“Cool. Lochlan was lying in his own bed, scrolling on his phone, completely unfazed. I guess lack of modesty is contagious, or more common than I had thought. I had to touch myself. In a couple of minutes he was squirting a load up into the air, and without thinking I bent down to put my lips on the tip and gather his cum into my mouth. I matched his rhythm, stroking myself in time with his movements. Did Lochlan just pimp me out? Wordlessly, I started jerking off his big hog. “Told you he’d be into it.”
From then on, it became a regular thing. I sat there, still trembling, my own cum cooling on my skin. He’s not gay so it’s cool,” he said. Kris was the biggest guy in our dorm, built like a Greek god, and as dumb as a bag of rocks. It was warm, pulsing with life as I began to stroke him. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “Yeah, he just offered. The first night in the dorm was supposed to be about unpacking, adjusting, and maybe a little awkward small talk. “I was jerking off, and he asked if I wanted help. “Let’s see what I can do for you.”
Kris stepped forward, and with the door still open I grabbed him.
