down to me through my struggles. "If someone sees me like this I'm screwed… you don't mind, do you buddy?"

Of course, my immediate reaction was to pull my head back, but Kyle's big hand held me there firmly like a vice, his gargantuan member silencing any possible cries, although I did keep choking on it audibly.

"Shush." Kyle commanded in a stern whisper, my body growing once more relaxed in response. Even my throat seemed to somehow loosen around that cock, allowing for Kyle to lodge it even deeper inside me.

Not bothering to pull down his shorts and allow for his hard, dripping cock to be completely freed, Kyle instead pulled his hand back, with my head following, only for that hand to return, eventually repeating that movement so many times that it seemed as if I were bobbing my head back and forth out of my own volition.

"Great idea, buddy!" Kyle then chuckled, looking down at my gagging self, my throat surprisingly adjusting easier to his thick length than I expected. His other hand even slid down to stroke my cheek, teasingly pressing against it so he could feel his cock. "If you make me cum, my cock will go soft and no one will notice. You're such a genius, Leo!"

"Mmmghhhrgh…" I let out a gagged complaint, prompting him to chuckle mockingly with feigned innocence.

"Mmmm… yeah, nothing like a big, juicy cock to keep you silent, right, buddy?"

"Nngh!" I grunted, my eyes opening wider as I tried to give one final push back to free myself from that cock that seemed to be stuck inside me, the jock's hand on the back of my head preventing me from being able to pull back.

"Ah, ah, ah… now's not the time to complain." Kyle grinned, holding my head as he even draped his jersey over my head, hiding me in case any potential third parties could pass by, once more keeping me quiet with one word. "Shush."

Moving my head for me, forcing me to bob up and down on his cock with a gentle pace, the sound of my soft chokes was the only thing heard on that remote corner of the library, with the occasional clicking and typing as Kyle started to use my laptop, somehow knowing the password, to open my word document, change the name to his own, and edit a few things, before finally sending it to our professor with his e-mail, passing it off completely as his.

This happened without me ever realising it, so focused had I become to instead suck that dripping cock and make Kyle cum, strangely concerned with him being caught walking around with that erection flopping around, not even thinking that the most logical thing to do would have been simply to have him wait.

Nevertheless, the end was near.

"Ooh fuck… shit… buddy!" Kyle announced his upcoming orgasm through laboured whispers, pressing even harder against my head, his cock breaching through the final obstacle in my throat, the jock able to somehow smother my nostrils against his sweaty pubes as he emptied a thick, heavy load of cum down my throat.

My eyes shot wide open at the sheer amount of cum that poured out from Kyle's orgasm, my throat reflexively working to gulp that creamy jock seed as fast as I could so it wouldn't leak out and stain those ruined basketball shorts, a mission I succeeded in flawlessly, even as Kyle pulled back to shoot one final spurt into my face.

"Phew!" he exclaimed as he finally let go of my head, slumping back against the chair as he breathed heavily, utterly drenched as he was with sweat.

I tried to sit back properly as I attempted to regain my breath, but Kyle was quick to drape a muscular arm around me, holding me close as he looked at me with a big, satisfied grin.

"Where are you going, buddy? You still have a project to do before you go back to Ken, remember?" Kyle chuckled, ruffling my hair playfully, before he gave my head a rough jerk again, smothering me once more in his crotch. "But first… my cock needs some cleaning before I can leave."

"Mmmmph!" I complained, but it was futile.

"Ah, ah, ah… you know the drill, Leo." Kyle grinned nastily. "Shush"

After Kyle left, I didn't know how much time I had spent redoing the project, nor did I notice the random comments of the few people I passed by on my way to the dorms after I left the library.

That my face was all flustered. That my hair was all matted and dishevelled. That my shirt wasn't buttoned properly. That I was covered in sweat, with a droplet of something that looked way too much like cum hanging off the corner of my lip.

I was simply too tired for that, just wanting to sit back and relax, a detail my roommate Ken noticed the moment I stepped into the room, looking back from the gaming chair with a worried expression.

"Hey buddy, what's wrong?" Ken asked as he took off his headphones.

"Ugh… all your basketball buddies showed up at the library today asking for my help… I even had to start the project over at one point. I swear, Ken, it's like they all arranged this or something." I said, heaving out a deep sigh as I started taking my shoes off, leaving myself barefoot. "I'm surprised you aren't wearing the gear as well."

"You poor thing…" the jock replied with an understanding expression, turning the chair around so he could stand up, revealing that he was stark naked.

"Dude, can you put some clothes on?" I complained, able to smell Ken even before the jock got close enough to me to surround him with his warm, musky scent, way stronger than the other four. "I already told you I don't want you sweating on my chair…"

"Come on, buddy!" Ken smiled at me, wrapping a bare, sweaty arm around my shoulders as he sat down with me. "Why don't you relax and shu–

"Stop it, Ken!" I exclaimed before my roommate could finish that word, slipping away from under his arm. "I'm tired of hearing that fucking word!"

"Really?" Ken asked with a shocked expression. "What happened?"

I, however, only moped at first, lost in my own thoughts since I didn't have a proper answer to that question. I couldn't understand exactly what had happened, only that hearing that one word kept making me lose my train of thought and go along with what those four sweaty jocks had coaxed me continuously to do.

And so distracted was I that I only realised Ken had pulled us back to lie together in the bed. The one we shared under his suggestion, so that we would have more space in our bedroom to hang out with the guys and work out together, at least that was how he had convinced me to accept that idea.

"Talk to me, buddy…" Ken pouted, finishing unbuttoning my shirt and helping me out of it as I sighed.

"Your basketball buddies kept showing up in the library and interrupting me…" I started, not really trying to fight the way Ken was progressively bringing me closer and closer against him, until I was half-pressed, half-lying on top of him. "And the worst part is that, whenever I complained, they told me to shush and I just went along with what they said!"

"They did all of that, buddy?" Ken asked with a disappointed tone, brushing my hair back. "I gotta have a stern word with them, I see. I already told them to be careful not to break my toys."

"Huh?" I asked, confused, not understanding what Ken meant.

"Nevermind, buddy. C'mere…" the jock smiled, pulling me into a tight embrace, one of his hands coming up to ensure my head was pressed against the sweaty crook of his neck as the other arm held me in a tight, but reassuring way. I didn't even bother to fight. Ken's hugs were inescapable. "I know just the thing to help soothe your mind."

"What, you're going to try and hypnotise me again?" I complained while rolling his eyes. Ken decided he wanted to try and become a hypnotist ever since he had started a Psychology class. And, of course, I was his unwilling test dummy, going along every time despite being sure he would have given up by now.

"It will work this time. Just trust your big buddy Ken," the jock winked with a sly grin, breaking the hug so he could lead me into the leather chair, helping me sit down. Although I grimaced as I felt sweat stains against my back, Ken was having none of it, even giving the chair a rough push to force me to spin around as he chuckled.

"Whoa!" I shouted as I spun round and round, becoming dizzier and dizzier, completely weakened by the time the chair stopped its rotation, my head feeling like the whole room was spinning.

Not that Ken was too worried about it, having had enough time to turn off the lights before he approached me again to climb onto the chair and straddle me, his heavier weight guaranteeing I wouldn't be able to stand up.

"W-Whuh?" I asked as I felt the head of his cock poking around my stomach, leaving behind a trail of pre.

"Shhh… shush, buddy." Ken grinned.

"N-nuh" I whined back, but it was hopeless.

As much as I tried to fight it, I ended up forgetting what I was meant to be struggling again, sighing perfectly in time for Ken to tilt my head up, forcing me to look up at his wicked, grinning face for a moment, before I was distracted by the basketball he had propped up on his left index finger, a special customised one Ken exhibited in our room, because it wasn't meant to be played, filled with LEDs.

Ken then tapped it with his other hand, ball began lighting up with various bright colours—calming blues, exciting yellows and warm greens— before he spun it with an enviable proficiency, creating a colourful effect that was simply mesmerising.

The luminous sphere rotated so steadily that I could swear I was seeing a spiral moving in it, my eyes widening in awe.

"That's it, buddy… relax…" Ken cooed, lowering his voice to an almost seductive whisper, caressing my cheek with the back of his free hand. "Why don't you take a deep breath?"

I did as he requested me, my nostrils flaring as I took in his scent, surrounded as we were by that pungent smell, forcing me to let out a groan.

"Stinks…" I mumbled.

"I know, buddy, I know… I made sure to get that chair nice and sweaty for you." Ken revealed with a nasty chuckle. "So take deep breaths for me, mmkay? I want your lungs filled with my scent."

"N-nuh…"I groaned, not wanting to take in that scent, but if Ken seemed to be worried in the least, he didn't show it, with the way he just smiled at me, before he sniffed the air.

His sniffs grew deeper and louder, as if he were trying to coax me to mimic him, until I inevitably filled my lungs with his scent, groaning loudly.

"K-Ken…" I pleaded helplessly.

"Shhhh, shush…" the jock smiled at me.

"Oh, no, no, no…" I repeated, trying to remind myself of my struggles.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes…" Ken teased me, cupping my chin, keeping my eyes transfixed on that mesmerising basketball. "It's just me, buddy. You can smell me, right? It's a smell you can trust… a smell that makes you want to relax… that makes you want to submit. So, keep taking deep breaths for me, Leo… nice and slow…"

With how addled my mind had become once more, and with that endless spinning luminous basketball, my consciousness was being spread further and further to welcome Ken's words, which were starting to become whispered echoes in my head, his voice not only blending with mine, but with four other very important ones.

"Relax… You want to relax…" Ken would whisper repeatedly.

And, while my lips only trembled at first, soon I found myself repeating that one very important word with a perfectly empty tone.

"Relax…"

"Yeah, buddy… relax." Ken smiled proudly, as if congratulating me for getting it right. "You want to relax… you want to submit."

Once more, it took me a few repetitions, but I eventually got it right again.

"Submit…"

"Yeah, buddy… submit…" the jock nodded gleefully, continuing to emphasise how much I wanted to relax and submit, eventually daring to add one final word. "You want to relax… you want to submit… you want to obey."

"Obey…" I repeated, much more easily this time.

"Yeah, buddy… obey… you want to obey." Ken insisted with a serious tone, as if our lives depended on what he was about to say next. "And if you want to obey… what do you need to do?"

At any other moment, I would have questioned my roommate's flawed logic, but, in my currently entranced state, that question left me speechless initially, before remembering what I wanted to do.

"O… obey?" I answered with uncertainty, like being questioned by a teacher.

"That's right… which means that when told to shush you…"

"Shh-shush…"

"That's it, buddy! You're such a good boy, Leo… making me so proud of what we've achieved together." Ken smiled warmly, playfully ruffling my hair. "I like you so much better now when you do what I tell you instead of making fun of me for being such a brainless jock. Such a mean, condescending thing you were."

"S-sorry…" I apologised with a trembling lip, feeling heartbroken for ever having done such a thing, even if I didn't remember it.

"It's okay, buddy. I know you didn't really mean it… you just didn't know any better back then." Ken said, the hand that had been playing with my hair coming down to trace circles around my lips, parting them further and further. "Sure, it took a while to open your mind to me, but we've grown so close… right?"

And then I remembered it all, like a click in the back of my mind.

Warm afternoons spent in bed with Ken, licking the sweat off his naked body whenever he came back from a hard-spent practice. Sucking his cock in the morning so his morning wood wouldn't get in the way. And, whenever he had a big game, riding him and milking him until the last drop of cum, ensuring he would give his best performance. I was his good luck charm as he called it.

My cock was swelled under my pants as I recollected all of this, even starting to smile, to Ken's great amusement.

"Heh, you even started enjoying hanging out with my buddies, haven't you?" he asked. "You sure got close to them as well…"

The secret parties we had in our shared bedroom were a great opportunity for Ken to test my trigger repeatedly, since we had to keep quiet. Only he and his teammates were aware of it, though, the only people he trusted not to take advantage of me.

Not that it stopped them from having their fun with me, testing the limits of my conditioning with all sorts of games, ensuring my face got to meet a lot of armpits, chests, abs and cocks, with my ass being exclusive to my special buddy, my roommate, the one who had gotten the privilege of taking my cherry.

And whose cock throbbed with hunger for my hole, having been leaking profusely against my stomach.

It was time.

Discarding his basketball, Ken got off me, enjoying how I just sunk into the chair as he pulled me down by my legs, stripping me away from the rest of my garments before he spread my legs, draping them over his shoulders.

So far gone was I that I didn't understand what he was doing, not even when I felt his warm breath against my hole. It was only when I felt a wet, slick sensation probing inside that I let out a moan, my thighs immediately squeezing his head by reflex, not that Ken minded, massaging them reassuringly as he feasted on my hole, slowly and patiently spreading it open, getting it well-lubed with his saliva, only withdrawing when I let out a louder moan than usual.

"Leo… you gotta shush, buddy." Ken chuckled as he stood up, admiring his handiwork as he looked down the sweating, panting mess I had become, my body complexly slouched back on the chair. "Maybe this will help…"

Ken produced a sweaty jockstrap from his hand, balling it up before leaning forward to press it against my parted lips, not relenting until I was completely stuffed with it, chuckling at the adorable, muffled sound I let out in response.

"Yeah, I think you're ready, buddy," he commented with appreciation, before helping me stand off the chair, holding my sides with his hands as he sat down, before leaning forward to cup my ass cheeks with them, giving them a playful squeeze.

With a small grunt of his own, Ken coaxed me to straddle him, his hands soothingly rubbing my bare sides to quell any possible resistance on my behalf, never breaking his gaze from mine, smiling throughout as he began to lower me, the wet head of his cock pressing against the equally wet entrance to my ass.

"Knock, knock…" he whispered playfully, as he always did whenever he was about to fuck me.

"Pho ishhit?" I giggled back through my sweaty gag.

"It's my cock, waiting for you to sit down!" Ken exclaimed in a singsong tune.

Closing my eyes and bracing myself, I took a deep breath, filling my lungs once more with Ken's intoxicating scent, before I exhaled slowly, adjusting to the fullness inside me. With how long and thick it was, it took quite a few minutes of half-starts and repeated attempts for me to welcome Ken's length completely, starting to sweat throughout, my loud moans perfectly kept muffled by that sweat jockstrap, but, eventually, I took it like a champ, easing all of Ken's length inside me.

"Oooh fuck… so tight, buddy!" Ken moaned his approval, keeping his hands on my ass throughout, always enjoying himself massaging those bubbly cheeks of mine. "Ride me, Leo. Ride that fat, juicy prick!"

Nodding eagerly, I moved my hands to my roommate's shoulders, rising a few inches before sliding back down, slowly but surely establishing a rhythm as I impaled myself on that fleshy pole, with Ken being the one gradually slipping into a horny, moaning mess the more I bounced.

After minutes that felt almost like hours where we gave it our all, with me riding Ken for all I was worth, sunk as I was in my own hypnotic trance, and Ken doing his best to not cum buckets inside me, sunk as he was in his own lustful power trip, all while shushing me down and repeatedly denying me orgasm, our cocks ended up erupting simultaneously.

While Ken's load was safely deposited in my anal cavern, the first discharge of my own juice was shot right into the crook of my roommate's neck, slipping down his chest as rope upon rope of cum was unleashed next on the cleft of those pecs, before settling down onto his abs, all while I rode and milked Ken for all he was worth, working both of us throughout our orgasms.

Completely unable to do anything but, I continued to ride Ken's cock, oblivious to everything but the scorching heat inside me, the additional lubricant supplied by the healthy load of warm jock cum inside me reducing the friction significantly, allowing me to continue bouncing until my roommate was the one who couldn't hold it anymore, placing two firm hands on my shoulders to stop me, keeping me buried to the hilt, with his warm seed still plugged deep within me.

"Whoa, buddy… that's… enough…" Ken said throughout his own panting, drenched in sweat from that intense fuck. "Phew! That was quite a workout, Leo."

I could only giggle behind my gag, which prompted Ken to pull it back, using his jockstrap to wipe the sweat off his forehead and armpits, before he playfully smeared the stinky fabric all over my face under the disguise of wiping it as well, chuckling as I took a deep sniff out of my own volition.

"What do you say we hit the showers and get something to eat, buddy?" Ken asked, chuckling at the way I pouted, used to giving him a tongue bath after being fucked. "Aww, buddy… I know you like me stinky, but we don't want to stand out in the cafeteria. This room smells like the fucking lockers!"

"Fiiiine…" I whined as I rose myself from his still hard, wet cock.

However, Ken then suddenly gasped in response, prompting me to freeze, wondering what I had done wrong.

"Oh Leo, you're such a klutz!" Ken exclaimed with disappointed concern, looking down at the droplets of cum that fell from my ass, down onto his feet. "You forgot to clench so you can keep my cum inside you!"

"Shit… sorry, Ken…" I mumbled breathlessly.

"It's okay, buddy. I know you don't do it on purpose," the jock smiled, giving me a comforting hug, smiling and rubbing my back with his hand as he saw the way I tensed, clenching hard with my ass so I could contain the warm jock seed inside me. "But you might as well go and clean it up, no?"

Nodding silently, I got on his knees in front of the chair, not noticing the way Ken rearranged his sitting position so he looked like a king at his throne, crossing one leg over another while folding his arms behind his head, heaving out a deep sigh as he felt my tongue on his foot, just the way he loved it.

And so engrossed was I on my task that Ken even found himself sinking into the sensation of afterglow, feeling in heaven whenever his feet were being bathed by my tongue. Not distracted enough, however, to not hear the door to our bedroom being opened, turning to his side and grinning.

I only noticed it when the door clicked close, turning my head to the side, my tongue still comically stuck out as I gasped in shock, recognising Stan, Eric, Carter and Kyle.

"I…" I mumbled dumbly, but there was no need for words. Their grins said everything.

"Ah, ah, ah… no need to worry, buddy." Ken smiled reassuringly, caressing my cheek with the arch of his foot. "They're here to make it up to you for pushing you too far today."

As the jock said that, the others began to strip, intending to be as stark naked as Ken was, but my cheeks were then cupped by both of Ken's feet, who squeezed them playfully, making my lips pucker like a fish as he moved my face back so I could behold him.

"You'll get to play with them once you're done. But for now…" Ken smiled while filling my open mouth with his big foot. "Shush."

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In the last days of winter, the campus gym was nearly completely devoid of non-staffers, with pretty much every student having already gone home for the break. The locker rooms were even emptier, any unsuspecting soul presuming correctly that they would be the only ones there, until the sounds of footsteps almost echoed throughout them as their sole occupant marched towards his locker, whistling cheerfully as he approached it.

It was that sound that roused me, barely giving me time to look around and wonder where I was, a place so confined that I was forced to curl myself up to fit in, before a door opened and I heard a knowing chuckle.

"Hey, Leo." Ken looked down at me with a teasing sneer, his tall, muscular body covered solely in a tight-fitting red wrestling singlet that was positively drenched with sweat. "Whatcha doin' there, buddy?"

At first, only muffled sounds came out of my mouth, which had me looking down and realise I had a jockstrap shoved in my mouth, its origin unknown.

My roommate just smiled as he leaned forward, pulling on it and freeing my mouth.

"K-Ken…" I sighed, breathless despite having just roused.

Without saying a word, Ken extended a hand to pull me out of that locker, helping me stand up and embracing me against himself as he did so, an understanding smile remaining on his handsome face throughout, my lips hanging ajar with strange fascination, remaining silent even as he took a couple of steps back to sit us down on one of the wooden bench, coaxing me to straddle him.

"You okay, buddy?" he asked as he brushed back a lock of my hair away from my eyes. "You're all sweaty and flustered… had quite the workout, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess…" I replied, still panting somewhat, before asking him a question of my own. "What are you doing here?"

"Did you forget the boys and I had wrestling practice today?" Ken chuckled, before snaking his muscular arm around my head, squeezing and applying pressure to almost smother me in his armpit while his other hand closed into a fist so he could give me a noogie. "Like you're not already used to being our wrestling dummy!"

He was right. Scissors, sleeper holds, schoolboy pins… I couldn't count the number of times Ken had roughhoused with me on our bed, ending up all the time with my face smothered in his body, with him forgetting to tap me out and just enjoying having me all wrapped up in his body like easy prey.

And with his buddies having picked up the habit to greet me with tight bearhugs or headlocks whenever we met, I should have realised it had been a group deal for the former basketball team.

"You're so silly sometimes, Leo." Ken chuckled as he released me, my attempts to break free completely futile.

"I guess I am." I chuckled despite being disparaged, allowing for Ken to stroke my hair and welcome me back into an embrace.

His other hand also decided to stroke me, but it wasn't my hair, instead giving me the awareness that my bare ass was exposed with the way it pinched one of the cheeks playfully, making me look down and gasp as I realised I was clad solely in a white jockstrap, drenched with what I assumed was my precum.

"What the hell is this?!" I exclaimed, confused.

"It's a jockstrap, silly!" My roommate chuckled, smacking my bare ass with the hand that had been pinching me. "And it looks amazing on you. Really highlights that fuckable ass of yours."

"I know what a jockstrap is." I complained, pulling his hand away. "I just don't know why I'm wearing it when I don't even own one!"

"Oh, what does it matter?" Ken chuckled. "Maybe we should buy you a few."

"Ken that's not funny, I–

"Oh, do shush, Leo." Ken said, placing a finger on my lips as the trigger took hold in me, making me go quiet and still, merely looking back at him while he smiled, before bringing the hand I had pushed away back down so he could playfully squeeze the pouch of my jockstrap, a squelching sound audible considering it was obscenely weighed down by a sticky substance. "Hmm… you sure leaked a lot, buddy. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've been having a lot of fun while I was away at wrestling practice… a shame you can't remember it."

At first, I looked down rather bashfully, feeling guilty for my temporary amnesia, before I felt Ken begin to pull me closer to him, even gently grabbing my arms, coaxing them to weave around his shoulders, getting his face so close to me that I looked like a deer mesmerised by headlights as his eyes stared so deeply at me that it seemed as if he were staring directly into my soul.

"K-Ken?" I asked, gulping.

"Let's see if this will help," he smiled. "Munch."

That word made my whole body twitch for a single split second, like a switch had been flipped inside me, before my arms began to move of their own volition, my fingers intertwining behind Ken's head before pressing against it so I could bring my roommate's head closer.

Ken just said nothing, parting his lips so I could kiss him, my tongue slithering inside his oral cavern and brushing against his in slow, tender laps, our eyes closing in a perfect sync as we began to make out with one another, our moans the only language we needed to voice our mutual approval of that kiss, even if our throbbing bulges spoke for us nonetheless.

I didn't know when exactly, but during that kiss, something seemed to resonate in the back of my mind, with me tensing in Ken's lap as things started to become clearer to me, suddenly breaking it.

"Oh, I remember now!" I exclaimed. "Your, I mean, our friends… I ran into them!"

"Is that so?" Ken asked with a raised eyebrow, that smile never leaving his face, as he coaxed me to get off his lap and sit next to him. "Why don't you tell me all that happened?"

"Well… it might be kind of a long story." I said, rather bashfully, seeing that Ken was starting to lie back on the bench.

"Take your time, buddy," he smiled, stretching his legs on the branch and crossing his arms behind his head, exposing a pair of sweaty armpits that made my mouth almost water, although not as much as when he rested his huge, bare feet on my lap, causing my cock to twitch right away in response, covered as it was by the jockstrap I wore. "In the meanwhile, why don't you give my feet a good rub, Leo? You know just how much those little piggies love your hands."

My hands were already taking off his socks as I nodded, focusing on the way those toes wiggled beckoningly as I began to recall the events of that day…

Having finished a workout of my own, I marched towards the lockers, thinking to myself that a gym was one of those places I had never envisioned myself visiting, something that only happened due to Ken's insistence, who made me sign up along with him and the rest of his buddies, insisting that I should at least work on my so-called tantalising body while they attended their wrestling class, convincing me that I would only end up having some perv use me to test his moves and holds, something that they had ironically started doing on me whenever we were hanging out together, twisting my body like a pretzel.

While I undressed, ready to hit the showers, I reminisced on the fact that this kind of predicament was something I would have loathed during those days before Ken had been assigned to become my roommate, but now I loved all the moments I got to spend with him and his buddies. No, our buddies.

Sadly, my old, nerdy friends resented me for it, addressing me with the same condescendence and scoff I used to treat Ken and the rest the jocks with, which only reinforced how much I hated my old me, unable to believe I could have been such a bitter, resentful person.

My new me was much nicer and happier; I really owed it to Ken for giving me this new outlook in life, even if I wasn't really aware of how exactly he had done it. Just that it strangely coincided with him nagging me to be his test subject for him to practise his hypnosis.

Not that I could dwell too long on it, a rough smack on my ass pulling me back to reality with a rough yank.

"Ah!" I yelped right away in response, but before I could do or say anything, a pair of bare, sweaty arms draped themselves around me, one over my left shoulder and the other one around my chest, pulling me towards a just as sweat-drenched body clad in a singlet.

"Hey there, Leo!" exclaimed the voice of Stan, grinning at me as he rubbed our cheeks together.

"Stan!" I gasped in response, although not trying to break away from the hunk's embrace, merely squirming when he teased one of my nipples, knowing it was impossible to escape. "What are you doing here?!"

"Oh, was about to grab a shower before practice," Stan grinned, his arms squeezing me intermittently in a playful way, his hips grinding faintly against my ass. "Wouldn't want to knock someone out with my stink before I got to use my moves on him, don't you think?"

I just blushed with embarrassment in response to that, knowing perfectly well that it had happened to me once, with Stan having managed to make me go limp on the floor just with a simple headlock he had tried on me right after his regular practice, having been working out before that without me knowing it, the sheer intensity of his stink enough to knock me out like natural chloroform.

"Heh, just messing with ya, buddy," he chuckled smugly, even ruffling my hair as he did so. "Gonna miss you through break, Leo."

"What's all of this about?!" I exclaimed, blushing slightly. "We're only going to be gone for like two weeks…"

"Two weeks without you around is already two weeks too long for me." Stan winked, giving my other ass cheek an encouraging, less hurtful smack, before finally departing to the showers.

With Stan gone, I went to the lockers to get my own toiletries, thinking along the way that my only plans that night were with Ken, that we were going to drive to his house for Winter break, with his parents having gone to celebrate the New Year's abroad, leaving the whole house for Ken for over a week.

Nonetheless, I ended up being distracted again when I heard Stan coming back, grumbling to himself with an annoyed look on his face, having somehow lost his towel on the way.

"Something wrong?" I asked, beginning to take off my underwear as if it were nothing, feeling perfectly comfortable to be naked in the same room as Stan, in fact, even used to it, with how much we hang out.

"Ugh…" he grumbled with a strangely adorable annoyed expression, almost pouting. "No hot water."

"Sounds like we're going to have to return to the dorms if we want to grab a warm shower." I shrugged, although not that happy with the idea, either, since it would imply taking two unnecessary trips, taking a while to notice the way Stan was staring at me with a pensative look on his face.

"Hmm…" he hummed, even holding his chin with a couple of fingers, before an idea seemed to come to him with the way his face lit up. All that was missing was a lightbulb hovering over his head to symbolise the genius idea that had just sprung in his mind. "I know! Why don't you give me a tongue bath, Leo?"

"What?!" I gasped loudly, despite it not being the first time Stan had so nonchalantly asked me for something of that sort.

"Oh, like you aren't already used to it." Stan grinned as he stepped closer to me, that big cock of his bouncing with each step despite being soft, so heavy it was. " I'm not asking for one of those afternoons where I'm lounging while you lick me all over… just my pits for now, hm? What do you say?"

"I don't know, Stan…" I mumbled as I bashfully looked to the side. "What if someone catches us? I mean, we could get into trouble and…"

"Oh, come on, Leo…" Stan chuckled. "Why don't you just shush?"

Initially, I looked back at Stan with wide-eyed shock, an expression he replicated himself after a couple of seconds, but then my gaze softened, making it clear that absolutely nothing had happened.

"Stan…" I chuckled, rolling my eyes. "You know that only works when Ken says it nowadays…"

"You're right, buddy." Stan chuckled along, shrugging like there was nothing he could do about it.

That made me lower by guard, allowing for the jock to surprise me by moving in a flash, surrounding my head with his muscular arm in a headlock, ensuring I was smothered tightly against his sweaty armpit.

"I totally forgot I have a word of my own now," he said throughout my muffled complaints, grinning all the while. "Munch."

Like a jolt of electricity running through my skull, that sole word prompted me to start eating out what was present right in front of me, which happened to be Stan's armpit, my lips parting as my tongue lolled out, with me proceeding to lick it and kiss it like the lips of a long-lost lover.

"Mmmmmmm…" Stan hummed in smug delight, flexing his bicep and giving my head a playful squeeze.

"Mmmmmmm…" I hummed back, looking like a starving man at the most delicious buffet.

With me rightfully focused on his armpit, it was easy for Stan to step back so he could sit us down on the bench, lying on his back with me half-lying on top of him without a care in the world, having shifted along the way to instead be suckling on a mouthful of his meaty pecs, which he was bouncing along to keep me entertained while I licked his chest clean.

Eventually, I felt Stan's dexterous feet somehow managed to grab my cheeks, squeezing them playfully between the arch of the sole before they began to coax me to sit up, my eyes widening as he began to press his left foot against my lips.

"Munch." Stan commanded yet again, crossing his arms behind his head as I started welcoming his foot, suckling on his toes while my tongue snaked along between them. "Yeeeah, that's it buddy. You love the taste of those little piggies, don't cha?"

"Mmmmmhmmmm…" I hummed my approval, not the slightest bit bothered over the fact that someone could come in, so consumed I was by consuming Stan's foot.

Meanwhile, the unoccupied foot started to slowly trail down my torso, the big toe teasingly pressing against one of my nipples, causing my already half-erect cock to throb and start leaking pre, which it proceeded to scoop up once it approached my fleshy rod, playfully smearing it all around my own slightly defined stomach.

I started to moan in response to that, but then I felt Stan's foot withdrawing, my left hand trying to grab it so I could continue to lick it and feast on it, but the jock's strength prevailed, which caused me to look at him with a half-confused, half-fearful look, worried I had done something wrong.

"Shhh… it's okay, buddy." Stan smiled gently for once, quick to reassure me I wasn't in the wrong. "You're behaving perfectly as always, don't worry your pretty little head."

"Oh…" I mumbled, cocking my head slightly to the side. "Then, why did we stop?"

"Well… seeing as you're making a fine feast out of my foot…" he began, playfully pinching my nose between his big toe and the other one. Meanwhile, his other foot did the same to the head of my cock while he continued "… and with how much your cock is loving being played with, it would only be nice if you returned the favour, don't you think?"

"Oh…"I mumbled rather dumbly again, before I smiled back, feeling silly for not having thought of it myself. "Of course, Stan!"

"Hmhm." Stan chuckled, heaving out a deep sigh as I wrapped my hand around his big cock, giving it a firm squeeze while I started welcoming his foot back inside. "Just give it a good stroke… and munch."

My lips and tongue got acquainted with every single inch of Stan's foot as the minutes passed, slathering and coating it with my saliva while my hand dutifully worked on his cock, smeared as it was with Stan's essence while my own was secreting its own juices all over his foot.

"Ooh yeah, Leo… that's it, buddy… that's it!" Stan's moans started to become louder the more he approached the edge, until he finally reached the point of no return. "Oh, FUCK!"

With his back arching off the bench as he pressed his foot even deeper inside my mouth, causing me to gag while he came, Stan shot all over my own hand and his abs, coating them both with his warm jock seed.

"Phew!" he exclaimed after heaving out a deep sigh, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, eventually sitting back up and clutching my face with his hands. "You're the best, Leo!"

"Heh… thanks…" I giggled, somewhat proud of myself, before my eyes widened as Stan stood, still holding my face while bringing me closer to his cum-stained abs. "Stan, wha–

"Ah, ah, ah…" he tutted teasingly, smothering my face in his abs. "Munch."

Dutifully, I began to lick all his spent cum, cleaning those washboard abs with my tongue, having gotten so talented at this that his skin was almost glistening by the time he felt like I had done good enough of a job, however, not without coaxing me to lick his cum off my own hand as well, claiming that such precious jock seed shouldn't be wasted.

"Well, that hit the spot, don't you think?" Stan questioned as he stepped back, heading towards his lockers to pick up his wrestling singlet.

"Uhm…" I mumbled awkwardly, which caused him to turn around.

"What's wrong, buddy?"

"I didn't cum…"

"Well, I'd love to help you with that…" Stan sighed with exaggerated concern. "But I have practice to attend, buddy. So why don't you lie down here for a bit?"

"But…"

Still grinning, Stan reached forward with his right hand.

"Nighty-night, Leo…" he whispered almost like a soothing parent, proceeding to ruffle my hair.

That sole gesture was enough for my vision to go blurry, my eyelids becoming heavier as my body followed along, with me already breathing placidly in a slumber as I collapsed forward in Stan's bare arms.

"Hmm… Stan sure had a good idea." Ken commented once I finished telling my story, having switched positions so he was lounging like a king on that bench, with me, his loyal subject, sitting on the floor right against his spread legs, his soles stroking my face as I licked them. "Maybe I should start doing the same… what do you say, Leo? Should I stop taking showers and just have you clean me with that tongue of yours?"

Although the idea made my freeze, blushing at the thought, my cock seemed to throb its approval, with Ken acknowledging it with the way one of his feet nudged my member, before he prompted me to stand up with that same foot pressing against my bare ass from below, helping me to do so by picking me up from under my armpits.

Before I fully did so, however, I felt Ken embracing my thighs and squeezing them with his strong arms, diving his head between my ass cheeks and shaking it vigorously, motorboating them.

In response, I let out a moan, my cock throbbing at the almost animalistic, voracious growl that reverberated throughout my hole, before Ken pulled his head back and chomped on my right ass cheek, leaving behind his signature in the form of a hickey, which he branded with a sweet peck, followed by loud smack that had my yelping, even rising on my tiptoes.

"Ow!" I complained, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Let's hit the showers, Leo." Ken said, more a command than a suggestion, standing up like it was nothing, stripping down the rest of his singlet nonchalantly.

"S-sure…" I sighed, my face flustered red as I rubbed my ass, shrugging my jockstrap.

While Ken led the way towards the showers with a bare arm wrapped around my shoulders like a leash, I then paused, suddenly remembering that it wasn't the first time that ass had been on my mind that day.

Or rather, in my face.

"Everything okay, Leo?" Ken asked, bringing me back to reality.

"Oh, yeah…" I said, feeling slightly flustered at how careful and attentive Ken always was with me, ensuring I never felt uncomfortable or became too absent-minded. "I was only thinking that it wasn't just Stan I ran into… the twins showed up next."

"Really?" he asked as he resumed our march, opening the door to one of the shower stalls.

"Yeah." I said, before Ken's hand pressed down on the small of my back, playfully pushing me inside. "Wait… you want us to shower together?!"

To that, Ken just chuckled at me, taking advantage of my moment of surprise to push me in, following along and pressing against me with his taller, bulkier body, ensuring I was perfectly entrapped between him and the shower walls.

"Think about it, this way we can save water," he said, before he reached around me to turn on the hot water, grabbing my cock and giving it a firm squeeze that had me moan as he chuckled. "Oops, wrong knob!"

Nonetheless, once he got the right knob, the hot water began showering over both our bodies, washing away the sweat we had gathered. Handing me a bar of soap, Ken lifted his arms and spread his legs so I could work on his torso from behind, paying special attention to his chest and abs, massaging the soreness away.

I was completely focused on my task, at least until I felt his hard cock brushing against my hand, enough for me to drop the soap on the floor.

"You're so clumsy, Leo!" he complained playfully.

"Sorry…" I mumbled as I knelt, reaching forward to grab the bar of soap.

It was then that Ken took a step back, his ass perfectly aligned with my head, entrapping me between his body and the shower wall, leaning back until he had ensured my face was well-buried in his hole, with Ken confirming it with the way my complaint was easily muffled.

"Mind cleaning that one with your tongue, buddy?" he asked, chuckling at the way I groaned when my nostrils flared as they took in his pungent musk, but my tongue lolled out nonetheless. "Maybe you could remind me of what went on between you and the twins in the meanwhile…"

I didn't know how much time had passed after I lost consciousness in Stan's arms, but, when I came to again, I knew I wasn't alone. A weight was pressing down on me, ensuring I was lying perfectly on my back on that bench.

Naturally, my body squirmed in response, trying to push that weight away or even roll off, but it was impossible, I was simply trapped there, able to confirm it wasn't just one weight but two on me, specifically on my lap and my chest, the latter eventually moving onto my face, resting on it and smothering me.

"Mmmmf!" I let out a muffled complaint, even if I wasn't being completely deprived of fresh air, moving my arms to try and push that weight away from me only for a pair of hands to catch mine, squeezing them still.

"It's okay, Leo." A familiar voice whispered. "Shush…"

"It doesn't work anymore, doofus!" the other one chuckled, before addressing me. "It's us, Leo."

Realising it was Eric and Carter made me relax and cease my struggles, even if my face kept being smothered, eventually getting used to it to a point that my nostrils didn't flare as I breathed, my chest swelling with each intake of musk, although it was still strong enough for me to not be able to gather the strength to move and just lie there placidly, not worrying about that situation for a few moments, until I realised that, not only was I still naked, both of them were just wearing their jockstraps, and they had been grinding back and forth all the while.

"Wait…" I mumbled. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, we came to the lockers to change before our wrestling class." Eric began to explain. "And we saw you lying there on the bench, completely naked. You were so helpless, dude… what if someone saw you and decided to have his way with you?!"

"So we thought we'd cover for you like this!" Carter exclaimed, as if it were the most logical and kindest thing to do, considering they were both sitting on top of me at that moment. "That way no one can see you nor take advantage of you."

"You sure are lucky, having such kind buddies like us."

"Don't you think, Leo?"

That logic was so flawed that I should have refuted it immediately, but with how used I was to deal with that kind of illogical statements coming from the jocks, along with the fact that heavy scent was clouding my mind the more I inhaled it, I simply didn't, nodding against Eric's ass.

And so, we remained there, for how long I was unaware, until I felt the twins' bodies tense over me, both letting out a synchronised gasp.

"Someone's coming." Eric said with exaggerated fear. "What do we do?"

"Hmm…" Carter hummed for a while, pondering, before an idea came to him. "I know. Leo, lick my ass!"

"Whaff?!" I exclaimed, my voice still half-muffled, in complete disbelief at what I just heard.

"That way people will think we're hazing some freshman!"

"That's a great idea, bro!" Eric exclaimed. "Do it, Leo!"

"B-But–

"Awww, come on buddy…" Carter said with a disappointed pout. "Can't you just… slurp?"

Like a switch being flipped in the back of my mind, my tongue came out almost as of its own volition as I gave Carter's hole a slow, deliberate lick, one that had him shuddering all over, moaning with deep, almost primal satisfaction, while I shuddered myself at the raw flavour of his hole, clean as it was, tasting solely of his hard-earned sweat.

"Keep going, buddy… slurp." Carter continued encouraging me, an almost comical, drooly grin on his face, his skin deliciously coated with goosebumps as my tongue kept working on that hole.

Meanwhile, Eric, not wanting to be left behind, had started to bounce on my lap, my own cock perfectly entrapped between those bubbly, muscular ass cheeks, starting to coat itself in its own juices as I couldn't help but moan, feeling my own orgasm foaming up with each passing moment.

"Oh, shit Leo, Imma–

Carter couldn't even finish that sentence, heaving out a moan instead, his cock shooting rope after rope of cum into my abdomen, decorating it with a trail of his hot, creamy spunk.

"Whoa, bro." Eric chuckled. "That was your best one in weeks. You sure love having your hole licked, huh?"

"Oooh, you have no idea… his tongue makes me see stars, bro!" Carter laughed as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, getting off me and leaving my own release in limbo, grinning down as he beheld my flustered face. "Coast is clear, Leo."

Although I sighed in relief at that, I was still panting weakly, fresh air feeling almost foreign to me. Not that I had a lot of time to breathe it in, for when I knew it, Eric decided to hop forward, taking over Carter's position.

"I wanna get some too!" he exclaimed, almost like a spoiled child, his heavy, cum-filled balls dangling over my face.

"Bu… but…" I tried to interject, failing to get more than a few words. "Carter, he–

"Oh, come on, Leo…" Carter said as he began to move around, assuming his twin's former position, ensuring I remained stuck onto that bench. "You don't want Eric to feel left out, do you?"

"I–

"Just for a while, buddy, come on…" Eric smiled at me, resting his balls on my lips, before he uttered the magic word. "Slurp."

Just like before, my lips parted so my tongue could come out, but, with practised mastery, Eric managed to shift his hips forward, pressing against me in a way that allowed for his balls to completely slip inside, engulfed in the warm dampness of my oral cavern.

And, just like Carter before, Eric trembled and clenched his eyes shut, sucking in air through his teeth as he basked in the glorious sensation of teabagging me, especially as I began to suckle on those seed-filled globes, which were almost aching to empty themselves.

Meanwhile, my cock found itself clamped tightly once more between two ass cheeks, with Carter wasting no time bouncing up and down, making me let out a torturous moan that was thankfully muffled by Eric's heavy balls.

Once again, we lost ourselves in a sexually induced haze, any worries about someone barging in kept at the surface, with me even having forgotten completely that the whole predicament I had found myself in was technically to keep my identity hidden.

Nonetheless, I began to feel the pressure bubbling up within me once more, certain I would finally be able to achieve that sweet, desired release.

"Oh, shit!"

The way Carter exclaimed loudly was heard throughout the lockers, followed by an eruption of hot jock cum all over my face, with him even standing up and grabbing his cock to ensure he decorated my whole face with a seedy make-up, panting with heavy groans as he did so, before getting off me and looking back.

"Shit, I think someone's coming!" he exclaimed, turning to Carter. "What do we do, bro?!"

"If someone finds Leo, we're fucked!" the other twin exclaimed, looking around, before an idea came to him. "Wait, I know! Help me pick him up."

"W-whuh?" I asked, but, before I knew it, he grabbed me by sliding his arms under my armpits, while Eric did the same to my thighs, clamping them under his own and locking his muscular arms around them. "Where are we going?"

"Shhhh… it's okay, buddy." Carter smiled reassuringly as both dragged me towards one of the open lockers, proceeding to put me inside, stained as I was with their cum. "No one's gonna find out."

"In fact, why don't you take a nap in the meanwhile?" Eric smiled as both started to lean forward. "Someone's gonna come for you, don't you worry!"

Before I could even say a word of protest, their hands found my hair, proceeding to ruffle it as both said the exact same word in complete unison.

"Nighty-night…"

And, just like before with Stan, my eyelids began to droop as my consciousness left me again, the twins locking the door and high-fiving one another.

I didn't know how long I had zoned out while I recalled that little three-way engagement, but the steam that surrounded us was a perfect visual representation of the way my mind was just as enshrouded in mist, my name faintly echoing through it, until the voice became more clear.

"Leeeeeeeeeoooo…" Ken whispered right in my ear, chuckled at my startled response, embracing me against him reassuringly to hold me in place, an audible squelching sound heard as he pressed his obscene erection between my ass cheeks like a hot dog between two buns, having been thrusting it back and forth in faint, almost imperceptible movements. "You okay there, buddy? You were totally out of it."

"Yeah… sorry."

"Don't be silly. You know you don't need to apologise for just letting it all go around me… you trust me, you know I'll keep you safe and think for us both." Ken reminded me with a cheerful, yet husky tone, giving my cock another playful squeeze that had me not only moaning but also realising how aroused that memory had made me, having been leaking precum against Ken's hand all along, soaped as we both were. "Besides… I'm just as horny, buddy."

That was when I became aware of how engorged Ken's own cock was, throbbing and leaking with hunger, as if he was simply waiting for me to give him the okay to penetrate.

"Nnnngh…" I groaned, especially when Ken gave my nipples a good squeeze with his two hands, chuckling at the way he didn't need to use any holds on me to keep me right where he wanted.

"What do you say, Leo?" he asked, even though I never really had a choice when it came down to it. "Let's fuck, right here and now."

"Y-you shu… sure?!" I asked back, gulping with worry despite my drowning arousal. "What if your coach finds us? Kyle was worried about it…"

"Yeah, I don't think we have 'coach' to worry about." Ken chuckled, starting to pull me towards him, holding me tight almost as if reassuringly, before leaning to whisper in my ear. "Knock knock…"

I could only sigh in response as my hole almost engulfed that throbbing erection, allowing for Ken to oh-so-easily penetrate me, with me clenching my eyes shut and letting out a loud, prolonged moan as my roommate started to fill me with his jock meat, always managing to have me feel like my body had been somehow missing something until the very moment his cock was buried down to the hilt in me.

Once Ken stopped, we both let out a collective sigh while taking in the moment, him the sensation of the warmth of my tight anal cavern, me that sheer jock girth of his, although my eyes opened after a while, realising that Ken hadn't moved yet, a serious expression in his eyes.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"Hmm…" Ken hummed. "Did anyone else fuck you today, Leo? Your hole feels kinda looser than usual…"

Not that Ken had any reason to complain. If anything, it felt refreshing for a change, easier to slide and thrust into.

"I can't remember…" I mumbled.

"Try." Ken instructed as he began to thrust his hips back and forth, slowly picking up a pace. "Didn't you say Kyle was here before?"

"Nngh…" I grunted nonetheless, for Ken's cock was still quite the length to take in, enough to make me lose my train of thought for a while, before I finally recalled something. "Oh… y-yeah… he did fuck me."

"Really?" Ken asked as he hugged me closer to himself, burying his cock all the way down to the hilt, caressing my stomach with his hands as if trying to feel his erection through my guts. "Tell me all about it…"

The next time I roused, I wasn't lying on my back anymore, but instead I was perched in a rather cramped space, not tight enough to alert me or make me feel constricted, but one I simply wasn't going to be able to escape on my own, since the potent musk surrounding me was coming from the other person trapped there with me, one whose lap I was almost sitting completely on.

The little light in that cramped space allowed me to make out that person's features, my eyes widening as I beheld Kyle's handsome face, smiling as if it were perfectly normal for us to be shut close together inside that locker.

"Kyle?!" I exclaimed.

"Shush, buddy…" Kyle whispered, placing a finger on my lips that did manage to silence me, even if the trigger didn't affect me anymore, something I would have reminded him of hadn't he reminded us of our predicament. "They're gonna notice we're here…"

Steps outside reinforced Kyle's point, making me gulp loudly. If anyone had any idea that there were two guys inside a locker, as almost naked as both of us were, it would mean trouble. Lots of trouble.

So, the two of us remained silent, breathing quietly, my lungs filling themselves with Kyle's musk, which surrounded us like a heavy cloud of pure jock essence, a scent that helped quell most of my worries regarding our predicament, my racing heart settling down to a nice, relaxed beat again, as if lulled to that relaxed condition by Kyle's own ample chest, pressed as it was against mine.

Yet, it still skipped a beat when I felt it. It.

Wet and hot, throbbing as it was right against my hole, Kyle's gargantuan erection was pressed right under my bare ass, which was still completely exposed due to the jockstrap I was wearing, slathered with its own juices.

"Yeah… sorry about that, buddy." Kyle apologised in a whisper, grunting softly with discomfort before heaving out a deep sigh. "It's been plaguing me for almost fifteen minutes now. Guess your ass just feels that warm and cosy."

"Oh…" I mumbled, blushing with embarrassment. "Sorry about that…"

An awkward silence then hung between us, before Kyle suddenly piped up.

"Wait, I know, Leo!" he exclaimed, the way he breathed against my ear making me shudder like livewire, causing that cock to further leak squelching precum against my ass cheeks, his tone lowering down to a whisper again. "What if I put it in you?"

"W-whuh?"

"Yeah!"

"What do you mean, 'put it in me'?" I asked back, part of me confused while the other part wanted to confirm that it was the scenario that had just come up in my mind.

"Oh, don't be silly, buddy." Kyle chuckled, playfully pinching one of my ass cheeks. "You know where I want to put it."

"D-do you mean… in my ass?!"

"You're so smart, Leo…" Kyle whispered reassuringly in my ear, squeezing my body tighter against his own as if to comfort me in preparation for what was to come, smiling with a strange, tender smugness all the while. "It's the only way I can fit in, buddy… you'd do that for me, wouldn't you, buddy?"

"I… I don't know, Kyle." I gulped. "Your cock is huge and–

"Aww, come on…" Kyle whined playfully. "You know how easy it is to take it. All I have to do is say the magic word."

"W-what magic word?" I asked, gulping loudly as Kyle leaned in, resting his lips right against my earlobe.

"Knock, knock…" he whispered, the word hitting me like a wave.

My eyes half-lidded as my body simply surrendered, starting to sink down that obscenely thick, slick flesh rod almost completely of its own volition, as if having become heavy like lead.

"Thaaat's it…" Kyle grinned as he guided my hips, slowly lowering them while his other hand held his cock steady. "Down… down… down…"

"Mmmph…" I started to moan the as I was eased lower and lower, my eyes widening and rolling upward the more my hole was stretched, but I was easily silenced by a firm hand clasping over my nose and lips, coated in a mixture of sweat and pre, which made my nostrils flare.

"Thaaat's it…" Kyle goaded me on, until I was eventually buried to the hilt. "Oooh… oooh… yesssss…"

That made us sigh out together, with Kyle letting go of my mouth to wipe up a trail of drool I had released in the meanwhile, feeding it back to me before he surprised me by shoving a balled-up jockstrap into my mouth, my eyes widening with shock.

Unbothered, the gentle giant just kept smiling reassuringly, his two hands soon clasped around my ass cheeks, massaging and kneading them as he relished in the tight warmth of my hole for a few moments.

"Up…" Kyle commanded, his hands guiding my hips along, his cock throbbing and leaking as I followed. "Down."

Up, down, up, down, Kyle gradually set the slow but steady rhythm that I was being impaled on his cock, smiling as I began to take it like a champ as I always did, eventually reaching a point where the jockstrap muffling my moans was pointless, even if I kept suckling on its heavy aroma nonetheless.

"Thaat's it… ride me buddy." Kyle beamed with pride at the way I was soon bounced up and down on his cock without needing any help, even crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back, revealing that he was able to relax his body into a more relaxed position somehow despite how tight the space around us was meant to be. "Take your time… we ain't going anywhere soon."

The motions kept going as I milked Kyle's cock for minutes that seemed more like hours, the time that passed the same kind of blur as my surroundings, with my senses focused solely on that magnificent girth penetrating me and the powerful smells and tastes that not only surrounded my whole being but also nourished me on the inside, my eyes eventually shifting into a perfectly empty, yet lustful gaze.

That seemed to trigger something in Kyle, who suddenly growled as he grabbed onto my hips to steady me and halt my movements, before starting to thrust with his own hips, pounding upwards in five, hard, decisive thrusts as he groaned out, his hands pressing my ass together as he suddenly shifted and squeezed me towards himself in a tight bearhug that wound the air out of me, almost making me spit out the jockstrap.

As I felt rope after rope of hot cum filling my insides with his thick, rich seed, my vision began to blur as Kyle kept crushing me, although I managed to make out two specific words before I completely lost my senses.

"Nighty-night, Leo…"

With me lost in that recollection of riding Kyle's cock while he emptied his load inside me, Ken had been enjoying the pleasure of fucking my hole while singing his praises over it, claiming that it was a thing of beauty, a wonder of nature, tight as a virgin's no matter how often it was fucked.

He hadn't been really bothering to listen to my recollection, of course, having already heard the details from his jock buddies, which had riled him enough during their practice to make him win over all of them in combat, as if I was his hard-earned prize, one that he was definitely enjoying claiming.

"Hah, good ol' Kyle." Ken chuckled once he confirmed that I had been brought to reality, with me realising I had been fucked throughout, breathless with how hard my roommate had been thrusting into me… "Always coming up with some new ploy."

I had wanted to ask Ken what he meant by that, but that was when he pulled out his cock from inside me with an almost animalistic growl and turned me around, only allowing me to have a look at his eyes, namely the voracious glint in them, before he claimed me in a fiery, dominant kiss.

Although I froze with shock, Ken's tongue slowly but surely coaxed my own to start dancing along with his, almost wrestling it into submissive compliance as his two hands gave my ass cheeks a loud, almost painful smack, employing his whole power to thrust and rub his cock against me, grinding our bodies together as he claimed me with his lips, asserting his dominance through his tongue.

We both moaned into each other's mouths as our cocks shot together in unison, as if our orgasms had been just one, coating our stomachs with our seeds before collapsing into one another, enjoying the afterglow with a mutual, tender embrace.

Of course, another shower was required after that, our nude bodies almost glistening with how clean they were, both of us walking back together to the lockers, even holding hands while doing so. Ken and I then towelled each other off, with me doing most of the towelling, before we got dressed and left, with Ken's arm around my shoulders, as it always was whenever we were walking together.

"You know, Leo…" Ken began as we walked towards his car. "When we started rooming together, it would never have crossed my mind that I'd end up inviting you to come home with me for New Year's. How things change, huh?"

"I guess…" I smiled back, rather enjoying the warmth his arm around my shoulders provided. "I was a bit mean to you."

"A bit? The first thing you said to me was complaining about how unlucky you were, being paired with a… what was it? A muscle-brained gorilla." Ken chuckled as he tightened his arm around me so he could hold me in place while he ruffled my hair. "But now you know better, don't cha?"

"Yeah." I smiled, because it was the truth.

I now knew how to appreciate the mindless bliss that came from hanging out with Ken and the jocks. Much better than being some mean known-it-all who thought himself better than anyone else.

And it had all been thanks to my roommate. No, someone who had become more than that along the way.

"Good." Ken smiled, a genuine proud one for a change. "Because I can't wait to get home with you, buddy. I want to show you what's coming for the next chapter of our lives… if you want it, of course."

"That sounds great." I smiled.

"That, and we're all going to have one hell of a weekend." Ken couldn't help but chuckle.

"Huh?" I asked, confused, sure that it was just going to be the two of us at Ken's place.

That was when the back door of Ken's car opened, revealing not only Stan, but also the twins, who he was sitting in-between, and Kyle, who was sitting on the passenger's seat. All of them having been there, patiently waiting for our arrival, four matching smiles on their handsome faces.

"You guys!" I exclaimed, before Ken pushed me inside, where I was laid down on Stan and the twins' laps, looking around with almost awestruck marvel. "What are you doing here?!"

"Well… these guys kinda invited themselves for the weekend. After that, it's just you and me."

I didn't hesitate nor even question it, my throbbing cock speaking for me, which had all the guys around me grinning perversely, with Ken being the one who spoke again.

"Don't worry, Leo. We're all gonna have fun when we get home. But for now…" Ken grinned as numerous hands came to my head, latching onto it as they began to ruffle my hair. "Nighty-night."

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