AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is Part Two in the Suite Seduction saga, a four-part series by kreme_filled. I apologize for the 4-year hiatus, but I hope this is worth it! This is a continuation of
Suite Seduction, Pt. I: An XXL Mystery
. For the best reading experience, please read Part One first. And as always, thanks for reading!
CONTENT WARNING: This story may contain themes of non-consent/reluctance and drug/alcohol use for fantasy purposes only. All characters are 18+.
Always
practice and respect enthusiastic consent.
SUITE SEDUCTION
Part Two: A Giant Risk
In a blink, it's mid-term. Barnaby South is suddenly buzzing with a new energy. It might just be the onset of Fall, but I think it's mostly just Halloween. There's suddenly a daring aura consuming everyone on campus. Halloween isn't even for a couple of weeks yet and still, it doesn't stop students from strutting around campus, half-naked dressed up as various superheroes or other spooky sexy clichés.
There's been a clear rise in libido as well. All the guys from the suite are out partying at least three times a week these days. Every night, they come back with tales of someone's sexual escapades be it their own or someone else's. By now, they have at least three frats they frequent, but none so infamous as "Delta Delta Tau" or as the guys called it, "DDT". I remember the twins mentioning it during our first month here but we never went during Welcome Week. Now, they'd all been to several DDT keggers. Except for me. Well, and Nick, whom we hadn't seen much of recently.
Despite this new and arousing season, schoolwork has had me bogged down for the past month, which is definitely a good thing as Nick has barely spoken a word to me since his dick left my mouth and I could use the distraction.
When Nick is on campus, he spends as much time outside the suite as possible. He opts to stay with friends or come home so late everyone is guaranteed to be asleep. All that said, I can still hear him sneak through our door in the early hours of the morning or snoozing his alarm hours after I've woken up to get ready for my day.
I figured it's best not to push. Besides, I had gotten what I wanted from him and more. But as hard as I try, I don't feel sated. There's an absolutely constant ache in my gut these days. I jerk off, rock hard but unable to cum, simply because nothing is sending me to the edge like the taste of Nick's perfect cock along my tongue. His sperm filling my mouth and dribbling over my lips. The haunting memories and the edging are torture and I need some relief before I do something reckless.
Luckily, since Nick has been so absent, I have the room all to myself and can use it to host guys all I want. As long as I'm stealthy about sneaking them past the other boys.
Today, I'm hosting a stocky, sexy full-framed guy I met on one of the apps. We've met a couple of times and now he has a vice-like grip on my skull, one hand securing my chin, the other forcing my head down on perhaps the fattest beer can cock I've ever taken. My nose nuzzles his plentiful bush as I breathe in his musk and remember that I still don't know this guy's name despite having eaten two of his loads this week in a continued effort to wipe Nick from my tastebuds.
I wet Stocky's length with more saliva, feeling the excess drip past my lips and fall down my chin, a gooey waterfall to the floor. The puddle of spit and precum becomes larger as I take more and more of his girth, glucking on the whole of him. I choke several times but Stocky holds my head firm each time until my spasms subside and I can return to my duty.
After several minutes, when I find myself in a puddle of my excess, Stocky announces he is going to cum. I barely manage a quick nod before he takes his fat head to the back of my throat. It pulses bulbously past my tonsils as he feeds me. This time, I somehow don't choke or gag at all. I manage to drink his load down like water from a faucet. He grins down at me with a full-bearded smile, his cock still halfway concealed in my mouth. I smile back, all lips of course, and swallow the rest of his load. He kisses me quickly before pulling up his pants and making to leave.
On his way out of the suite, he passes Trevor on the lounge couch, his strawberry hair characteristically damp with sweat from a workout, sans shirt or shorts, Airpods in, fully spreading his smooth thighs to allow his cock and balls some breathing room in his cheap cotton boxers. His eyes are peacefully closed and he doesn't seem to notice me or Stocky as we quietly pad our way to the door.
As we pass, Stocky takes a gander at Trevor's glistening physique. I notice his nose working, and I too sniff the air, noticing the unmistakable smell of ball sweat filling the space. Stocky looks at me with a pointed look and silently mouths "Oh my fucking god", his eyes rolling back in exaggerated arousal. I manage not to chuckle, but nod agreeingly as I playfully continue pushing him toward the door.
"Heyo Kylan—who's the dude?"
We both freeze. It's Trevor. Now he's standing in his full sweaty glory. His cock swings around in his cotton boxers as he makes his way around the couch. Stocky and I struggle to keep our eyes up.
"Oh, we were just playing Smash Bros!" I exclaim. Too fast and too loud.
"Okay, cool—not what I asked, but cool. Thanks for the invite, you little fucker," he scoffs teasingly.
I blush, feeling caught, horrified and so turned on taking in this specimen, now able to easily distinguish him from his twin. Though their identically sumptuous bodies and their mutual tendencies toward naturalism continue to provide me with endless jerk material.
Once again, I am in awe of my suite situation.
What a world of opportunity. God. Will this ever get old?
The too-long silence snaps me back to reality.
"Oh, yeah—this is my friend..." I trail off, realizing I definitely still don't know Stocky's name.
"Devon," Stocky introduces himself. And Devon smiles that beardy grin at me knowingly. He daps up my near-naked suitemate and I'm kind of taken aback by the show of masculinity from this man who had just spent the last half hour burying his bone in my throat.
"Hey Devon, I'm Trevor, Kylan's suitemate. He sucks. You come here often?" he says dryly, then chuckles, eyeing the two of us like Scooby searching for clues.
"Oh, I know he sucks," quips Devon.
I gulp.
"But I really just come by for some Smash—" he coughs "--Bros." He snorts. "And a couple of other times-- to drop off something for Kylan. That's what I was doing just now," Devon says, shrugging.
Trevor has an unfamiliar kind of grin but seems surprisingly... taken?
"You got a good friend, Kylan. Stop being so lazy. Walk your ass across campus."
"Oh, don't worry—I worked hard for those drop-offs."
This doesn't quite land amongst their banter. Trevor looks at the two of us quizzically, clearly unsure what to make of that. I bite my tongue.
