Erik's dreams were interrupted by his crush's ass engulfing his morning-wooded cock.
His eyes opened to the sight of a hairy back lowering itself onto him -- a winking pink asshole rapidly disappearing as it slid onto his dick.
Even though his back was to Erik, he could tell that the man he was having sex with was Isaac, his friend and heretofore unrequited infatuation.
Erik had met him at the beginning of the semester as a classmate in the dialog seminar the university required all students to take. It was supposed to open them up to other perspectives, but Erik thought it was pretty useless.
Isaac thought much the same, so the two took to spending class chatting at the back of the room. They shared an interest in football and usually spent the class discussing the outlook for their respective fantasy teams.
The two maintained a flirtatious vibe throughout, Erik had believed. At least Isaac had not shied away from their conversations after Erik made suggestive comments about certain football players he enjoyed fantasizing about.
After months of attempts to suss out his friend's sexuality, Erik had come out to him. With barely any reaction at all, his friend had returned to the subject of sports -- leaving the question of his sexuality completely unresolved.
That is, until Erik's current predicament.
His hard penis grew harder as the pressure of a tight asshole surrounded it. The muscles of Isaac's glutes strained to keep the sophomore aloft in the air.
Pulling himself off the dick and starting to descend back down, the cold air of the dorm room hit Erik's exposed penis, which missed its warm new home.
The pace of his friend's bouncing ass accelerated -- the springs of Erik's bed creaking a cacophony he feared would be heard across the floor of the dorm.
Despite the distracting pleasure from his nether regions, Tom managed to grab Isaac by the waist and spin him on Erik's dick so they faced each other. The twisting motion of his classmate's bowels made Erik flinch with gratification.
Isaac's hard dick hit Erik's bellybutton with a thud. It was draped in the same platinum blonde hair that sat atop of Isaac's head and colored the thin goatee he wore.
Barely missing a beat, Isaac rode Erik's dick while moaning unintelligibly. With each gyration his cock bounced back and forth -- alternating smacks between each of their stomachs.
The display was nearly hypnotic for Erik, who felt his virgin cock tighten in anticipation of a blown load. Somehow he managed to articulate the only thought he had been able to formulate since he had been awakened.
"What are you doing in my room?" he dumbly asked while his friend pinched his nipple.
"To fuck you," he repied nonchalantly while going in for a kiss.
Erik batted him away reluctantly.
"Can we slow down for a minute?" Erik pleaded -- forcing the power bottom to slow his fucking.
"I didn't know you were gay. Or even liked me. I'm not saying I'm not enjoying this... but... what the fuck is going on?"
Isaac's bouncing slowed to a halt even as Erik's dick remained fully entrenched in his friend's ass. Despite this, Isaac seemed perfectly content to hold a conversation from this position.
"I woke up this morning and I realized I was gay. I knew you were gay. I like you. I think you're hot. And I knew you were just a floor down," he answered with a flirtatious wink.
"Wait. You 'realized you were gay' this morning..." Erik said -- confused by his friend's answer.
"Well, it's what Aaron wants me to be."
"Who's Aaron?"
Before Isaac could answer, Erik's phone rang. Torn between being grateful for the distraction and disappointed that his first sexual experience was being interrupted, Erik forced Isaac to dismount his cock and he answered the phone.
"Dad?"
Escaping his ruined clothes, Tom felt good about his body for the first time in his life -- his father's cum giving it a heavenly glow.
As a straight guy he had a hard time believing he was attractive. His short stature and pale white skin prevented the suaveness others used to woo ladies.
But now those same features made him the perfect twink. He could be the boy whose little ass could make all the big, strong daddies come calling. His alabaster skin the perfect canvas for their cum.
And he had God himself to thank. Aaron gave him the gift of homosexuality and the deity had even been generous enough to give it to Tom's father as well. By the grace of God, Tom hoped every man would see the light and suck some cock.
While his dick had softened since he had blown his father, it returned to full mast at the thought of Aaron. Tom admired himself and imagined how proud Aaron would be of him. He had sucked cock like an expert and the cum dripping from his face was proof.
Despite having come to the bathroom to clean the cum off his body, Tom decided that he much preferred how he looked with it splattered on his face. From then on he was determined to wear his father's cum with pride wherever he went.
He had nothing to be ashamed of.
Instead, he took to jacking himself off while admiring his physique. The belly and butt that he had previously derided as unattractive and too large in proportion to his body now seemed like perfect cushions for an ass being destroyed by an army of dicks.
Tom imagined Dad opening his asshole wide so his monster would fit between those pearly white cheeks. While one hand jacked off, the other explored behind him -- sliding a finger into his uncharted asshole. The subsequent pressure felt oddly right and Tom found himself nearer to cumming as more knuckles invaded his ass.
The figure in his fantasy transformed from his father to a mysterious phantom. Tom realized this man must be Aaron.
In his mind's eye, Tom imagined Aaron to be a man in his early thirties with long brown hair cascading down his shoulders. He realized his idealized Aaron was a Christian knockoff of God. But Jesus was incredibly sexy too.
"Beautiful," a voice thundered as Tom managed to fit three fingers in his ass.
He opened his eyes to see Dad at the doorway. He was still naked -- his flaccid penis swinging between his knees as he walked.
Coming behind Tom, they both stared at the lovely family portrait in the reflection of the bathroom mirror -- a father's head nestled on his son's shoulder and a son masturbating with a hand up his ass.
"Don't mind me. I just want to watch the show," said Dad.
Tom resumed jacking off while a torrent of chills slid down his spine. He felt his father's dick just below his ass.
From behind, Dad kissed Tom's neck -- smearing his beard with his own cum that was drying on his son's face.
