Sticky Situation

[DevilDawg]

Saturday I woke to realize something was missing then I realized it was my morning wood. My eyes still too cloudy to read my watch, the big alarm clock display read 08:09 and the alarm had not yet rung but my brain was still foggy and I was startled when it did go off a moment later. I did a quick sit-up to turn it off and was reminded of the unorthodox wringer I had been putting my body through. At a snore, I saw Ralph was still asleep doing a twitch every now and then. I wrapped a towel around my waist and padded down the hall to the showers remembering Barry from just a few hours before. I did a quick shower and brushed my teeth, decided on a jock vs my under armor, and got into my baseball uniform. I grabbed my Baseball Gear Bag, put my phone inside and headed towards the Athletic Fields. Stretched, cleated up and did some base dash drills, set my phone and videoed a few slides that I could watch later. I stretched again after going to the batting cages. A few teammates were already there doing drills and so on. The following weekend would be Homecoming, and the campus would be a zoo. I orbited back to doing base run drills then saw our pitcher and catcher doing some warmups. I jogged over giving them a thumbs up to say I was available for whatever. As other players arrived after the pitcher catcher warmup a loose drill of practice evolved and went on till noon with breaks for water and the locker room john. I noticed the cheer squad was on a neighboring area practicing for the following weekend and Barry and I made eye contact and exchanged a nod. As it got hotter, most of us changed from cleats to trainers and went to the fitness circuit machines and weight room. As we were doing reps near each other Ty told me about some homecoming parties two of which were at Black Frats and suggested I check them out. I Thanked him and replied I would come if I can, the Athletic Staff Elves are kind of busy with the games, events, and alumni.

All of the events on Friday and the sucking and fucking early Saturday morning still had my pecker tired, but my ass was starting to feel the need for seed but there was too much of a crowd to score in the locker rooms and showers. I again did a costume change but just into Sweaty Jock and shorts this time. My feet needed to breathe some. I padded out of the locker room and headed for the woods where I hoped to get lucky. Over at the last bench before the woods, I found a perfect spot. Legs and feet in the sun, upper torso in the shade, the breeze was one of those early Fall winds that was warm but hinted at chills to come. It was better to get some sun while it was pleasant. I pulled out my phone. My brother’s App had been in silent running mode ever since had my ass chewed out by Coach Smith. I had decided to explore all the settings but now was not the time. I switched it to active but left POZ PING unselected since I was unsure what that would do. I stood and headed for some clusters on the map display hoping for some satisfaction.

Deeper in the woods it was darker and hotter. The breeze was barely making it in this deep but the rustle from the leaves above indicated it was still blowing. Here was one of the pick nick tables as I came to a small clearing It was enough of a gap that it was drenched in sunlight due to the sun’s angle sort of like an altar bathed in light. If my previous experience was any indication, the forest frolickers would find me. I dropped my shorts in the bag and left on the jock to keep my dick from rubbing on the concrete top and stretched out belly down. It did not take long; there were some twig snap and other noises as the fairies of this forest came to investigate. Oh, Great another bottom. Yes, but look at that ass! Is he passed out? No, looks like the slut is sunning itself, see he twitched! There was no shifting of the stone table, but I felt a presence, then a wide separation of my cheeks, the feel of young scruff facial hair, then a lick then a probing tongue. A phone vibrated. I was pulled forward right up to an erect cock which I swallowed whole eliciting a sigh from its owner who started thrusting while another fairy, perhaps my licker got on top and started pounding my other hole. Other hands were on my body, stroking my back which felt very orgasmic, two were licking each foot and causing me to giggle around the cock in my throat as they rough tongued my insoles. My hands were guided to stiff dripping cocks. The way my head was turned and pressed into a trapped position by the Top who was pounding me I only had a clear view of the base of the cock that was occasionally stoppering up my air, his bush, and a portion of the uncut cock to my left that I was stroking the foreskin hood back to show a large cockhead with some Pre forming at the tip. I felt my pouch stirring and being compressed against the concrete as my poor tired cock was struggling. My Pitcher Top finished up with a yell and moved off. Rather than being replaced, hands flipped me rotating on the axis of the cock that was bruising my throat and I was on my back. My jock pouch was shifted to the side freeing my pitifully tired cock which was engulfed immediately. Phones continued to vibrate and ping. My throat Pitcher was Cumming loudly and my legs were being lifted while others were spitting on my hole. A very large cock was inserted into my ass as I was bent into a U, I could both see and feel it was large. With only one cumload, spit and sweat it started worming in haltingly, meeting a lot of resistance. It was removed, some more spit splattered my hole and was reinserted with the force of my fairy fucker’s body weight. At my throat, I was dealing with both cock and cumload choking me so I could only whine as I was impaled from the bottom. Eventually, he pulled out his deflating dick which was replaced. The death grip friction my stinging asshole was applying to my rear invader caused him to swell and he started panting then shooting, I could definitely feel the spurts. I was trying to remember, damn, all of the training Burt had workshopped into me, but nothing covered safe word signaling when your throat was stuffed with cock. My foot worshipping fairies were tonging between my toes alternating with sucking on several toes at a time. The Oral, Anal, Foot, Tit and skin stoking sensations had my tired cock and balls trying to deliver. I felt the constant tingle of orgasm but could not tell if I was delivering anything or not. Cocks were replaced, phones continued to ding and buzz, the shadows got longer. The cock in my ass finished up. I must have dozed off. “How Long”? I managed to croak. I focused on a groundskeeper tucking his cock away. “Dunno kid, from these puddles, looks like all day” and walked off whistling. I looked and saw my bag with uniform, cleats, glove, trainers, shorts, and phone were unmolested. Plus, there was a note: ‘Your Feet are Sexy, but next time wear your cleats (no socks) My you are sooo hot and steamy’! Ugh, as I arranged my jock and put on my shorts and trainers I started wiping up as much cum as I could on my abdomen, face, legs and sawed the already wet and now cummy towel across my back. There was nothing I could do about the solidifying cum in my hair and no matter what, my ass was going to be wet for a while until I could push out some of the loads. I could have pushed them out there but my cumdump slut soul vetoed the idea. I painfully walked back to the Dorms keeping the sperm I had been given.

 

..not the end….

Edited August 1 by DevilDawg
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[DevilDawg]

AuthWhores note: Fear not, I love this story as it has taken me over and has me addicted to the thread. I am obviously a nutcase for running two stories at once. But some things that occur to me but will not work in one thread seem to fit right into the other. - So it is possible, very possible that someone is pulling my strings. The ends have already been written, spinoffs mapped, but I have a lot of dots to connect before then. I plan to have a nice pause point in the can before I go to California for Labor Day. Cali is a technical heaven but I do not know what hotspot coverage is like near Big Bear. Watch the skies!

[DevilDawg]

AuthWhores note: Fear not, I love this story as it has taken me over and has me addicted to the thread. I am obviously a nutcase for running two stories at once. But some things that occur to me but will not work in one thread seem to fit right into the other. - So it is possible, very possible that someone is pulling my strings (or I am a sock puppet for a powerful being). The ends have already been written, spinoffs mapped, but I have a lot of dots to connect before then. I plan to have a nice pause point in the can before I go to California for Labor Day. Cali is a technical heaven but I do not know what hotspot coverage is like near Big Bear. Watch the skies!

S4

Sticky Situation - continued: I had planned to take it easy on Sunday. It was 7 days till homecoming weekend, the next week was going to be hectic. I had left the alarm off, stashed a granola bar under my pillow, and after previous trips to the Forbidden Fairy Forrest where I was so sore I found it difficult to move, I had a wide mouth piss bottle under the bed Originally for Tea (the cold Kind) it was a useful tool to help avoiding pissing the bed when I was wacked out or coming down from the other T in my life.

I was aware of pain, lots of pain I cried out in anguish and levitated up out of the bed Barry’s teeth scraping my cock which made me yell even louder. A startled Barry was Looking at me like a Racoon caught in the trash can. “What were you doing to me”? I blurted. Barry's response was a smooth “Ty told me to take care of you and I was sort of looking for another sperm bank deposit, but I could not get it hard”. I replied “No Kidding, it was tired and had retired for the night. I don’t know if it will ever work again”! My heart calmed some. At least I was not being eaten alive by a serial killer and I shuddered remembering fleeting scraps of a nightmare on that exact topic. Is that the only reason you are in my room? “Well, Barry replied, you know my friend Frank, you met him in the shower the other day, well, we have been sucking each other off but he wants to get fucked and…I thought of you. I looked at Barry’s stubby little dick. It was cute as a button, but I now saw the problem. “Are you pimping me out Barry”? “No, No, nothing like that, I am a total Bottom and not equipped to Top. He has had nothing up his butt except my finger, just helping out a Teammate of Ty’s”. I asked does he know you call him that”? Barry gulped and corrected to Tyrone. “Alright, but he has to say so and it cannot be before Wednesday” now get out of here. I grabbed a towel and padded to the showers. I was planning what was left of my day, there were going to be two papers due at then Semesters end plus finals. The next week and a half were going to be hectic so I would lay in the sun on the quad for an hour or two and start the outlines. One thing was for sure; college was weird.

I walked like an old man that Monday, but things started loosening up after a visit to the Hydrotherapy Bay. Coaches warning did not merit a thought. I could not get enough of a rise to wank.

Monday night I was feeling very unbalanced. My cock still wanted nothing to do with me, but my ass was loudly exclaiming its need for seed. When Ralph swaggered in from wherever. I asked him if he would do me a solid? Sure he replied. I knelt down, bulled down his shorts and started sucking. As I paused to get some air, I used my breaths to also utter – would you please fuck my brains out? And dived back down. Ralph said “I’m newer than you to this gay thing but is this normal? I could not help laughing and he uttered a wait! And popped his load. I released his load back onto his cock as nice as the load would have tasted, flipped into a missionary position and grabbed my ankles. “Please” was my plea. OK, if you insist. His cumload lubed a quick breach of my hole and he started thrusting. Ralph continued, “You know, even for gay roommates, this has to be pretty abnormal”. As he picked up the pace. “You know, I have never heard of a laughing hummer but it was rather nice. I replied just please shut up and fuck. It took him a bit for his second load, but he eventually unloaded with a shout. (had he been seeding elsewhere earlier?)

Ralph, it’s not like were dating, but would you like to be my Plus1 at the Black Frats Friday and Saturday after homecoming festivities and the games? “Sure, let me know. Rooming with you is never boring”. He grabbed a Towel and headed to the showers.

By the time Tuesday night rolled around and I had again melted my muscles in the Hydrotherapy Bay I had concluded I might just survive the Semester. Wednesday Morning I not only felt balanced, but it seems my pecker might be returning to normal. I had Morning Wood! Cheerfully, I had a spring in my step as I went to the cafeteria for breakfast.

A lot of students were skipping classes this close to homecoming, but I decided it would be foolish to skip. As I sat in class, my sexual drive was repairing itself and finding new hunger. I recalled Barry and I had arranged a date for my Stud Services which still made me a little uncomfortable. Damn, I had forgotten to let Ralph know.. Well, maybe we could tag team. Barry might have a little pecker but was blessed with a fuckably tight ass and a golden mouth. I was a little curious about his tongue. I might just have to demand a RIM fee. I felt my hole throb with my pulse. I might just flip fuck Frank as well; he had a decent sized cock.  The week was looking up! A little Hydrotherapy and I was walking to the showers with a boner and noticed several of the coaching staff throwing frowns in my direction. I apologized and said it just had a mind of its own. I went to my locker and dressed. I trotted back over to the dorms and looked for Ralph. I told him I have a ‘date’ tonight but he was welcome to join in. I had messaged Barry he would need to provide any favors as a discussion between Frank and himself. I was providing the charity from my Balls and might demand more than just a tight ass in return.

When Barry and Frank arrived, the room was crowded with Ralph and myself already semi-hard. Frank was fidgety and nervous. Both had on running shorts and nothing else. I told both of them they were overdressed and as their shorts dropped, I realized I should have specified they also wear jocks. Well, I was not an expert. The Poz Parties followed some obscure criteria, and the Fairy gatherings were cum as you are. I directed Barry to rim Frank while Frank was lightly sucking Ralph. Frank was now receiving his ass rimming doggy style. I was careful to not overstimulate myself willing my load would go where no man had gone before. Nominally, my first Virgin.

Barry had messaged me they would not be using favors first round. Frank was going in eyes wide open. I put a dollop of Elbow Grease on my rod as Barry moved aside but repositioned to watch and record video with his phone. My ass had many miles on it, but as a Top, it was amateur hour. It is understandable that I would not pass on guidance I had never learned, so rather than telling Frank to push out, I hilted as if I was entering an experienced ass. As Frank howled. Ralph said “easy Richard, hold it there a minute and let him get used to it”. Franks incoherent muttering notched down to groans and moans. I started slow thrusting. Straight males rarely cared where a girls buttons were. As a gay man, I was at least aware where the male buttons were. I adjusted my angle to hit that spot every so often which usually increased Franks vocal volume. I pulled out and said “On your Back”. Frank disengaged from Ralph, flipped over and stated sucking Ralph again. I adjusted his angle with my body weight and reentered locking my arms on his thighs to get the right angle and maximum depth. Love Button impacts were now a pressure event going in and pulling out. I remembered from Burt’s workshops that when you had the angle right, the bottom can be driven senseless by pulling out all the way, yet their hole is correctly positioned for the inward thrust which twangs the ass ring like a harp string. I was thrusting a little faster watching Franks face. I leaned forward his eyes were closed. I kissed him and his eyes popped open and then he startled clenching his ass ring as there was a loud knock on the door. Frank in his new position sucking Ralph froze. Ralph dare not make any sudden moves with a novice cock sucker on his pole, so Barry opened the door, there was quite a crowd in the hallway, the wing RA was standing there in shorts and flipflops. He said please turn your stereo down, people are trying to listen to your show. Frank Came, his hole clenched, I came filling Franks boycunt and Frank gave a muffled yell at whatever reaction or reflex Frank had passed on to Ralph. Barry did not change expression. “Sure thing sir” and there was scattered applause from the hall. Barry turned the stereo down and closed the door muffling the whoops that had started with the applause.

 

…not the end….

[DevilDawg]

AuthWhores Note: My apologies, I did get out in front of my skis some. I noticed a down vote and must say I concur. I'll see if I can not do better next string. I also realized I had jumped ahead of the real calendar but a day by day of even a sex crazed, chem fueled POZ college slut could actually have boring parts. When I was querying the very patient moderators, I got the answers and guidance I needed to avoid a faux pas, but then realized that it concerned Homecumming and Halloween and that is still off on the horizon Homecumming is nominally in September and Haloween some 6 weeks later. There was also my lubrication error. No, not in the story but while I was thinking about the story I no-shit slipped on my wd-40 nut loosener spill on a trailer deck and whacked my forehead on the driveway yesterday, -just like a few years ago attending the Leather Knights Dallas AWOL weekend, I had a free ticket to the Dallas Discipline Corps Warehouse Play space and again got ahead of my skis. My slutty mind distracted me from the task at hand. What happens when you mix a rushed cleanout and lubrication effort? Well, in that case it was a cracked rib. I still went and got flogged - after all I had the free ticket - and the flogging was delightfully painful! I will bring Sticky Situation up to Homecumming, and then pause for a couple of weeks. On my other story, there is still some work needed before I get to pit stop territory so you should see that also post next week/weekend. Cheers!

[DevilDawg]

I'm back to what (for me) counts as normal. Working on home cumming weekend.