Hi everyone who has been reading, I hope you've enjoyed your holidays so far. I'm sorry if any of you were disappointed by Joey not getting any action last time but I'm sure this story will rectify that so enjoy.
Disclaimer: Although ages are not stated, all characters are intended to be 18 and over. This story is based in a world where STIs don't exist and women merely exist for comic relief and breeding purposes so please fuck responsibly and respect women.
Lexxie =)
Episode 03: Brent Does the Ultimate Dildo
I wake up the same as any day; completely naked with last night's dildo on the verge of falling out of my hole. I've never let a guy actually sleep with me after we sleep together – it's way too personal for me. I prefer to sleep with the company of one of my favourite toys in my ass and Jay across the room.
Of course this morning, I'm still pissed that Joey was ignoring me for that ugly snob roommate of his. Not even a night in orgasm-town with my 10 inch black vibrating dildo had made me feel better. I am resigned to the fact that Joey was just clueless about how perfect he and Jay were together and how they should be boyfriends again.
I get Lance (my dildo) out of my ass and chuck it on the floor next to my bed. He failed his job of making me feel good so as far as I'm concerned, Jay can have him. I got up and decided to have a shower. Jay may be still snoring, but I know for a fact that some of the hottest footballers are early risers.
I step out into the hallway and start making my way towards the showers at the end of the hall. I may not have an amazing dick or be totally ripped but I have been told enough times to know that my ass is fucking spectacular. That's pretty lucky for me because I love to take so much that I was fingering myself before I knew how to wank. I get spanked more than once on my way to the showers but I'm used to it.
In the bathroom I'm greeted by the usual smells of steam, sweat and a whole lot of fucking. The footballers are kings at McAlister so they get the first choice in showers. Those without boyfriends usually go for the showers at the front so anyone walking past can admire the meat show and see if there's anything they want insider them.
The showers themselves are pretty plain, with three walls but no door, assembled in rows of eight that were back-to-back with another eight. These first sixteen showers are usually occupied by footballers and assorted hotties so I circle them looking for something I like. A fair few already have company like the big black guy impaling a skinny emo boy or the two footballers going at it like there's no tomorrow and it just makes me think of Joey and Casey and makes me more pissed off.
I walk past Dale Ellis, the football team captain and he winks at me. He's an arrogant bastard but he's probably the hottest guy at school and has the biggest cock I've ever had in me (with the exception of Joey's foot-long wonder).
The only problem with Dale is that his idea of foreplay is teasing you until you either leave or beg for him to fuck you.
"Well if it isn't my favourite bottom slut," he says as I step into his shower, "What could you possibly want?"
"Shut your face and fuck me," I tell him.
"All too happy to oblige," he replies.
Dale grabs me and lifts me up so our hardening cocks are level. I grab the back of his head and kiss him none too gently. While our lips mash together and our tongues roll over and under one another, Dale leans me back so that my shoulder blades are up against the shower wall and that my asshole is pressed against his erection and precum is smearing over my crack. I break away from the kiss and move my hands to his shoulders so I'm steady.
"Do it," I say, "You know you want it."
Dale's eyes are glazed over with lust but he still manages to reply, "Why can't all boys be like you?"
Dale puts one arm behind my back and one around his cock, positioning it at my hole. He smears precum over his ten inch hard-on and then doesn't waste any time in shoving it deep in my hole.