T-Rizzle - Spring Break

Spring break, 2008, my senior year of high school, I had made plans with my friends to road trip to Miami. My parents put a kibosh on that. Instead, they insisted I visit my older sister, Meghan, at Emory University where she was a sophomore. I told them I’d rather be dead than hang out with my sister for spring break, but they insisted and under protest, I took the 2-hour drive from  Chattanooga, Tennessee all the way down to Atlanta.

The upside was my sister was not the innocent little blonde girl and “good influence” my parents think she is. She was sneaking out of the house to party with her friends as soon as one of them was old enough to drive. I've caught her smoking weed and drinking with her friends a few times, I've also seen her stress over more than one pregnancy test. I could never understand how she could do something as dumb as have unprotected sex with guys she's only dated for like…a week. I know she’s currently secretly dating a 23-year-old frat guy and her GPA is barely a 2.5 because she’s always staying late or overnight at his dorm.

I drove down on Friday after class, giving me until the following Sunday to drive back. Meghan told me to park my car at the house her boyfriend lived at and she would pick me up. That way I didn’t have to pay for parking and wouldn’t have to move my car every day if I didn’t want to. How convenient for her, the boyfriend is within walking distance to her dorm.

Friday was a wash, I didn’t get to her boy-toys place until after 10 pm and then we didn’t get to her dorm until after midnight because she was “talking” with her boyfriend while I waited for her to be ready to go. I’m pretty sure she was getting railed. Meanwhile, I waited in the living room playing Halo with his roommates. Big Will and Avery. There was also a guy they called Zombie, who I guess was their weed dealer who stuck around to play a few rounds, or at least that’s what I picked up from context clues.

Big Will was cool, a massive black dude who was going to Emory and then planning to go to med school after. Avery was a much smaller black guy, smaller than me and I’m 5’8”, he was doing something with political science. Zombie was doing nothing with his life, but he was hilarious and an awesome Halo teammate. He also let me take a few hits off his weed every time we won.

“Don’t tell your sister, I seen her take down bigger guys than me for doing shit she don’t like,” Zombie laughed.

I couldn’t help but laugh, Zombie was about 6’ and pretty lean, but you could tell he was all muscle. His medium-length box braids pulled back in a ponytail made me think he was too nice of a guy to take on my sister should he need to. I blew out the smoke, “Yeah, well, Meghan can be shockingly tough,” I tried my best to not go into a coughing fit and passed the joint back to him.

We played two more rounds and my sister tramped back down the stairs, hair looking like it was rubbed into the mattress for the last two hours, all static puffed and unbrushed, very not my sister.

“Let’s go shithead,” she joked.

“Hold up, T-Rizzle needs to play another round, we’re about to win,” Zombie said.

“T-Rizzle?” Meghan looked at me confused.

I shrugged, “I don’t know, it was the name attached to this player,” I tried to explain as we went into our final battle.

She huffed, “Ugh, hurry up.” Then disappeared into the kitchen.

A couple of minutes later I got the final kill, Zombie and I stood, doing a chest bump like we’re old friends and then he called Big Will and Avery losers. Zombie offered me another toke of his joint which had become our celebratory tradition over the last two hours.

I smiled, whispering, “Can’t, Meghan would murder me,” I chuckled.

He nodded, grinning, “I got you, I have an older sister too,” he laughed. “I’ll hook you up next time.”

With that, I went back with my sister to her dorm and had the most boring weekend ever. She introduced me to a bunch of her friends, they all treated me like their own little brother. I had to sleep on the floor of her dorm room because Meghan didn’t feel comfortable with me sleeping on the couch like I was going to sneak out or something.

When Friday came around I was ready to go home. I was annoyed that spring break wasn’t me on the beach hooking up with hot girls in bikinis, instead, it was me sleeping on the floor next to my sister, oh, and attending classes that I didn’t get any credit for. Most frustrating, I couldn’t even jerk off because of the living situation and the shared showers on the floor. Thankfully they were not co-ed, that would’ve killed me. Even still, I couldn’t jerk off in there because these old dorms have open showers like my high school gym. It keeps the turnaround quick though because none of the guys linger.

After Meghan’s last class on Friday, she came back to the dorm and got changed. She said we were going out. Finally, some fun. So I put on a ribbed black t-shirt, a cool necklace, some baggy black jeans, clean boxers, and some gel in my hair to have my best chances of getting laid with a college girl. Despite looking like a 15-year-old with my baby face, I was optimistic. I hoped my blonde hair, blue eyes, trim body, and being with my sister would get me to at least second base with one of her hot friends.

Of course, my sister dressed like she was going to be dancing on the pole at the local titty bar. Then she dropped the bomb that we needed to swing by her boyfriend's house before “we all go out.” I couldn’t roll my eyes harder at the idea of going out with her and her boyfriend.

After an hour of listening to her fight with her boyfriend, Big Will asked if I wanted to go out with him and Avery to grab some pizza. I shrugged, gestured towards the yelling upstairs, and then folded my arms.

“Nah bruh, they’ll be up there fighting for at least another hour,” Avery looked at his watch.

“And then they’ll make up and go to pound town,” Big Will joked and held out his fist for Avery to pound.

“Ugh, that’s my sister,” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, so you don’t want to be here to hear it, trust me,” Big Will said, making eye contact with Avery who was grinning and quickly nodding to agree.

Out the door we went, walking passed three pizza places with the promise that they knew “the best one.” 

After about twenty minutes of walking, we finally walked into an old hole-in-the-wall pizza spot where it seemed like Big Will was friends with the guys working since they had their unique handshake.

In the back, we sat at a table that already had a couple of guys eating, one I recognized as Zombie.

“Yo, T-Rizzle,” he gave me a fist bump. “This guy is dangerous on Halo,” he told his friends. “T-Rizzle, this is Skills and Rashone,” he said pointing at them respectively.

“Yeah well he looks like 21 Jump Street,” Rashone joked.

“Nah, he’s Meghan’s lil bro,” Zombie told them, picking up a half-eaten slice off his plate.

“Oh damn, that lily-white girl is a tough cookie,” Skills joked.

“That’s cuz she got some black in her,” Rashone added, clearly referencing Meghans' boyfriend.

“How bout you T-Rizzle?” Skills asked me.

“Huh?” I didn’t understand the question.

“He don’t, not yet,” Zombie winked at me.

“Ok, ok,” Skills nodded, his tight, short braids bouncing as he did.

Big Will came back with a whole pizza pie, “Here we go.” He dropped the pan on the table with a loud slap.

We all ate and then walked a couple of blocks to a sketchy area that turned out to be an apartment complex where Skills and Zombie lived. 

Zombie insisted on a rematch of Halo against Big Will and Avery. He set it up and we all smoked a bowl before we got going. 

After a few rounds Avery had to leave so Rashone rotated in.

Skills broke out a cocktail he liked that was just Southern Comfort and Dr. Pepper, which was a shockingly smooth drink. I had only had beer at parties with my friends, so I was unaware of how easy it is to drink cocktails and how hard they would sneak up on you.

Between rounds, Zombie kept passing around his bowl and I kept taking hits, I was pretty fucked up by the time Big Will had to leave and Skills rotated in.

“T-Rizzle, I’m gonna fuck that lily-white ass up,” he laughed, taking the controller.

I sipped my freshly refilled drink, “Bro, you can’t handle this,” I stood, spilling my drink on my jeans.

They laughed at me, Zombie went and grabbed me a towel, “here, take your jeans off and I’ll toss ‘em in the dryer,” he said.

I struggled to kick my shoes off, trying not to fall over. I wrapped the towel around my waist and tried to get the wet jeans off without losing the towel but I lost my balance when the jeans wrapped around my ankles and the towel fell off as I fell back onto the couch. The guys laughed at me and I gave up on the towel, as I tugged haphazardly at the cuffs until I got myself untangled. “There,” I heard myself say with a huff, pushing them to the side with my foot.

“I got you T-Rizz,” Skills said, bending over to pick up my jeans and walking into the other room.

I picked up the towel and laid it over my lap, picked up my controller, and slurred the words, “let’s go ladies.”

We played a few more rounds, had another drink, and smoked a little more. I was unaware how wasted I was, but I definitely felt good and the guys really kept egging me on.

After our next win, Zombie took a hit off his bowl and then didn’t pass it to me. I felt offended, deeply offended, like he was suddenly treating me like a little kid. “Yo, passsss it this way,” I leaned over grabbing it from him.

He laughed, “ok big guy, take as much as you want,” he let me have it.

After the next round I finished my drink, “I gotta piss,” I stood quickly almost losing my towel again.

“You want another drink?” Skills asked.

“Hell yeah,” I shouted running to the bathroom, sliding across the floor in my socks, really feeling good from the weed and booze.

When I slid back into the room like Tom Cruise in Risky Business, Rashone was standing about to leave. “Wait, you’re heading out?”

He laughed at me, “Where’s the towel bro?”

I smacked my forehead, “ah, I think it’s in the bathroom,” I shrugged.

“Well, I gotta go,” he leaned in and gave me a one-handed bro-hug, clapping our hands together and pulling me in. “I’ll catch you next time.”

He let himself out and I noticed both Skills and Zombie were chuckling.

“What?” I asked.

“Bruh, your little dick is hanging out your drawls,” Skills said, taking a sip of his drink and trying not to laugh, but not looking away either.

I looked down, and sure enough, my soft dick was hanging out the fly of my boxers. I turned red and tucked it back in, “my bad,” I tried to laugh it off.

“All good T-Rizz,” Zombie said, “We all got’em.”

Skills puffed out some smoke, “well…some of us have real dick,” he smiled at me, cocking an eyebrow up as he blew his smoke in my direction with a chuckle.

I laughed, “fuck you dude, I got a big dick, it’s just…not hard…”

Skills laughed, “sure, sure, I believe you,” he said, laced with sarcasm.

I felt challenged, “I’ll fuckin show you,” I said, reaching into my boxers and grabbing my dick.

They both laughed, “ok, let's see the beast T-Rizz,” Zombie said as he lit another bowl.

I stroked myself for a minute in my boxers, my dick got harder but not fully hard. Zombie passed me the bowl, I took a long hit and passed it to Skills. He took a hit and blew the smoke in my direction. “You gonna impress me with some inches or what?” Skills chuckled.

I started stroking myself again.

“You need a hand with that?” Zombie laughed, adjusting himself in his shorts. “I have a long history of playing with big dicks,” he laughed and groped himself.

I laughed, “Man, I swear it’s not small,” I was feeling like a little kid around the big kids.

“We believe you,” Zombie said.

“I don’t,” Skills jumped in.

Zombie reached over and fished my dick out of my boxers, “let me give you a hand.”

I froze, unsure of what was happening, “Uh…ummm…” I wanted to feel repulsed by a guy touching my dick, but it felt awesome having him stroke me.

“Zomb, I think he likes it,” Skills said, reaching into his shorts for his own dick.

I looked into Zombie’s slitted eyes, he was grinning at me. My head was spinning but his hand on my dick was the most amazing feeling in the world right now, I couldn’t stop this. I hadn’t been able to jerk off all week, I…ugh, ”wait…this is weird,” I managed to mumble.

“It’s just a hand job homie, don’t make it weird,” he continued to stroke my dick which was now rock hard.

I rubbed my face, trying to focus, trying to reason away the feeling…the very good feeling of another guy touching my dick. I looked over and saw Zombie had pulled his pants and shorts down enough to get his cock and balls out, his very big cock and balls. My dick is a solid 7” cut, but fuck…his dick is barely hard and it’s already 2” bigger than mine and his cut helmet has a big bell shape to it.

“You want to stroke it?” Zombie asked.

I looked up at him, grinning at me, then I saw down at the other end of the couch Skills had his shorts and boxers around his ankles, and he was slowly stroking his massive dick too. What the fuck is happening right now? I shook my head “no.”

“You want me to stop?” He asked.

I was feeling so good, the Southern Comfort and weed running through my veins, especially the big vein that ran up the shaft of my now very hard dick. I shook my head “no” again, letting my legs relax and fall to the sides like I do when I jerk myself off.

“Good, relax lil bro, I’m gonna help you out,” Zombie whispered, now stroking both of us off.

I didn’t want to see him or Skills jerking off so I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the pumping on my dick. I might have relaxed a little too hard, when I opened my eyes again, Skills was sitting next to me, stroking his dick, and Zombie was on the floor between my legs, pulling my boxers off.

“Hold up,” I mumbled, holding the waistband of my boxers.

“T-Rizz, don’t be like that,” Zombie’s smile grew, he was hard to say no to.

“I don’t…I’m not, ummm,” I was struggling to form the words I was looking for.

“I know, we’re not either, don’t sweat it, bro,” Zombie said.

“Yeah, it’s just getting off, helping each other out homie,” Skills said, sliding his free hand under my boxers to grab my balls.

The room was really spinning, but my need to get off was quickly taking over. I had heard of guys that jerk off together, and to be honest, the idea kinda grossed me out, but right here, in this moment…with my dick in Skills’ big hand, my balls aching for release, fuck, I don’t care. I just need to get off and then I’ll never see these guys again. It’s not like I’m jerking them off.

I blinked my eyes and when I opened them again the music was louder and my dick was being slowly sucked by Zombie, “mmm,” I moaned, shaking my head, “bro, what…what are you doing?”

He bobbed his head deeper, taking me completely into his throat and then slowly letting me fall from his mouth, “you like it?” Zombie whispered.

“Mmmm…no,” I shook my spinning head, “well, I mean, it feels good, but…” I started to say.

“You want more?” He asked, not waiting for an answer as he throated my entire dick.

“Mmm, fuck…I guess, I just need to nut,” I chuckled, feeling Skills run his hand up my abs to play with my nipple. Realizing I’m completely naked on the couch and I don’t know how I got this way, I felt a little nervous, until I felt the combination of pleasure Skills and Zombie were giving me and I…fuck it, “I just need to get off,” I mumbled.

“Yeah, we’re gonna get you off, and you can help us get off,” Skills said, stroking his dick.

“Mmm,” I moaned, the pleasure was so damn good, I couldn’t help myself.

I started to close my eyes, but Zombie grabbed my hips and pulled my ass to the edge of the couch and I felt his finger circle my hole as his mouth returned to my dick. I had never played with my hole before so this tingle sensation felt…new and amazing. “Mmmm, fuck dude, what are you doing?”

“You like it?” He asked.

I nodded my head, barely able to open my eyes and focus on his.

“You want more?” He asked.

I didn’t say anything, not really understanding what he meant. I suddenly felt a cool liquid being smeared on my hole, it felt kinda gross, then his finger slowly and gently pushed into my hole which felt so…weird, “Woh, ungh…hold on,” I tried to shift on the couch but didn’t have it in me to move, “I don’t…umm,” I tried to put into words the blurry thoughts in my head.

“Just relax, I promise you it feels good,” Zombie said, putting my rock-hard dick back into his mouth as he continued to push his finger into my hole until it couldn’t go any deeper.

Fuck this is so…not right, I rubbed my face, trying to wrap my mind around all of this. His finger hit something deep inside my hole and I thought I was going to cum or piss or something, “Oh fuck,” I felt my legs flail wide and my abs tighten like I had a mini orgasm.

Skills chuckled, stroking his dick, “Yeah, T-Rizz, that's your G-spot, that shit feels good right?”

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as Zombie zeroed in on it, pushing on that spot at the same time my dick hit the back of his throat, “mmm,” I moaned. He kept it up, sneaking a second finger into my hole to add pressure to my spot, and holy fuck it felt so good and weird at the same time. The strangest thing was I felt like I wanted to push his fingers deeper into my ass, the instinctive feeling had me rocking my hips up to give him a better angle to enter. Oh man, two fingers were blowing my mind but a few minutes later a third finger found its way in, and holy fuck, it was like a mini orgasm every time he clicked the button. “Oh man, Zomb…” I groaned.

He pulled off my dick and pulled his fingers out of my ass, pushing my legs up and he lowered his lips to my ass hole, licking and sucking it like it was a frosting container and he needed to lick every millimeter, “Oh…man…mmm,” I just lay there and enjoyed this. I couldn’t jerk my dick because he basically folded me in half so I closed my eyes, put my hands behind my head and let his tongue slide in and out of my hole.

I blinked my eyes and suddenly, I smelled a musk I hadn’t smelled before, something was tapping on my cheek, and there was a hot and velvety feeling rubbing my ass hole that wasn’t Zombie’s tongue. My eyes opened, blurry, turning my head slightly I felt what turned out to be the tip of Skill's cock, his precum smeared across my lips, I groggily tried to sit up but his hand on my shoulder along with both of zombies hands on my hips held me in place. I swat my hand at his dick like a fly, “what are you doing, that’s gross,” I grumbled.

“Come on man, just lick it,” he said, bringing it closer to my face.

“No…no way man,” I mumbled, trying to keep my eyes open.

I felt Zombie shift his weight and he started to push something hard against my hole. At first, it felt kinda good, but when it popped in I felt a dull sting that was not as good as his fingers, my eyes opened, blurry as all hell, and I tried to focus. Zombie’s figure slowly came into focus, kneeling between my legs, his hands holding tight to my hips, “wait…” I mumbled, was he…he looked like he was trying to fuck me. I squint my eyes, feeling what was definitely the head of his hard dick pushing on my hole. “Wait,” I groaned, “I just…I just want to get off,” I moaned.

“Me too Rizz,” Zombie said in a deep quiet voice, I felt him lodge his helmet into my anus.

“No, I mean…ungh,” I slurred my words as he pressed his cock harder into me, the tip starting to separate my ring, “I just need to nut…but…mmm, not like this,” I mumbled, my head falling back onto the back of the couch. Feeling no strength in my body and the weird new sensation of a hot cock against my hole.

Skills had positioned himself on the couch next to me as if taking a knee on the football field, he had one knee down on the cushion and the other bending into my space so his cock could tap on my cheek again. “Bruh, it’s fair turnaround, we helped you bust, now you gotta help us catch our nut too.”

“Huh?” I groaned, feeling my legs being spread wider as Zombie held his dick on my hole. Did I cum already? I opened my eyes again, squinting to see if I had shot my load and forgot or something. My dick was half hard and slick, as though I had blown my load, but I can’t really remember. “Ah, shit,” I groaned as Zombie gave my hole another nudge. I lift my arms to push him away but since I was half laying on the couch, with my ass on the edge of the cushion and Zombie had a solid 9 or 10 inches of dick between my hole and where I could reach him, I just looked dumb trying to push him back.

Zombie bit his lip, not letting his progress go to waste, he wiggled his dick in my hole, which…I admit did kinda feel good, but I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. “What are you doing?” I managed to say, my eyes barely open enough to see Zombie smiling at me.

He pushed a hair further into my hole, almost getting the entire head in my ring, “I’m just using your hole man, unless you’d rather suck it.”

“No,” I nearly shouted, then Skills rubbed his cock on my cheek again as he stroked himself, the tip ever so slightly touched my lips and it freaked me out. “I…I’m not gay man,” I turned to look at Skills.

“It’s all good man, we ain’t either. We just need to nut too.” He smeared precum on my cheek and I didn’t fight it. It wasn’t the end of the world, I was way too high and drunk to care about a little precum. “Let Zomb do his thing and I’ll just nut on your face or something,” Skills added.

I turned my head far away from Skills, rubbed my face, and dropped my hands to my sides, “fuckin…fuckin whatever,” I shrugged shaking my head and watching the room spin.

“Here,” Skills said, handing me a little bong, “take a hit and relax.”

I let him light it and put it to my lips, filling my lungs with that beautiful weed, letting it do its thing and fuck…I was feeling good.

“There you go,” Skills egged me on and I felt Zombie pull out and then push back in with much more lube and ease this time, his head popped past my outer ring and it was uncomfortable…but at the same time, not as bad as I thought. I groaned, covering my face as the weed took over my body.

“You want more?” Zombie asked, massaging my thighs.

I shook my head “no,” but said, “If you want.”

“He wants more,” Skills chimed in, “give him what he wants,” he chuckled and I heard him rip off the bong, then came down and shotguned it to me, kissing me as he did. If I were sober I would’ve punched him in the face, but it was all so intense, I felt like I was being worshiped in a way, and damn…Skills is a really good kisser.

He kissed me sensually for a few minutes, his pillowy lips completely engulfed mine and his wide tongue did things in my mouth I didn’t know people could do, it was such a turn-on. I was so caught up by this, I didn’t even notice Zombie was pushing deeper into my ass. I felt my heart beating faster and somewhere around half of Zombie’s dick had snuck into my hole and then my prostate turned on like a fire alarm and I moaned into Skills’ mouth as he put his hand behind my head to hold me in our kiss.

“You want more dick?” Zombie asked in a low growl.

I broke the kiss, catching my breath, “Just get it over with man,” I couldn’t focus. My body was feeling so good, the voice in the back of my head to tell me not to do this was zonked out and all the good feelings were rushing through my body. Zombie slowly pushed more of his dick into me, so slowly and so gently I only could tell it was happening because my legs were spreading wider as his hips pushed into me. 

Skills sat back up, his dick back up by my face as he jerked his big thick dick, the manly smell of his cock was just as intoxicating as the weed, fuck me this was hot. I reached down and started stroking my dick as I heard Zombie groan and his wirey pubes brushed against my ass.

“Fuck Rizz, you got such a tight hole,” he shook his head and smiled at me, still massaging my thighs as he held his dick balls deep inside me. I had never felt so full in my life, the heat radiating off his cock was such an intense feeling, I would never say it but…fuck it felt good.

“Mmm,” I heard a groan of pleasure come out of my body.

“Yeah Rizz, you like that dick in you?” Zombie moaned and rocked his dick gently inside me.

The words triggered something in my brain and set off a little panic, “wait, I can’t…I can’t do this,” I turned my head to see Skills stroking his dick right next to my face. Turning back to see Zombie between my legs, knowing he had his entire hard dick in my ass. “You…mmm,” he rocked his dick in me in and out an inch or two, “You gotta pull it out, man.”

"Just let me fuck you for a bit. I won't cum in you, I got good control,” Zombie reassured me, giving me another couple of inches in and out of my hole, sliding right across my prostate.

“Mmm, fuck,” the pleasure was intense, but his words still hit me. “Wait, are you wearing a condom?” I stopped stroking my dick again to focus on his eyes.

He chuckled, “Nah man, you don’t need it, like I said…I have really good control.”

I shook my head “no,” but then Skills tapped his cock on my cheek again, his tip hitting my lips and I saw a string of precum stretch from his cock to my lips and then broke as he pulled it further away, the string snapping back to my lips. Instinctively I licked my lips, which grossed me out but…the taste wasn’t as gross as I expected.

Zombie started to pull out most of his dick and then pushed it slowly back into me until he hit a new deep inside me, “ungh, fuck,” I groaned. He repeated it, hitting my prostate on the way back in, “Ungh…mmm, fuck,” I moaned.

“Can I fuck you raw for a bit?” He asked, not stopping for my answer, gently thrusting deeper into me.

“Ungh…” I groaned, not really able to process any of this, “I guess it’s ok if you don’t cum in me.”

He kept thrusting into me, “mmm, good boy Rizz, just enjoy this dick and we’ll all nut,” he moaned picking up the pace of his thrusting.

I couldn’t help myself, I grabbed my dick and started stroking, I was hard as fuck from all this pleasure and I wanted to cum…for the second time, I guess.

Skills leaned in, stroking his dick right on my lips, “Just lick the head,” he whispered.

I looked down, watching Zombie rocking his hips into me, he mouthed “Do it,” to me and I just opened my mouth and put the flared head of Skill hard cock in my mouth and sucked on it, tasting his leaking precum. It did something to my brain, I felt my entire body relax into this situation. I don’t know how to suck dick, but Skills didn’t care, he was enjoying just me sucking on his tip as he jerked himself off. I was stroking my dick furiously, the pounding of my prostate from Zombie’s dick was going to push me over the edge pretty quickly.

Zombie spread my legs wider, slamming his hips into my ass a few times before yanking his dick completely from my hole.

“Ungh,” I groaned and he slammed into me hard.

“I’m close,” Zombie mumbled.

“Me too,” Skills said.

“Me too,” I moaned, taking my lips off Skill's cock and focusing on my dick.

Zombie started to slowly pull his dick out and push back into the hilt, “fuck you’re so tight, I’m really close,” he groaned, straining to hold off his orgasm for maximum pleasure. His dick was swelling inside me, putting more pressure on my prostate, and holy fuck I was feeling the most intense orgasm of my life building up. I needed it badly.

“How close?” I stroked faster.

He thrust again slowly, “Closer now,” he smiled and shook his head.

"Don't cum yet, slide it in me for a few more seconds before you pull out, I’m so close,” I moaned, rocking my hips up to meet his gentle thrusts, trying to chase that nut. Letting Skills continue to jerk his dick on my lips, tasting his precum as it oozed out, reminding me that Zombie is oozing precum into my hole with every amazing thrust, “Ungh,” I moaned.

Zombie huffed out some deep breaths, holding my hips tightly, not changing his pace, slowly pulling out a few inches and pushing all the way back in, hitting that spot inside me, “getting real close,” he warned. 

“Ungh,” I groaned, feeling his dick pumping in and out of my hole was too much, I was getting really close to busting my nut, I just needed a little more time to really get the most out of this one-time experience.

Zombie pushed in hard and held his cock deep inside me, groaning, “Oh fuck, wait…don’t move, don’t move,” I could feel his cock swelling inside me as I held still. Skills still furiously jerking his dick and grunting. Zombie grabbed my thighs and dug his fingers into my muscles, holding me tight as he took some deep breaths, “holy fuck.”

“You didn’t cum did you?” I asked, still trying not to move.

He loosened his grip on my legs, running his hands up the light blonde hair to my crotch, “I got real close to busting my nut in you,” he chuckled, shaking his head and smiling, still not moving his hips at all.

“Oh fuck,” Skills suddenly groaned, grabbing my head and turning my face to him as I felt a blast of hot cum hit my cheek, then he hit my lips with the second volley, “ungh…ungh,” he grunted as he pumped another and another wad onto my face.

I instinctively shut my eyes and tensed my body.

“Careful,” Zombie warned, “I’m really close,” he dug his fingers into my hips again as my ass clamped down on his dick inside me.

I tried to hold still as Skills finished unloading his balls on my face and chest. I couldn’t say anything because the cum was all over my lips. The scent was instantly driving me wild, like a drug I hadn’t tried yet it filled my lungs and gave me a rush I can’t explain, but I needed to bust my nut which had subsided a little now that I stopped jerking to be the canvas Skills painted his orgasm on.

“Shit,” Skills murmured as he squeezed out the last drops of cum from his dick and rubbed the head on my face, “lick it,” he groaned and I felt the head smear the cum on my lips.

I couldn’t think and just did as I was told, parting my lips letting the head slip in and push his warm cum onto my tongue, “that’s it,” Skills moaned. The taste of his cum was not revolting, it actually had a sweet and saltiness to it that I tried to pretend I didn’t enjoy but at the same time, I wanted to try more and gently used my tongue to lick the tip of his cock. All the while Zombie was trying to stave off his orgasm inside me.

Skills pulled his dick from my mouth and fell back on the couch next to me. I gave my face a quick wipe with my arm so I could see and then went back to my dick and started stroking myself back to the orgasm I desperately needed, my ass clamping down on Zombie's cock.

“Mmm…fuck,” he groaned, “so close.” He tensed inside me, grinding up into my ass, trying to burrow even deeper.

“How close?” I needed him to fuck me so more, just a little more to get my nut.

"Real close, you want to risk it?" he said pulling out and sliding back in with more force than he had all night.

“Ungh,” I groaned as he hit my prostate and I stroked faster, flexing my ass around his cock, “can you hold out a few more strokes? I’m so fucking close, this feels so fucking good,” I moaned, rocking my hips up on his cock and flexing my ass on him.

He grinned, “How many is a few? I can make it like five,” he chuckled, giving me one good stroke, then another, “mmm, fuck…”

“Mmm, yeah,” I moaned with him, rocking my hips with his thrusting, “keep going,” I moaned.

He gave another deep thrust, then another, “fuck, it’s so tight,” he moaned, passing his estimate of five strokes.

It felt so good, I could feel my orgasm boiling just under the surface, I needed him to keep fucking me to push me over the edge, “don’t stop, I’m so close,” I varied my stroking from fast to really fast and back down too fast as I wrapped my legs around his ass.

He grabbed my legs, moved my ankles to his shoulders, and gave me another half dozen hard deep thrusts, it really stretched my hole as his cock swelled inside me, “mmmm, don’t stop,” I whispered, feeling my balls start to tighten.

“I’m about to bust,” he warned, thrusting harder and faster.

The pounding on my hole was more than I could handle, “Oh god, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum,” I groaned, feeling him hit my prostate again.

“I gotta stop or I’ll nut in you,” he warned, with another hard thrust, pegging my prostate.

“No, don’t stop, I’m cumming,” I groaned.

“You sure?” He thrust harder and faster.

I felt my balls tighten and my ass clamped down on his massive dick, “don’t stop,” I groaned, pounding my dick.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna bust, here it cums,” he groaned, his dick expanding in me even more. His eyes closed and he thrust two more times, “fucking take it, take that nut,” he groaned and his muscles tensed, then his dick started to twitch inside me and I felt the heat of his cum coating my insides as Zombie moaned, “yes, ungh, fuck, take my nut Rizz, ungh,” he groaned, thrusting again and again. It felt so good as he unloaded in me, I lost all control and my orgasm started from inside my ass where his dick was hitting my prostate and I swear my balls turned inside out, spurt after super of my cum shot so hard out of my dick it hit the couch behind my head and pooled on my chest, “fuck, ungh,” I groaned, my full body orgasm being so much, so fucking amazing I lost my breath and let my balls twitch and drain every last drop onto my stomach as my ass clamped down on Zombie’s cock inside me, “fuuuck,” I groaned, throwing my head back on the couch as I twitched one last time and my orgasm subsided.

I was struggling to catch my breath, the most intense orgasm of my life, my body just twitched and tingled, so many good feelings running through me, “shit,” I gasped.

“Damn Rizz, you nutted all over, you really liked it huh?” Zombie dug his hands into my thighs again, eliciting another moan from me as the tingle shot through my body.

“Fuck, that was…fucking intense,” I could barely whisper the words.

Zombie held onto my legs as he slowly pulled his softening dick from my ass. I felt every single inch pull out of me, sending more intense shivers of pleasure through my body that my brain didn’t know what to do with, “oh fuck,” I groaned as the cock plopped out, some of his load dripping out with it.

Zombie chuckled, “damn bruh, I needed that, but I think you needed it more.” He continued to rub my thighs.

I blinked my eyes, catching my breath and Skills suddenly was wiping the massive amount of cum off my body with a warm, wet, washcloth. “Can’t send you home to your sister covered in my nut,” he joked.

Fuck, my sister. I sat up, the tingling from my body being stretched in ways I had never even thought possible had me a bit wobbly, well…that and the booze and weed. “Where are my pants?”

“I got you,” Zombie got up, pulling up his boxers as he walked into the other room. He returned with my still-damp but warm jeans from the dryer a minute later. He handed me the jeans the cell phone and the wallet that were in the pockets.

Shit, 32 missed calls and a few dozen texts from my sister. I quickly text, “I’m hanging out with Zombie, fell asleep, I’ll be back in an hour.”

I grabbed my boxers from the floor, they were a bit damp and had a fresh rope of somebody’s cum on them, I slipped them on quickly and then my jeans. “I have to get back, quick, before my sister kills us all,” I told them.

“Aight, well, you don’t want to walk on your own at this time of night. We can walk you, just give me a sec to get dressed.” Zombie said, nodding to Skills to do the same.

I sobered up enough on the walk back to the dorms to let it sink in what I had just done. After my sister was done giving me shit for disappearing, I crashed out on her floor.

I woke up the next morning and took an unusually long shower, trying to wash off what happened last night. All the dried cum, the guilt of letting a guy fuck me and cum in me, all of it. It wasn’t easy, especially since guys rotated in and out of the shower as I kept soaping up and rinsing off. I couldn’t help but wonder if this made me gay or bi, I definitely liked it too much to pretend I was still straight. Fuck me, way better than going to Miami.