The problems didn't start right away. They couldn't have. Mark was always off with his girlfriend so Derek and Jake didn't have anything to worry about. Sure, sometimes, Mark would stumble in very late at night--or worse early in the morning, like two hours before I was supposed to wake up for class--and wake me up with a cock in the face. But if I was just sleeping anyway, what harm did it do to Derek? He still owned me. Mark may have said that he owned me in principle (and he certainly thought it), but in action, it was Derek who owned my mouth.
And he sure did use it.
Derek woke up at 10:15 every morning for his 11:00 class. It was my job to be kneeling next to his bed at 10:10. Now, I had a class from 9:00 to 10:00 but I could usually just make it to his room on time. But I was always cutting it close. After arriving late three times, Derek made me drop the class. He said I had to think about my priorities.
I would kneel by the bed and wait for his alarm to go off. The minute it did, I had to shut it off so that it wouldn't disturb Jake, who never had class before noon. Then I would fold down the covers, revealing Derek's body. He slept naked. His piss-hard cock always pointed straight up at the ceiling. At this point he was starting to stir. Then I would climb onto the bed and lower my mouth onto the head of his cock, slowly, gently. I would stay there, just holding the mushroom head in my mouth for a few minutes. Then I would feel the familiar force of his hands on my head. Then it would start.
His morning piss. So much more acrid and tangy than any other piss from any other time of day. His morning piss shot through his hard cock and hosed down my mouth. I would gulp quickly, sucking it all down. This usually lasted a little under a minute. When the stream ended, I would start bobbing up and down on his long cock, milking it gently. He would most of the time still be lying back nearly comatose. The blowjob was supposed to wake him up. I could never see how it did because he just lay there motionless, getting his cock sucked. Until just before he blew his load down my waiting throat. Then he would suddenly sit up and grab my head forcefully. Then he would slam my face down into his pelvis repeatedly. He liked to control the pace right before he came. He would shove his cock completely into my throat until I was smelling the night's sweat on his pubes. Then without warning he would shoot gallons of hot cum down my throat. After the first few spurts he liked me to suck in hard. He liked to feel like the life was being sucked out of him. When his balls were drained, he would slide his cock out of my mouth with a pop, say "Good morning, faggot," and rush off to get dressed and go to class.
It was one of those mornings and I was sitting on Derek's bed, resting after working his cock for twenty minutes. I looked over at Jake, sleeping in his boxers. It must have been a hot night because he was sleeping on top of his comforter. His cock made a circus tent in his boxers. I licked my lips, thinking about sucking that meat later that day.
Jake's eye popped open. He looked at me for a moment and then smirked.
"Morning, faggot."
"Morning, Jake."
He reached a hand into his boxers and grabbed a hold of his dick. "Were you doing what I thought you were?" I didn't answer. I just looked down. "Checking out my cock? As if you don't get enough?"
I was so embarrassed. "I am so sorry, Jake. It won't happen again."
He looked at me again. "Come here, cocksucker. I wanna try something."
I got out of Derek's bed and kneeled by the side of Jake's bed. He swung his legs off the edge so that I was sitting between them. His pelvis was less than a foot from my face. His cock slipped through the fly of his boxer. He chuckled. "Guess somebody wants a good morning kiss."
I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. I slid down on it until the entire shaft was in my throat. Then I pulled away until just the head rested on my lips. Then I sucked in hard and took the whole shaft again. I repeated this for a few minutes until he grabbed my head and, like Derek, slammed into me all the way and pulled out rapidly. He pumped his cock in and out for thirty seconds and then emptied a load into my belly. His cock was so far down my throat that I couldn't taste any of his cum. He pulled out and rubbed his cock all over my face.
He laughed. "Now open wide." Then he shot his morning piss into my throat.
I swallowed it down. When it ended he looked at me.
"Derek gets the pee out first, then the head?"
I nodded.
"I should tell him how nice it is to get the cum out, then piss down the faggot's throat."