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Author's note:

This story does include piss-drinking. If you don't want to read that you can still enjoy this to almost the very end, there will be an obvious break. If you do want to read that sorry for the spoiler, but people don't look at tags.

I was pretty excited. I kind of couldn't believe someone had responded to my post. Well, a lot of people responded but only one with what I was actually looking for and that actually agreed to meet. I'd posted before but never gotten any real bites and was starting to think I wouldn't find what I was looking for.

I'm 35, which seems like it's a bit of a dry age to meet up. Not old enough to be a sexy "daddy" and not young enough to entice either the older men or the twenty-somethings. I'm handsome enough, tall and skinny with a nice cock and round ass, neither of which were really relevant to my search this time. Typically I top but I'll flip if I'm comfortable with a guy. That, and from time to time I get a craving for college stud cock. I had put up a post on a hookup subreddit and after wading through the slew of older men begging for head and submissive married men who wanted to talk themselves off and never actually meet, I finally got a response I was looking for. A guy claiming he was messaging me for a group of college sophomores in an off-campus apartment, all looking to get serviced.

The stories were typical, but I didn't really care what their reasons were. Two single guys, and two with girls who didn't swallow. Maybe that was true, or maybe they were just horny and were willing to take any warm hole that offered itself up. Well, I had one, and I was offering. Or maybe there was only one guy or maybe the others didn't know what he'd done. I took the chance because I didn't think I'd get it again. We exchanged photos and a quick reverse image search at least proved the guy responding didn't just pull them from the internet. I had hopes it was all legit.

It wasn't my first reddit hookup, but I was still a little nervous. I'd never sucked a group off, and wasn't sure how it was going to go down. Would I take care of them one at a time or would they want to all get blown together? I was up for either, I just wanted that college cum.

From their messages, the four of them were all decent looking. I didn't get any nudes but that's ok. The one messaging me was a swimmer on the college team, 20, around 5'8'' with short blonde hair and toned legs. He said his name was Thomas and though he was still dating the same girl from high school, he'd never actually finished in her mouth. One roommate was his workout buddy, pretty short but also pretty muscular. Jeffery was recently single and apparently pretty pent up. He was 19 and I figured he wouldn't stay single for long. Will was pretty skinny from his photo, more of an alt kid, jet black hair and a couple arm tats. I say "kid," but he was 20 as well and supposedly his current girl wasn't nearly as horny as he was. And then there was Kyle, 19, a bit chubby but not bad looking. Long brown hair not unlike my own, but his photo had him in a baggy hoodie and cargo pants, hands in pockets. Thomas said he's pretty quiet and shy and thinks he's actually a virgin, but I was hoping I could bring him out enough to get him off. I definitely had a little bit of extra excitement at the potential to be his first blow job.

I shut off my truck and took a deep breath to settle myself. My cock was straining against my jeans; I didn't expect to get off but I knew once I got back home I was going to have some serious pressure to let out. I re-read the last message one more time. "Unit A17. Park anywhere. Door will be unlocked, just knock and come on in. Maybe lock it behind you lol."

It was a small complex of townhomes, pretty decent living for college kids but nothing opulent. I suppose it might have been a little cramped with four guys, but I was about to find out. I turned the phone on silent and slipped it and my keys into my pocket, knocked, and walked in.

The door opened into a short hallway and I heard several male voices quiet down. I shut and locked it behind myself, heart in my ears, and walked in. The hallway opened up to a living room with a futon and a couple camping chairs- standard college kid furnishings. I smiled at how similar it was to how my own college apartment had been set up. Three guys were sitting there, looked like Thomas and Jeffery on the futon with Will in a chair. There was a chorus of half-croaked "hey's" from the boys. They were probably more nervous than I was. The two on the futon jumped up when I walked in, like they were welcoming a guest and not getting ready to get their rocks off in an internet stranger's mouth.

"Just you three?" I asked, trying to sound hopeful rather than disappointed, not wanting to sour the mood.

Thomas was quick to reply, explaining that Kyle was still up in his room. I took a moment to take the three guys in. The two muscular ones were in almost matching loose ripped tees, the sleeves cut out to the point that their entire sides were exposed, and dark gym shorts. Thomas was sporting a pretty obvious tent, I wondered if he was wearing anything under them. If not, he was moderately hung, which suited me just fine as it meant I'd be able to take it easier. Jeffery had a bulge as well, though not sticking straight out like his buddy. Will was in black skinny jeans and a long black t-shirt for some band I didn't recognize.

"Do you think he still wants me to-" I didn't finish.

"Yeah he said he's down, but I think he wants to be last and you'll just have to find him in his room upstairs. It's got some kinda science poster on the door, he's a nerd," he said with a nervous chuckle.

Anxious to get to it I decided to be direct.

"Well if Kyle is last, who's first?"

"Dibs!" Thomas shouted, unabashedly dropping his shorts to his ankles.

His cock sprang up and thudded against his abs before sticking straight out in front of him, hard as steel and pulsing with his heartbeat. His body was hairless, shaved or waxed for swimming, and he was lithe and toned. His cock looked a little below average, honestly, but it was nice and straight and had a pretty mushroom head. Jeff followed his lead, though a little slower, taking his shorts and boxers to the floor. He was thick, his cock and his thighs. He obviously did not skip leg day. I wasn't sure I'd be able to throat him but I was certainly going to try.

Will groaned and rolled his eyes.

"All right well I'm not gonna sit here and stare at your gay asses while you get blown," he said, then looked at me. "My door has a couple band stickers on it, I guess just come on in when you're done with these shit heads."

I watched for a moment as he got up and walked off, his skinny jeans betraying both a big dick and a nice ass. I wondered if he might let me rim him. He's cute as fuck, I thought.

The others didn't hear or ignored his insults as he walked up the stairs, and I was eager to get to business. I walked the final few steps towards them, standing between the two guys still in front of the futon and their cheap coffee table. I was taller than both, though at 6'2'' that wasn't unusual for me, but my eyes were on their dicks.

"So uh, how should I-"

I didn't wait for him to finish before I grabbed the two cocks in front of me, one in each hand, and gently tugged. All three of us moaned, the heat from their tools warm in my hand. Their skin was so soft, so smooth, incongruous to the hard throbbing arousal beneath the surface. I let go of Jeff and slid my hand underneath Thomas' nuts, gently cupping the hairless sack, feeling his balls shift in my palm. My initial appraisal was right, he was probably around 5 inches rock hard, but it clearly didn't affect his confidence and it just meant I could take him to the hilt.

I got on my knees while he stood there, meaty head right at eye level and glistening at the tip from precum. Without hesitation I licked it, trying to scoop as much of that fluid out of his slit as I could. It almost wasn't salty, nearly sweet. I couldn't wait to get his full load.

"Oh fuck," Thomas grunted, grabbing at the hem of his shirt and pulling it up.

I didn't need to look up, I could tell his eyes were on me as I savored his cock. Next to us Jeffery sat back down on the futon, absently squeezing himself as he watched and waited for his turn. One hand still stroking his incredibly smooth sack, I lifted Thomas' tool up and ran my tongue from the base to to the tip, making sure to give a little extra pressure at the sensitive spots where his dick and balls meet, and the "money spot" just under the head. That elicited a shiver and a moan from the swimmer stud.

I pulled back a little and slid my hands around to caress his thighs, then reached around and grabbed his ass. His cheeks were as hairless as the rest of him, I was sure now that he waxed, and were very toned and firm. Holding on I opened my jaw wide and buried him in my mouth, not touching his shaft until my nose was pressed against his bare pelvis, the tip of his cock just poking into my throat. I closed my mouth, wrapping my lips around his base and pressing upwards with my tongue.

"Hoooollly fffffuhhh" was all he could get out.

I heard an appreciative "damn" from Jeffery sitting back on the futon, and glancing over I saw he had leaned forward so he could see what I was doing around his buddy's butt. I would have said the same myself if my mouth hadn't been full of 20 year old cock. In our back and forth I'd asked that everyone shower sometime that day I got there, and while it was clear he had I suspected he may have done some working out to keep his mind off our meetup. He tasted amazing, just a hint of masculine musk. A very natural scent and taste from a little bit of sweat and I loved it.

Thomas clearly didn't know what to do with his hands as I started to work my throat on his head. He put them on his hips, then was holding his shirt up to watch. For a moment he put one on my head like he was going to start fucking my face, but then he removed it, unsure. I could feel his stomach almost heaving, breathing hard. I pulled back, lips tight around his veined shaft, keeping my mouth sealed around him and stopped with just the head in. My tongue flicked his tip as I applied suction, drawing another groan from the college stud.

I started bobbing my head, blowing him in earnest. One hand still on his taut ass, the other back to cupping his balls. With my index finger I stroked the underside of his nutsack, moving backwards to gently push against the soft skin of his taint. I looked up at him as I worked his cock with my lips and his eyes were closed, mouth open. I watched him as I moved my finger farther and farther back, a little at a time, looking for a reaction as my fingertip finally found his puckered hole. I left it there, just resting against his waxed ring, while I serviced his tool. I could feel it crinkle and twitch as I sucked his cock, his whole body spasming every time I hit a sensitive spot. He didn't object, but I didn't push any harder. A lot of guys would enjoy some backdoor stimulation if they were open to it, but somehow a finger in the ass was "too gay" while getting your dick sucked by a man in front of your pantsless buddy was not.

I felt Thomas' balls shift pulling tight against his body. I knew he was close. As fun as it could be to edge, I was there for his load and I was going to get it. I didn't stop, didn't change rhythm, pressing my tongue upwards against the bottom of his shaft and taking his whole rod with each stroke of my mouth. His cockhead swelled, bumping the back of my throat. My hand twitched- really an honest mistake- and my finger pushed inside his anus, the swimmer boy's tight tushy squeezing my fingertip but not tight enough to keep me out. My digit slid in just to the first knuckle. He exploded in my mouth, his legs shaking.

"Oh FUCK yeah, fuck, ssshhhhiiiittt, unnnhhh."

His incoherence told me I was doing a good job just as much as the third, fourth, fifth blast of cum in my mouth did. I was almost struggling to keep up, to swallow it all and not let any out of my mouth. The warm load was almost sweet, surprising for an athletic type, I figured it would have been bitter from a diet heavy on the meat. My throat tingled a bit as I eagerly gulped it down, filling my stomach with my first shot of college stud semen of the day.

Finally his cock quit pulsing between my lips. I pulled my finger out and withdrew until only his head was in my mouth. Gripping his base, I squeezed up his shaft, sucking the last of his cum out and swallowed, pulling off of his cock with a loud pop, a single strand of saliva bridging us for a moment. He was still hard, not deflating in the slightest. I wondered if he could go a second round, but I wanted to get to the other guys first.

"Feels better inside, doesn't it?" I said, looking up at him.

"Guh, uhh. Fuck." was all he could get out, sitting down on the futon.

He didn't pull his shorts up, dick sticking straight up from between his legs. Thomas' eyes were half closed, still in an orgasmic daze. I smirked and shuffled on my knees to the left, getting in front of the next stud, Jeffery.

"Ready?" I asked, though I knew this answer.

Jeffery's thick tool was leaking precum, his entire head glistening with it.

"Yeah man. Uh. I'm kinda pent up, I might not last long. Sorry."

"Don't apologize big guy. That's what I'm here for. Just relax."

I put my hands on his thighs, massaging, groping the firm muscles in his hairy legs. Gently, I pushed them apart. Resting my forearms on his thighs, I scooted forward between his knees and opened wide, getting his thick head in with only a little strain on the jaw. He moaned immediately and I felt his cock jump, the head swelling for a moment as my warm, wet lips took him in. I flicked his tip with my tongue, eagerly licking the precum off, the salty fluid mingling with my saliva to make his skin slick.

Wrapping my hand around the base of his girthy cock I slowly lowered my head, taking him in inch by inch. I swirled my tongue around him, pressing up against the spot just below his cockhead, running it up and down the underside of his veined meat. He was a good inch longer than Thomas, but was way thicker. I was right, I wasn't going to be able to throat him. It didn't seem like in his state that would be much of an issue.

Since I knew he wasn't going to last anyway, I didn't bother trying to work him slowly, deciding to go for gold and get him off hard and fast. With one hand I pressed downwards on his pubes, the area just above his dick. With the other I circled a finger and thumb around his hairy sack, between his big orbs and the base of his dick, tugging downwards as I started blowing him like I meant it, bobbing my head up and down in his lap.

He was right. It was not much more than 30 seconds, maybe a minute before he put his hands on the back of my head and announced his impending ejaculation. He didn't push hard, his bulbous tip blocking my throat each time I made it to the bottom, and he came. Pent up or not, his load wasn't as big as Thomas' had been. That surprised me based on the size of his balls, but maybe he'd jerked off earlier in the day. The first two shots had pretty good pressure and I hungrily swallowed them down. The rest sort of oozed out of his tip, coating my tongue and the roof of my mouth before I could get that into my stomach as well. His dick began to shrink and once it was a little bit softer I pushed my head all the way down, popping it into my throat, allowing me to take the last of his load directly down.

I held there for a moment, making sure I'd drained him fully, before releasing him and coming up for air. I wiped the remnants of his cum and my spit off my lips on the back of my forearm and looked at the muscular young man sitting in front of me.

"You really needed that, huh?" I asked with a smile.

"Uhn. Fuck, I did haha. Felt great man, thanks."

Though he had started to lose his erection as soon as he came, it didn't go all the way down, the semi soft meat pole pulsing with his heartbeat. Standing up I looked back to Thomas who was still rock hard, though his hands were at his sides, not touching himself at all.

"You boys think you could go another round?" I asked them.

"Hell yes!" Thomas excitedly exclaimed, starting to stand again. Jeffery also replied in the affirmative.

Holding a hand out to stop him, I said "Easy stud. Everyone gets one before anyone comes back for seconds. You two chill and I'll give you another when I come back down all right?"

"Oh, uh yeah! Sure!" Thomas was momentarily disappointed at having to wait, but then excited again.

"All right. I'll go get your buddies squared away and then you can nut again, stay hard for me."

I headed up the stairs. My own cock was as hard as Thomas', straining in my jeans to get out and get off. Hell I might have to see if the guys downstairs were cool with letting me crank one out while I took them a second time. The stairwell and landing were dark. I suspected they might never turn the hall light on; college guys... There were five doors in a short hallway, only two were closed. I could see a bathroom and a pair of small bedrooms through the open doors. The closest one to me had a number of stickers, all with different fonts and what were clearly alt or indie band names.

Will had said to just come in, so I knocked softly and opened the door. He was laying on his bed reading a magazine with "SK8" on the cover in a fat graffiti font. He hurriedly put it down, looking a little nervous.

"H-hey. I guess I'm next huh?"

His bulge betrayed his interest.

"Yep, your turn. You can stay laying on the bed, or stand up, sit on the edge, whatever feels comfortable." I responded as I closed the door behind me. "Girl not taking good enough care of you?" I asked.

"Oh, I mean. She's fuckin hot and all, just. I guess she's not into as much as me you know? Just kinda. Vanilla."

He was getting off the bed as he said that, fumbling with the studded belt on his jeans. My eyebrow went up when he said his girlfriend was "vanilla," wondering what kinky fun he longed for that she wasn't into. I took a quick glance around the room to see if I could catch anything obvious. There was a bottle of lube next to the lamp on his nightstand, but that didn't tell me much. Could be for using with his lady, or he jerked off with it. But maybe.

"Here, hold on. I'll get that."

I took a couple steps to position myself in front of him and grabbed hold of his belt, pulling it free of the buckle. He stood there, just looking down as my hands unbuttoned his black jeans, but then he looked up. His blue eyes, only partially hidden by a sweep of his black dyed hair, looked into mine. I hadn't expected eye contact from any of the boys; guys can get so awkward about it, not wanting to be "gay," just wanting to get off. I didn't mind that honestly, I understood. His eyes were really quite pretty, and he bit his lower lip, fiddling with the ring piercing it. I smiled, not breaking his gaze, as I pulled his zipper down and then slid my hand under the waistband of his underwear to wrap my fingers around his cock.

"Holy fuck," I said, voice breathy, "you're hung like a damn horse. No wonder you're not getting laid enough, I bet your girl can hardly take this monster."

He laughed nervously and I let go, already missing the heat of his massive tool in my palm. His dick was bigger than mine and I was certainly above average. Hell I wasn't sure I would be able to take that monster. I got to my knees and grabbed a belt loop on each side, pulling them down slowly, watching as his pubes came into view. He shaved, or waxed, or something, but left a strip down the middle of thick curly hair. At last I released his beast, the nine inches of meat springing upwards before sticking lewdly out in front of him, pointing almost aggressively at my face. I reached around behind him to peel his tight jeans off, unashamedly copping a feel of his pale round ass as I did.