The flood quickly filled Brandon’s stomach, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His insides were burning, and yet JD was still cumming inside him. And JD was not a gentle cummer. As his body was wracked with pleasure, JD would buck his hips violently into Brandon’s hole, sloshing around the cum and demolishing Brandon’s prostate along the way.
At last the storm began to subside, and JD punched his dick into Brandon a few more times, shoveling his cum deeper and deeper into his guts. Just for good measure.
Thoroughly fucked, Brandon couldn’t keep the drool from slopping out of his slack jaw.
“That was great, wasn’t it, slut?” JD asked, fully not expecting an answer. “I’m going to dump one last load in here, but then I gotta bounce, kay? But don’t you worry -”
As if on cue, there was a heavy knock on the dorm door. Brandon snapped out of his revelry, clutching his fingers into JD’s muscled shoulders with fright. JD just laughed, supporting Brandon’s back with both hands to keep him in a tight bear hug, cock still nestled deep inside.
“It’s open!” JD called, and without hesitation the guests barged in. Plural, for there were several. Brandon couldn’t necessarily tell how many, blinded as he was without his glasses. But he certainly recognized a few of the voices.
“Damn!” one of them grunted, waving a hand in front of his nose. “It reeks of sex in here.”
“Hope yall don’t mind sloppy seconds,” JD joked, setting Brandon down onto his back. From that position, with his freshly cored-open hole exposed to everyone, JD really railed into Brandon. His thrusts were fast, consistent, and perfectly aimed. And even though Brandon knew JD was only trying to “dump a load”, he was quickly bringing Brandon to another orgasm.
“No!” Brandon huffed, barely able to catch his breath. “Not -OOF! not in front -OOF! of everyone! OOF! OOF! OOOOOH GAWD! Please! No – fffffffffuuuuuuuUUUCK!! Don’t make me -OOF! cum again! Daddy please! Please don’t make me cum again, Daddy! Don’t make me cum aga-aaaaaahhhh! AAAAAAHHHH!!”
It was too late. Brandon felt the unstoppable anal orgasm clutching him already. Even as JD buried deep inside him, dropping his load into Brandon’s guts, Brandon convulsed in another hands-free orgasm. Again, JD shoveled through his orgasm, making sure every spurt went in as deep as deep could go. After JD was done, Brandon burped loudly, the distinct taste of JD’s cum coating his tongue.
“Hey slut, say cheese!”
Brandon hiccuped, picking up his head, feeling dizzy.
“Ch- burp! Cheese…” There was a flash of light from somewhere in front of Brandon.
“Sick!” commented one voice Brandon definitely didn’t know.
“Okay now put up a peace sign this time.”
In a trance, Brandon obeyed, several more flashes of light going off this time. In the light of the photos, Brandon could see he was positively dripping with cum.
“Did someone say ‘sloppy’?”
“Sloppy is how I like ’em,” commented one familiar voice. JD was slipping his softening cock out, and not even seconds after Brandon was being filled up with another cock. “Fuck he’s warm!”
JD stood and slapped his softening, still eight-inch cock across Brandon’s lips. He instructed Brandon to “open”, which he complied, and JD squeezed his shaft to ooze out the last dregs of his nut into Brandon’s mouth. Still not satisfied, he wiped his dick with Brandon’s hair to clean it off.
“Have a fun time, everyone,” JD said, pulling his sweatpants up his legs.
“Everyone?!” Brandon squeaked, the realization dawning on him. His narrow vision seeing thick, dripping cocks no matter where he turned his head. Already hands were holding him down.
“B-b-but, but I… but I-HRMMPH! GGMMMPH! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLLLPGLRRRRK! HRRRRKKKKGGGGGG!!”
JD only scoffed, looking down at the ragdoll slut as he got manhandled by strangers twice his size in his own bed. The bitch had a cock in both hands, one down his throat, one already inside him with a second lining to double penetrate, and several more waiting in the wings. As he began shutting the door, he looked back through the sliver of light as it just caught Brandon’s pleading eyes.
Pleading. Pleading!
Pleading!
To come back.
To fuck him more.
To ruin him.
Like the slut he is.
Those huge doe-eyes brimming with tears as the dick that broke him walks away.
JD stuck out his tongue and waggled his monster cock tauntingly in Brandon’s direction as the door slipped closed, telling him to: “Cry about it, slut.”
Epilogue
Less than 72 hours later, JD was drinking coffee on a park bench when lo and behold, Brandon timidly walks up and sits next to JD.
“What’s up, Branny Boy?”
“I just… You said back when… that I would… well, um…”
Brandon slid his hand coyly up JD’s thigh, finding exactly what he wanted to find.
“JD…” a smile breaking out on Brandon’s hungry lips. “Thank you.”