Steps to Sucking Cock
by victoria_boy@hotmail.com
M/m/M+, dorms, oral, mild domination, one way sex. Posted at Nifty.org, a website that could use your donations: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
Part 23
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Through the night I developed an urge to visit the washroom, and after an hour of trying to ignore the need I gave up and slowly removed Cole's arm which had been draped over top of me. Cole stirred as I pulled away, but not enough to say anything or to stop me from going. Brad and Sam were also quiet, and so was the hallway and the bathroom. I guess the quietest time in a campus dorm is 5:15 a.m. on a Sunday morning. Returning to the room, I realized how exhausted I was. Friday night I had not slept well with a drying load of cum on my face, and tonight I lay awake with Cole's arm around me (and cock in my ass crack) reflecting on how much my body had betrayed me while Brad and Sam played with my hole. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew the sun was shining. From the sounds of it, I had slept through Brad and Sam waking up and showering, and had been awoken as the boys started talking. I lay in bed for a while, but soon got up and went for my morning routine. I was very conscious of how my bum hole felt as I was going to the washroom, relieved that no damage had been done by Sam's finger. I was still thinking about how my hole felt when I was in the shower all lathered up, and I found my hands spent extra time cleaning my back side. Even alone I blushed at how hard my dick was while I washed my hole, but I excused the reaction as being caused by being on cum denial. My embarrassment did not stop me from first playing with the outside, and then even sticking my finger in just a little bit to see how it would feel. I throbbed as much as if I'd been stroking myself, and would not have had the willpower to stop if I had not heard someone else enter the shower area. I finished up but waited for my erection to go down before turning my shower off. By that time the other person's shower was going so I had relative privacy when opening the curtain. While I was standing there drying off I must have jumped a foot as the other occupied shower curtain slammed open. I looked over in fear, and saw Cole standing there with water and soap running over his completely naked body. It was certainly a sight to see. "Scared ya!" Cole said through his own laughter. I was scared, but found myself forgiving him as I fumbled for a reply while staring at the soap suds roll over his faultless skin. "Careful when you go back to the room," Cole continued as I conspicuously stole glances at his body, "the boys are wanting to make the most of today seeing as Sam and I go back tonight." Cole must have seen my eyes wander over his naked figure, and he slowly and deliberately moved his hands over his chest, and my eyes followed his hands down to his crotch. Under the hot water, Cole still only had a semi, but standing out in the middle of the room my own dick was back to fully erect. Knowing how dangerous it was for me to be caught with a hardon in the common bathroom, I left Cole in the shower and got back to the room to find Brad sitting in the same chair as last night. Despite my efforts to hide it, both boys saw I was hard under my towel right when I walked in the room. Brad called me over to where he was sitting, and I awkwardly fumbled for some clothes. "No, don't bother getting dressed," Brad said to me, but then turned to Sam and added "looks like he's ready to get going!" "It's just that I haven't jerked off in a long time, you know, and I got hard in the shower, and if I just concentrate it will go away." I left out the specifics, realizing that I didn't need to say it was playing with my own ass and seeing Cole naked that had given me a boner. "I think you're hard because you know it's time to suck us again," Brad said. I tried to protest, but he called my bluff. "How's this?" he started asking, "Let's have a little bet, just for fun. If you're telling the truth, and you're only hard because you got distracted and you can prove it, I'll give you $20 right now and you're cum denial will be over, but if you're actually really turned on by sucking our dicks and I can prove it, then you'll give us the best blow jobs you've ever given. If neither of us can prove anything, there is no winner." I thought about it, and the way I figured I didn't really have anything to lose. With no bet I would undoubtedly be sucking the guys again anyway, and with the bet I could win $20 (maybe enough to pay for the condoms) and might be able to cum in just a few minutes. I told Brad I agreed to his bet. "OK, you first," Brad said, "close your eyes for a minute and think `unsexy' thoughts, and if you're hardon goes down we will know you're not looking forward to sucking us, and you'll win the bet." I knew this would be a challenge, but again with nothing to lose I closed my eyes and tried to make my erection subside. I really tried, but every time I was making progress, I would remember everything that had been happening all weekend and I would stay hard. If I were being generous to myself, I would say my hardon went down 10%. When the minute was up, Sam and Brad joked about how I certainly had not proven anything. I had to agree, but I still thought things would be OK given that I didn't think Brad would be able to prove his side of the bet either. "Alright, my turn," Brad said. "Keep your eyes closed and let's see if I can prove how much you're looking forward to sucking us." My eyes remained closed, and I just decided to ignore Brad and keep with my plan of thinking `unsexy' thoughts. For about ten seconds, Brad didn't say anything, and I heard him stand up, and felt his presence near me. Brad must have been leaning in close when he quietly and slowly said "Cole wants us to stop letting you put condoms on our dicks when you suck us." I desperately tried to ignore Brad's words, but could not help hear when he continued, "Cole wants his cum to shoot into your mouth, and have you swallow it down your throat." I blushed bright red as my cock swelled beyond total hardness and started dry convulsing. There was no doubt to anyone in the room that I had lost the bet. "Alright!" Sam cheered out, and then he and Brad congratulated each other for a few seconds while my head hung in shame. Brad opened up his pants, pulled out his dick, and sat down while I sunk to my knees and prepared to give him the "best blow job I'd ever given." "I think you should be edging yourself again," Brad said as I approached the chair. "You really suck so much better when you're a little stimulated." I was prepared for this level of humiliation in front of Brad and even Sam, but did not want to be this exposed in front of Cole when he returned. Brad was showing off his hard dick and I knew it was silly saying I didn't want to do something when I was throbbing hard the whole time. I leaned forward to start sucking Brad, but he pulled back. "Start stroking first," Brad said with an evil look in his eye. I did, and Brad could tell from the very first touch that I was beyond any normal level of horniness. The slightest touch of my own dick caused a pained look in my face, and this pleased Brad. Sam almost giggled from the sidelines as I saw him reaching to undo his own pants. Brad nodded slightly, giving me permission to lean forward and approach his cock. I found it amazing how much more power his dick had the closer I got. Sitting back and waiting certainly had me turned on, but as I leaned forward I got the smells, warmth, and power of Brad's organ, and all my defences faded away. I was still embarrassed and awkward, but it didn't matter as much once I could feel the head of Brad's dick at my lips. The hardness of Brad's dick told me exactly how turned on he was by this situation. I decided I had done my best to try and rush the last few blowjobs for Brad, and since in all fairness he had won the bet that I would really try to give him a great blowjob. I used slow movements in and out of my mouth, and concentrated on providing him the full feeling of pleasure. I could feel the crown of his dick as it slid in and out of my mouth, and could feel the pre-cum. Touching my own dick was not as much a distraction as it was a tool to understand what would feel good for Brad. I was so completely focused on the pleasure I was giving Brad that I was genuinely startled when I felt Sam touch my hips. "Woah, easy there," Sam called out from behind me as Brad held my head in place. My initial shock passed, but was quickly replaced by fear as Sam was trying to get me to raise my ass in the air. "Don't worry, I won't go as hard as last night, but Brad and I were talking and we definitely want to try that again." I knew when Sam said "that," he was talking about playing with my ass. I was reluctant and skeptical, but was so into the sucking of Brad that I did not fight like I had the night before. I slowly raised myself to all fours as Sam pulled me up, but was switching between squirming and frozen still in anticipation of any touch along my crack. I heard Sam opening a condom as I tried to look back to see what was going on. "Don't worry about what Sam's doing back there," Brad said, almost reassuringly. "You just keep sucking my dick." As Brad adjusted his hand on the back of my neck I realized I had all but stopped sucking him. Slowly, my mouth resumed some motion, and I did my best to remember that everything happening was in an effort to make the suck even better. I tried to ignore Sam, but froze again when I first felt the wetness of his spit and condom covered finger at my ass. Brad's hand's encouraged me to keep going again and I moaned like an animal in stress. I could feel Brad's excitement with what was happening. Sam's first touch only lasted a few seconds as it was more to spread saliva around, then he added more spit to his fingers and returned for a second time. I felt very vulnerable and out of control. After a minute or so of being inspected by Sam, things started to normalize. I was again able to focus on sucking Brad and was not as terrified with what Sam had been doing. Brad and Sam started to talk, and as I eavesdropped on the conversation I could tell this was not going to bode well for me. "Really get him worked up here," Brad said to Sam. "He was crawling out of his skin last night." Just hearing that caused my body to react and I knew Brad could tell. I blushed when I heard Sam say he had noticed my hole pucker to Brad's words. Sam started getting more and more adventurous, and was quickly pushing at my hole with his finger. My body instinctively drew forward towards Brad when Sam would start to push and Sam's finger would follow me and Brad would moan in pleasure. Eventually I had to return to my normal position but since Sam's finger had moved forward on me it gave the impression that I was pushing back on his finger. I struggled to find a balance, but no position allowed me to keep any dignity. "Get ready," Sam quietly called out, and I felt Brad hold on to my head tight. I desperately called out to try and stop what was about to happen and I tried to voice objections. Brad's incredible arousal was very apparent through the unbelievable strength of his erection, the deepness of his breath, and the force of his hands holding and controlling my head. Feeling how turned on Brad was had me feel my own dick throb in unwilling anticipation. Sam gently wiggled his finger into the opening of my ass, and slowly but firmly pushed in as deep as he had been in when Brad shot his load last night. I was sucking hard on Brad's dick, and I could tell my efforts were appreciated. Involuntarily, my ass started accepting Sam's finger, and the tone of my moans changed. I could have easily cried from the sexual frustration I was experiencing. I did not want to become aroused by Sam's finger. No matter what I did to try and move, Sam would follow and I would end up with more stimulation. As I was on all fours, quivering, dancing, and moaning with Brad's dick in my mouth and Sam's finger in my ass, Cole opened the door returning from the shower. "Woah, what's going on here?" Cole asked with a chuckle. "We figured out how to get him to take his sucking to the next level," Sam replied. I was doing my best to stay calm in front of Cole, but my efforts were futile. "Best sucking he's ever done," Brad said. "It's like a switch gets flipped when he's this turned on. I mean, just look at him." Cole did look at me. He watched intently as Sam kept working my hole and I kept sucking. "The second something touches his ass, everything changes," Brad observed. "You're probably stimulating his prostate," Cole said after watching for a minute. "See all the pre-cum he's leaking?" Cole typically had stood back while I was servicing the boys, but he seemed fascinated by the scene Brad and Sam had scripted, and was closely observing the proceedings. Cole continued to talk with the boys: "Seeing as he hasn't cum in a few days, this is probably driving him crazy." I was finding it difficult to think. Brad's cock was throbbing in my mouth as my whole body thrived from having a finger penetrate my ass. The moans that were forming deep in my belly, but could not escape any further than my throat before the vibration went into Brad's dick and made him shake with enjoyment. Without warning, Sam pulled his finger all the way out of my ass. It felt as if it were a foot long as it slid out, and my body pulled back as if to slow the speed at which this invader were exiting. "Dude, hang on, I'm really close..." Brad was panting, and holding me by the skull. I was pretty sure he was edging. Sam did not return to my back end, and I relaxed my mouth as this has been my first chance to relax since things got started. After taking a moment to catch my breath I realized I could still feel Brad's cock throbbing in my mouth. I was just waking up to the fact that I could probably finish Brad and get this over with if I put my mind to it. As if I had awakened from a sleep my mouth started sucking again, but it only lasted for a second. "Cole, look: no rubber," Brad said as he pulled my head off his cock, and turned my head so I was facing Cole. The look on Cole's face was a smirk of total approval. The look on my face was of embarrassment, even though I did not sense any judgement. "The feel is so much better," Brad said in a matter of fact kind of way. My head was turned down to face Brad's dick before it returned to my mouth. The thick gooey saliva covering his pole had come from deep in the back of my throat. As Brad's dick throbbed I could see the light shimmer off my saliva, especially on the purple head. The penis almost looked like a life form independent of Brad. This organ had its own desires, attitude, and personality. Right now, it was demanding satisfaction, and Brad was going to use my mouth to give his penis the relief it wanted while mine was straining for the same. I was surprised how long Brad left his dick out of my mouth. I guessed Brad was feeling over-stimulated and wanted to slow down. It was awkward for me to kneel there, staring at Brad's dick in front of me while Sam continued to finger my hole and Cole watched everything unfold. Once Brad was done with his break, he did not ease back in to getting sucked. My face was quickly being fucked hard, and I thought I heard Brad and Sam talking about getting me worked up again. Sam's finger was still inside my body, and it slid in and out quicker and easier than when the penetration first started. My body still reacted to the invader, but it was not nearly as bad for me as it had been before. I could tell Brad was not responding as he had been prior to his break, and I worked hard on getting it back up to the level he was expecting. Sam also kicked it up a notch and was pushing in and out faster. I sensed that Brad's break had been too long and he was having trouble getting that feeling back a second time. "Start edging like you were before," Brad called out to me. I could tell he was trying to force the feeling that had been so easy to achieve before. I was hard and edging, but it was much easier for me to control this time. I was doing my part to get Brad back to the level of ecstasy he had just been at, but my best efforts were not getting the right response. We were no longer on the right track, but everything changed when Cole spoke up. "Try two fingers," Cole said to Sam. I was not sure I'd heard him right, but the immediate throb I felt in Brad's cock told me I was in store for something. "Two fingers," Cole repeated, but then continued, "the muscles in his ass have become used to having one, you need to add another to stretch it more. That will really get him going." There was a brief moment of pause as everyone, myself included, stopped to fully understand what Cole was suggesting. I was the first to fully understand and started my attempt at hollering and trying to pull away. My reaction cued Brad to the feeling he was about to get, so he held on tight, and I felt Sam pull out the one finger and start fiddling around as I tried to push away. It was Cole who stepped in and calmed me down. After putting his hand on the arch of my back and leaning in close to my head Cole whispered in my ear, "Hey... hey." Cole was calm and gentle, but firm and exuding his total confidence. My body calmed down first, but I was still hyperventilating around Brad's throbbing dick when Cole continued, "You're gonna be able to handle this... It may hurt at first, but once you get used to it I think you'll be moaning." My breathing turned into whimpering as I felt Sam start to take aim with what felt like two fingers in the same rubber. I let out a particularly loud sob as Sam let some saliva drop onto my ass, and Cole quietly spoke to me one more time: "I want to see you take this." "Yeah, and you lost the bet!" Brad said, and then shared the humiliating story of the bet with Cole. As the story was being told, Sam started using more force to push against my opening and I braced myself as best as I could. Brad's cock was absolutely thriving and pulsing in my mouth as Sam pushed more and more, and I was frozen in place. "He's tense," Sam announced, as if he had to explain his lack of progress. Cole leaned in for a bit of advice, "I think Sam's going to make it in, and it will probably hurt less if you don't fight it quite so much." I thought about it, but this was easier said than done. "Just focus on the sucking. Take your mind off of everything else." I was concerned that Cole had given similar instructions to Brad, and wondered if they had been talking. Though skeptical, I eventually gave in. I had a throbbing cock in my mouth, and just focused on getting Brad off. I felt it slide in and out of my mouth, and could feel the pulse of Brad's heart as each beat travelled through the organ. I brought my hand from my own dick up to Brad's balls, and could feel his testicles drawn up in the sack. The anticipation in Brad's body had been palatable since the moment Cole suggested two fingers be used in my ass, and he was starting to get back to how turned on he had been earlier. As much as I had not believed him at first, Cole was right in his advice to just focus on the sucking. It was actually soothing to focus on something I knew so well, and given the action I was performing with my mouth, soothing was a fitting description. I was startled by something touching my dick. It was Cole. He was using his finger to just poke at my cock head. Cole was poking the top of my head and pushing it down towards my knees against the natural position it goes in when erect. It was almost acting like a pump to get even more blood into my strained organ. I tried to pull away to stop Cole's access, but he knew I was permanently on the edge of orgasm so only touched it a few times before letting me rest. Despite the distraction, I redoubled my efforts to focus only on the sucking. Just as I'd become accustomed to Cole teasing my cock, I felt Sam's fingers touch the crack of my ass again. "Just suck," Cole softly called out to me when my body first twitched at Sam's touch. As if closing my senses to anything except Brad's dick in my mouth, I put everything else out of my mind. With my body relaxed after Sam's startling contact, Sam again reached forward with his condom covered fingers and just touched the outside of my hole. I did not tense up as much, but there was a noticeable reaction in my mouth that caused Brad to moan in pleasure. Sam added more spit for lube, and went back to my hole again and pushed around the outside of my back opening. Every time I would tense up a bit, Sam would slow down and wait until I was relaxed before resuming the steps he was taking. Wherever he pulled back once, he always succeeded on the second try. First it was just rubbing against my crack, then rubbing against the hole, and that turned into a firm pressure and pushing against the opening, and soon it was the tips of his fingers parting the lips. My mind being focused on sucking Brad helped, but even I was surprised that I had accepted what was happening. I did not let myself get distracted, and kept focusing on the very excited penis in my mouth. The tip of one finger eventually pushed itself into the opening, then again with a little more ease. With the tip of one finger sliding in, the tip of the second, shorter finger, found the entrance. I momentarily whimpered at the understanding that more stretching was about to happen, but concentrated hard on the feeling of Brad's throbbing dick as it pulsed out pre-cum against my tongue. As the second finger kept pushing more and more against my hole, it became harder and harder to concentrate. I started moaning and whimpering, but the increasing distraction did not seem to bother Brad. In fact, as Sam started pushing harder and harder with the second finger, Brad was holding my head still as his impossibly hard dick just sat there on edge. With the stillness at my front end, I started thinking about what was happening at the other end. I could feel Sam pushing firmly with his finger. My own cock throbbed in time with the one in my mouth. I felt a hand, I'm not sure if it belonged to Sam or Cole, push down firmly on the small of my back. The hand pushed to arch my back, and I guess change the alignment of my ass. In a daze I could not be sure who was saying what, but they were certainly talking about what was going on. Everyone was waiting, almost holding their breath, waiting for Sam to push in just a little bit further. I could feel the pressure of Sam's widening intrusion. It was firm and steady, and there was pain, but it was more of a numbing pain than a scream out loud pain, not that I could have screamed anyway. I could feel my sphincter giving way, and I'm sure Sam could feel it too. I was surprised when Sam pulled out, but he was just adding some more spit before getting back to work. Brad used Sam's pause to move my skull up and down for a few strokes, then stopped to hold me completely still as Sam made contact again. This time the first finger entered immediately, and the second parted the outer opening right away. With the help of the fresh spit, Sam was right back to the verge of completely entering and I raised my ass. My right knee came up off the ground just a little bit and my leg started twitching. At the same time my hand on Brad's balls shivered just a bit and my mouth went from complete stillness to a light suction as I braced myself for the final push. Sam started pushing harder, and the feeling was like a rush of drugs. I could feel he was very close to entering, and I wanted it to be over. Without any thinking I took a deep breath through my nose, rested back down on both knees, and felt my body completely relax. With Sam already being so close to getting the second finger in, my rush of endorphins and my subsequent relaxation allowed both fingers to push in, and once they made it past the sphincter Sam pushed them all the way inside. I vaguely heard the boys giving each other a play by play of what was happening, and Brad moaning his approval as my body thrived around his cock. In a matter of moments, I felt Brad's dick explode in my mouth. Shot after shot of his warm fluid covered my taste buds, and I swallowed quickly to allow for more. I could feel the base of his penis expand and contract against my hand, and I remembered Cole's advice to concentrate on the sucking so the rest would be ok. As Brad finished cumming, his body shuddered and I could tell he was completely spent. Not just the usual post orgasmic bliss, but I felt as if every shot of semen had been like climbing a mountain for him, and he had no energy remaining. I stayed on his cock while it twitched. I was almost unaware of Sam's fingers still lodged inside my ass. Brad was so out of it that it was Cole that pulled my head off his dick. Once Brad was free of my mouth, Cole sort of hip checked the rolling chair he was sitting in out of the way then moved into kneel in his spot. In my delirious state I was almost relieved to have another cock in front of me, especially the massive tool that Cole had ready for me. Cole did not push my head down on his dick—he didn't need to. I was ready to suck him, no condom, with my roommate watching and his friend sticking two fingers up my ass. I opened my mouth wide and still felt it being stretched by Cole's girth as he entered my mouth. I sucked with every bit of passion I could muster, and I could tell Cole had been very turned on by my performance even before I started sucking him. Even in the first few seconds, Cole was pistoning in and out of my mouth like a man who was ready to finish. I knew Sam and Cole would be leaving today, and I was genuinely sad that I would not be able to enjoy this spectacular cock any more. Even though Cole was going hard, I was trying to slow things down just a little bit. At Cole's encouragement, Sam was using both his fingers to slam in and out of my hole. I was trying to be the calm one in a room of very worked up guys. "He's gotten used to the fingers," Cole said to Sam. "Look, he's hardly reacting at all." Cole was right. My ass was not straining at all to accommodate Sam's fingers anymore. I had become accustomed to the invasion, and not only was it not a strain, it was borderline pleasurable to have something inside me. "Should I add a third?" Sam asked. "Nah, let's not do that." Cole said, and I was relieved. Sam and Cole mumbled on for a while, and I felt Sam withdraw his fingers. I now had the few extra moments I had wanted to suck Cole's dick. The flavour of Brad's cum was fading, and I could start to taste Cole's juices. My left hand reached for Cole's balls, and I enjoyed their feel in my hand. I was taking in every sensation I could while this was going on, and when Cole grabbed my head to start fucking my face harder, I was ready. I was not ready for the real reason he grabbed my head. I was not shocked to feel something at my ass again. I expected Sam would continue to finger me while I sucked Cole. It was as soon as the pushing started that I realized that it was not two fingers being pushed into me. I was pretty sure it was not three fingers either—this was something different—something wider. As if coming out of a fog I realized what was happening and my body jumped to escape. Cole had put his hands on my head to stop my getaway as Sam brought his hard dick up to the entrance to my ass. I was literally screaming for this to stop, but I was sufficiently gagged so that no meaningful sound was coming out. Just like when I had been sucking Brad, Cole was enjoying the feelings his cock was experiencing as my mouth quivered in fear. "Fuck dude," Sam said, "I don't think this is gonna fit. I mean, I'm pushing pretty hard and the head is just rubbing around his ass." There was a long pause as Sam fiddled around some more. Suddenly it felt as if there were an alignment of sorts, and the cockhead that had previously just been sliding up and down my crack was now almost in alignment with the opening. "Oh wow, yeah that feels good. Even if I don't make it in, that feels good." "Take your time, man," Cole said. "It can feel pretty good just lined up like that," Cole paused before adding, "plus, if you go too fast he's going to hurt too much to keep sucking." I sucked Cole harder and better as a "reward" for slowing Sam down. I did not want to be fucked. I would have stopped it, but I wanted to please Cole so badly that I didn't want to interrupt what was happening and disappoint him. To most people this would not have been a dilemma, but in my mind it really was. I could feel Sam rubbing at my crack, and pushing slightly at the opening. I knew he was not making much progress to actually enter me, but the head of his penis was absolutely pushing as if it wanted in. I was doing my best to focus on Cole's very aroused cock in my mouth, but as fascinated as I was with Cole, I think he was more turned on by the fact I was letting Sam do what he was doing. Both boys were making sounds of enjoyment as they took in the feelings I was providing. I tried to imagine what each boy was seeing. Cole would have had me facing him, and had a view of my head attached to his cock, my back and my prone ass, and I guessed he would also see Sam's cock sticking out lined up with my body. Sam, I thought, would have the better view. He would have been able to look at Cole's magnificent body and nice thick cock as my head bobbed up and down on it. Knowing how much Sam enjoyed watching me suck Brad on Skype, I guessed this would be a real treat for him. Cole spoke softly to me, "Reach back with your hand. Feel his cock." I still needed one had to support myself, so had to remove my hand from Cole's balls before hesitantly reaching back to feel Sam's dick. When I first made contact, I could feel Sam's head throb as it was pressed hard against the opening of my ass. The throb caused my hand to draw back, but Cole encouraged me to continue. "I want to see your fingers wrap around it." I reached back and touched Sam's condom covered cock again, and slowly, tentatively, reached my fingers around so that Cole would be able to see from above. I could feel both boys throbbing as my fingers completely encircled Sam's penis, and Sam groaned with pleasure, then started to shudder just slightly. In fear he was about to cum, I let go and pulled forward a few inches and his cock sprang up, free from the crack of my ass. My hand briefly touched my own cock, but realizing I could not withstand any stimulation I let go of myself and put my left hand down to the ground, shifted my position, and brought my right hand up to Cole's balls. They were much tighter up to his body than when I had let them go a few moments earlier. "I was really close there," Sam said to Cole. "It feels really tight, and I'm not even all the way in yet." "I'm close too, man," Cole said back to Sam, then after thinking for a few seconds he started giving me instructions again. "Grab his dick again; get it lined up with your hole." I did not want to do what Cole was asking me to do, but his dick was throbbing so much in my mouth I knew how badly he wanted me to put on a show for him. I found myself reluctantly letting go of Cole's balls and reaching back between my legs to find Sam's cock, which again pulsed at my touch. I froze, still not wanting to take the next step. "Line it up," Cole said as his dick continued to pulse between my lips and against my tongue. I bent Sam's cock down to what I imagined would be the right angle. The way Cole was talking to me was not the demanding way that Brad or Sam spoke to me. His instructions did not sound like orders, but more like a precise guide for what I should do if I wanted to please him. If Cole's tone had been different it would have been easier for me to say no, but because he was being what felt like respectful I found myself doing everything he wanted. "Now pull him towards you, just so it's touching," Cole said. Noticing my hesitation, Cole added, "just put the head at your opening, no further." I slowly pulled Sam's cock into place, Cole's dick throbbing while I guided Sam, and Sam's cock throbbing when he made contact. "Now move your hand back to his balls," Cole continued, as if he were following a well planned out script. As I strained to reach further back the suction in my mouth must have increased and I felt a gob of Cole's pre-cum as it spread across my tongue. My hand found Sam's balls and I felt him throb, once at first contact, then a few more times as my fingers reached around and held his nuts. My hand went still to ensure I did not over stimulate, and Sam continued to pulse from time to time at my ass while Cole's dick throbbed on a different schedule in my mouth. It was very strange having two independent sexual organs both showing their arousal against different parts of my body at the same time. Cole's hands held me at the back of my head right at the point where my spine started. I was being held gently, but from time to time Cole would caress my neck, almost encouragingly. I found my hand almost mimicking these actions to Sam's balls. To show how connected everyone was, I gently moved Cole's penis in my mouth, causing him to throb and caress my neck. Cole's caress caused me to roll Sam's balls in my hand which caused his dick to throb at the entrance to my ass. The throb of Sam's cock would cause a reaction in my mouth that would again stimulate Cole, and the cycle would start again. All of us were very turned on and the boys were only able to take small doses of stimulation if they wanted to prolong their pleasure. We stayed in this cycle for several minutes, and then on one of Sam's throbs his dick sprang free as if released by my crack. "Put it back in place," Cole calmly called out to me. I hesitated to release Sam's balls, but I eventually did. I took the opportunity to move my right hand back to the ground to take my weight, but quickly brought my left hand back to grasp Sam's throbbing pole and guide it to my opening. "You'll have to stay on it more," Cole said to me, "lean back into it so it does not escape like that. Just a bit more pressure." To do what Cole asked, it was not just a matter of having more pressure, it was just as important to have the cock head "trapped" in the dent around my hole; otherwise the added pressure would cause the cock to pop out again. I put the cock in place and leaned back to apply slight pressure. My hole was more pliable than I expected, and when I leaned back I felt Sam's dick head slide further inward than I intended. As soon as I realized that his head was actually parting the inner folds and was pushing through the sphincter, I stopped cold. Sam was throbbing wildly, and I could feel the pulses both in my fingers wrapped around the shaft, and in the partly buried head. Sam did not groan as much as he just exhaled with pure satisfaction, and I could sense Cole's sly smile of accomplishment just by the way his dick also pulsed. "By the balls..." Cole trailed off, but then clarified, "hold him by the balls again. Slide him back and forth using only his balls as your handle." I imagined that Cole figured if I was not holding the shaft I would have to keep Sam close. As far in as I felt Sam was when I froze, when I did what Cole asked and pulled him back I was surprised how little I could remove of him before being afraid his cock would pop free. I hesitated slightly, but drew Sam back towards me. Once the motion was started by slightly pulling Sam's balls forward, he started moving on his own. When I felt he was in far enough, I stopped pulling forward but Sam kept slowly moving inward. I discovered my error a few seconds too late. Instead of just no longer pulling forward I started pulling back on Sam's balls and leaning forward to escape, and hollering to stop. In the extra travel time Sam had gone in further than before, and it was still not past the o-ring before I started forcing his retreat. I pulled Sam back as far as I could and held him out for a few seconds. Cole's reaction showed me he was thrilled with what was happening, and he was quickly calling for me to go again. I waited until Cole asked a second time, and was careful to draw Sam forward very slowly. I felt him sliding in and quickly put it to a stop by pulling back on Sam's balls again. This motion was repeated several times, and I found that Sam was being cooperative by stopping when I went to pull back. After a while I was taking it for granted that Sam would not take things too far. I could tell he was still enjoying rubbing his dick up to my hole entrance, and I thought Sam might cum sooner if I let him in a bit further. Not all the way in, but I figured it wouldn't hurt anything if he was allowed in like he had accidentally been before. As long as Sam followed my tugs, everything would be fine. While I was thinking about how to get Sam off quicker, I wondered if I should draw him in little bits more one thrust at a time, or if I should stop, draw him in as far as he was allowed, then stop him so he knew the limit. I chose the latter, stopping Sam on an outward stroke, and then very slowly drawing him in. Cole loved what was happening, and I was proud to be causing him so much pleasure. At my other end, Sam moaned at the tightness he was feeling at this new depth. I still did not want Sam to fuck me, but my own dick throbbed as Sam's head pushed part way through the door. Once the new depth had been set, I pulled back on Sam's balls to bring him out again. I started the in and out motion slowly at first, but let things get faster in the hopes this would be what Sam needed to cum. Sam didn't need my hand on his balls to stop him anymore, so I just found my hand hovering around his balls, fondling them to give him more stimulation. When I was confident that Sam would not go further unless I pulled him in, I let my hand wander up to the shaft. At the same time, I felt Cole throb and wondered if he was watching my hand explore. I guessed Cole had been edging for a while now, and I was almost proud of every throb of his cock. It was while I had my hand on Sam's shaft that he pulled all the way out, leaving his throbbing pole in my hand. I pulled Cole's dick out of my mouth at the same time so the head was still being brushed by my lips and tongue. For the first time in what felt like forever there were no invaders in my body. I stroked Sam quickly hopeful that he was cumming, but I heard him spit, and a few moments later I found myself guiding his newly lubed up dick head back to the entrance to my ass. As soon as contact was made I released his shaft and went back to his balls to guide the depth. The fresh spit made things much more slippery and, dare I say, enjoyable. Before I realized it, a very audible moan escaped my mouth as Cole's cock bounced between my lips. I was embarrassed that everyone heard my obvious pleasure, and did not object as Cole pushed my head down to silence me. The slickness on his dick brought on new moans from Sam and a tightening of his balls. I was so glad this part was almost over, but regretted that when Sam came there was no doubt Cole would want to finish too. Sam started slowing his thrusts down. Cole had already been edging. I was beyond sexual frustration as my cock actually ached from being so hard. "Push in as far as you've been," Cole instructed Sam. I held Sam's balls tight to make sure he didn't go any further. I felt very plugged as Sam's cock throbbed with the head part way past my sphincter. "I can feel him spasm," Sam said to Cole. "It's like being deep in his throat, but, I dunno... tighter. And no gagging." Cole caressed the back of my neck so that I knew he was now talking to me. "Squeeze it for him." I didn't know what he meant. "Tighten your hole." I now understood and as I squeezed both cocks throbbed. "Now let it loose," Cole said. I did, and then repeated without being asked. Sam pulled out and went back in a few times to maintain his edging, and when he was in I would squeeze and release for him. As the head of his dick was parting the inner opening it occurred to me this was very similar to how I would massage the head of a penis at my lips. I would squeeze it gently, brush back and forth around it, and feel it throb between my lips—either set of lips. I pulled Cole's cock out to my lips and felt both dicks go through the same routine. The one at my mouth was so much bigger, but that opening was also much bigger. Realizing how similar both ends of my body were to a penis gave me a new understanding of how I could please the hard organ at my ass. Sam must have been very close as his balls were very tight and his dick was throbbing constantly. I wondered if he was going to shoot in the condom while at my hole. With Sam edging happily where he was, I focused on getting sucking Cole's thick dick. I started slowly going up and down again on Cole, feeling his shaft slide deep inside my mouth, and then be brought back for another lip and tongue massage for his head. Aware that my tongue was the main advantage I had for my mouth, I made sure Cole was able to enjoy the feel of it caress his nerve endings. As my lips stretched wide with each downward push, I wondered how tight it would be to have Cole pressing into me like Sam was. As if inspired by my private thoughts, I found Cole gripping tighter and pushing deeper into my mouth than I had been taking him. I was willing and able to take it more and more with each slow thrust that Cole made up until he was on the verge of cutting off my air. When Cole started forcing that deep, I needed him to slow down. It was this thought that was going through my mind when I pulled back from Cole's cock, and in doing so I inadvertently pushed back on Sam's dick. Pushing back even the inch I moved was all it took to force the head of Sam's dick the last little bit past my sphincter and into my ass. Just a little bit in at first, and then as if he had realized he was in, Sam leaned forward and pushed a few inches in as I felt his cock swell. This caused a scream from me, a groan from Sam, and a "Holy fuck!" from Cole as he felt my reaction. "I'm gonna cum!" Sam called out. Through pants, Cole spoke to Sam, saying "On his face, man... get it on his face..." Before I had even become accustomed to Sam's dick throbbing inside me he had pulled it out, ripped off the condom, and was on the right side of my face blasting his cum all over my cheek. Cole used his hands to spin my head sideways around his cock so Sam could get better coverage. While Sam was still shooting I felt Cole start to cum in his distinctive bottom to top style. Cole started shooting deep in my mouth but after two big blasts he started pulling out, blasting the third shot just as his head was passing my lips, and the final shots added to the big load that Sam and already left. I didn't even try to close my mouth, and just let the cum both shoot across and drip in my open face. My own dick throbbed knowing this was the time for release, but knowing it would be denied the pleasure. "Fuck, dude, look at him," Brad said. I had not noticed my roommate watching after I had sucked him off first. The boys all started talking about their experiences. 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