It was in my first semester that I met Michael and Shawn. We were taking a basic color theory class together.
Michael stood at 6 feet tall, a heavyset guy with a striking presence. His bright green eyes and dark hair made him popular with the ladies, and his easygoing, funny nature made him well-liked by everyone. Michael dreamed of being a gallery artist, showcasing his work and selling his pieces to art lovers.
Shawn was 5'11" and also on the heavier side. He loved comic books and was hoping to become the best comic artist out there. He had a knack for silhouettes and would make some side money selling tattoo designs to local shops. In case it wasn’t clear, he was a total nerd. There was nothing particularly striking or handsome about him.
My name is Arturo, but my friends call me Art. I love animation and hope to work in an animation studio someday. I’m short—4'8"—and I mention it because it’s been a real issue for most of my life. I’m the only one in my family who is short. I got into several fights in middle school because assholes thought it would be funny to make fun of me or make me the butt of their jokes, calling me “Ponyboy.” I learned to fight and stand up for myself pretty early on. I told this story to my art class, and now everybody calls me that, but it doesn’t bother me at all. Childhood trauma, I guess—lots of us have it. But when I think about my thick, eight-inch cock, I realize that maybe, just maybe, life wasn’t so unfair after all—it’s a reminder that there’s strength in the unexpected. I’m thick but not fat, with strong arms I’m still building. The one thing people would readily notice about me, if they just saw me, would be my big, round ass. It’s muscular, but due to my height, it looks big.
Anyway, we met in class, and after a year of becoming best friends and getting into trouble as friends do, we decided to move in together. It was the best thing ever. We would work on projects together, even if we were in different disciplines. We got shit-faced drunk and high more times than I can count. Art school was wild. The girls were liberal, willing to experiment, and we were definitely doing well for ourselves.
Shawn made the long drive home to his parents; he needed to check in or they would cut his funding. So it was just me and Michael. We hit the bars that night, and I must say, college towns are the best—everything is within walking distance. We brought some girls home after the bar, and they were hot, drunk, and horny, and we were drunk, high, and horny, so we made the 10-minute walk back to the apartment we rented together.
The apartment had a huge living room, the kitchen overlooked the downtown area, but the downside was that the rooms were next to each other, and there was only one bathroom. I had my room next to Michael’s because I couldn’t tolerate Shawn’s snoring, and Michael didn’t give two shits—when his head hit the pillow, he was out cold, and nothing short of a catastrophe would wake him.
Anyway, I brought Sara into my room. We were giggling and laughing as we took our clothes off. Sara had a reputation on campus, and she embraced it fully. I loved that about her—she didn’t care what anyone thought. I couldn't help but laugh when she peeled off her top, revealing an undershirt that boldly spelled "slut" in bright, playful letters. Sara glanced up and smirked, “Just making sure people know,” she purred as she slipped it off, revealing her round, firm breasts, making my mouth water.
“MmmMMMmmm,” we heard from Michael’s room. We both froze at the sound of pure bliss. “Good for her,” Sara said, trying not to laugh. Sara was something to look at—she had an hourglass shape, and her face was cute as well, not that being a redhead didn’t get her enough attention already.
“This is my first time riding a pony,” she said as she seductively crawled up my bed. I made sure to leave my white classic briefs on, and I climbed up after her. We began kissing, gentle at first, before it escalated into a frenzied, passionate exchange, partly due to the commotion we were hearing next door. “Yes, finger me and eat my pussy,” the girl yelled, lost in the moment.
“That’s fucking hot,” Sara commented as I got up on the bed and pulled my briefs down. "Oh… wow," she whispered, her eyes locked on my thick cock, mesmerized. “I think you should give it a little kiss,” I said, drunk and trying to be sexy.
Sara sat up, and with no warning, stuffed all my dick into her mouth. “FUCK YEAH,” I yelled out. I had been with several campus girls, but never one without a gag reflex, not one who could take my whole 8-inch dick all at once. Sara slurped and hummed loudly as she cupped my balls in her hands. She was fucking hot—her pink, bouncy breasts swayed seductively as she pulled me in, driving my tool deep into her throat. She kept it in a little longer this time, her face blushing as she pulled it out to catch her breath. “Fuck, his dick is big,” she said loudly.
We heard the pounding going on next door. “Pound me, baby, just like that,” followed by the slapping of two bodies in heat. The fact we were all drunk only made me hornier. Sara was working my dick with her warm, smooth hands before stuffing it back in her mouth—she really knew how to give a blowjob.
“On the bed, I’m ready to ride, Ponyboy,” Sara commanded. She pulled out another bottle and some chocolate, and in minutes, we were fucking higher than a kite. She used her breasts to beat me off, and I was loving it. “Yeah, baby, make me want it,” I said. She wasted no time and proceeded to tug on my balls as she shoved her head down on my dick. I was holding on to her hair as if trying to hold on to fire given life.
I pulled her hair, and she loved it. She got up and straddled me. “You ready, big boy?” she said as she came in to bite my ear and pinch my nipples. “Fuuuuck yeeeaaahh,” I slurred. I was high, drunk, and horny—I wanted her hot pussy sliding up and down my thick dick.
We heard the climax of the girl next door—I never did get her name—“Fuuuuck MEEEE, Yes, shove it in my PUSSY!” It only turned us on more, and we didn’t need any more help.
“Oooohhhhh, baby,” Sara purred as she slid her wet, shaved pussy down my shaft. “Oh, I love it,” she said, trailing off, and then a strong “aaaAAA” as she bottomed out. “Fuck, I love this dick, Ponyboy,” and all I could do was reach for her nipples and tease her as she began to slowly ride my hot cock in and out of her.
“Sorry guys, she’s done. I need a charger,” I heard Michael say as I looked past Sara. Michael was naked, which was strange, as I had never seen him naked before. Shirtless? Yes. In boxers? Yes, but never naked. Sara took a long shot of liquor and then brought it to my mouth, and I swallowed as we kissed. Michael was obviously looking at Sara as she rode me. I had planted my legs down into the mattress to better piston my dick into her pussy; you could hear my balls slapping around. To my surprise, Michael’s massive cock came into view, thick and intimidating—it was easily bigger than mine and as thick as a beer can. Sara didn’t look bothered or surprised; she kept riding me, and if anything, began to clench her pussy as she bottomed out on me.
“Oh fuck, buddy, no problem, ooooo, over, it’s on the easel,” I said between breaths. “Damn, buddy, that looks hot,” Michael said. Sara made eye contact and winked at him.
Sara leaned back, I was still pumping into her. Like I said, I was very drunk and high. “Get over here and give me that thick cock,” Sara demanded, her voice a mix of challenge and invitation. I didn’t know she was into that, and as Michael’s massive frame pressed against her, I wondered if I was ready for this—if I could handle the shift in dynamics, the sudden intimacy with my best friend that felt both thrilling and terrifying. I had never shared a girl with my buddy, but fuck it—I was too high to care.
She passed more chocolates around, and I was slurring my words. My vision was blurry, but my only thought was fucking the shit out of Sara. My buddy joined us in bed and quickly got behind Sara and began to kiss her. I was so fucking turned on, I felt some strong pinches. “Aaaa fuck,” I slurred before noticing my buddy’s thick fingers as they left my nipples. He then brought them up and began to do the same to Sara. She loved it, and I loved looking at Sara being a slut. My buddy winked at me as I watched him turn on the heat on Sara, and I smiled back. I’d never felt so exposed, so out of control.
My heart raced, and I wondered if I could really go through with this. But then I decided to pick up the pace, driving my dick deeper into Sara. “Fuuuuck yeah,” she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. My dick, slick with her juices, slid in deeper as she shifted, angling her hips just right. In doing so, as I pushed up, my dick brushed against my buddy’s shaft, and as I dropped down, my fat balls were being parted by the thick shaft he was sporting. “Fuck,” I heard my buddy say as he pushed Sara forward, keeping her impaled, but now we were face to face, making out.
“Mmmm, oooooo,” I heard Sara moan as I noticed my buddy licking her hole. She was in heaven. “My pussy,” she yelped as I felt his tongue licking both of us as I pistoned into Sara, his mouth there, licking indiscriminately. “OoooOOO,” Sara breathed out.
Michael was devouring us, his mouth and tongue working feverishly, leaving no inch of skin untouched. I never thought this would happen—we were friends, and we had boundaries. “Aaaaaa,” I let out as Michael surprised me by sucking in my balls, holding them in his mouth, keeping them in place as I fucked Sara.
I began to grunt. “Yeah, baby, finger my ass,” I heard Sara purr as she started kissing me aggressively. Sara and I were grunting and moaning when I suddenly felt Michael raise my legs. He slapped Sara on the ass, as if instructing her. Sara positioned herself over my legs, and with one smooth motion, she plunged back into me. Her movements were smooth and relentless, effortlessly shifting us into a primal, dominating position, putting me in an Amazon sex position as our bodies collided with hot, slapping sounds.
Sara was really working herself, huffing and riding me hard. "Oooooo," I gasped as I felt Michael’s mouth over my asshole. He was rimming my exposed hole, then licking my balls every time Sara raised herself up before coming back down hard.
My small room was filled with the rhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh, the sounds mingling with our ragged breaths and the creaking of the bed. Each moan and gasp echoed off the walls, making me even hornier.
"Okay, baby, it’s time you took this dick," I heard Michael say as he positioned himself behind her and shoved his dick into her ass. "Fuuck," she yelled, "it’s so fucken thick!" She leaned forward, bending me further, but I was too far gone.
I felt Michael's balls as we both pushed into Sara. The rhythmic slaps of our balls created a primal beat, each impact intensifying the raw heat between us. Michael reached out for my hands to steady himself, and I held on as he winked at me again. Sara was in sexual heaven, slurring her words and grunting as she was filled from both holes.
She pulled out her special chocolate and stuffed her fingers into Michael’s mouth. He sucked greedily as I watched him take in her fingers, keeping them in his mouth while he continued to fuck Sara’s ass hard.
Sara then took another glob of chocolate and stuffed it into my mouth. I sucked on her fingers as I watched Michael studying my face.
The scent of sweat, alcohol, and a faint hint of chocolate filled the room. It was a heady mix, almost intoxicating, mingling with the sweet and overpowering smell of Sara’s perfume.
The effects hit us all quickly, and we were off to space again. Sara laid me flat on the mattress, lowering my legs, but not before Michael placed two pillows under my ass.
I thought I noticed Sara wink or say something, but the words were a blur, lost in the haze of the moment. She lowered herself onto my mouth, her wet pussy pressing against my lips, and I quickly went to work, tongue-fucking her as she smothered my head with her body.
I gurgled hard as I felt Michael’s tongue in my ass. He was licking and spanking me, sending waves of sensation through my body. I moved my arms to try and save my dignity and push him off my exposed asshole, when I felt his hands hold me in place as he plunged in again, using his tongue to probe and twist inside me. Then, to my surprise, he swallowed my dick into his mouth, sending silent shivers down my spine. After a few moments of this, between Sara’s wet pussy and Michael’s relentless tongue, I was close.
A part of me had always wondered what it would be like to push the boundaries, to explore something more. But I’d buried those thoughts, convinced they didn’t belong to me. Tonight, they were rising to the surface, undeniable and relentless.
Michael pulled Sara back, and she sat on my dick again. He said something to Sara but it was faint to hear. Sara smiled wickedly before bringing a small brown bottle to my nose. “Take three long breaths—you’ll cum so hard you’ll shake,” she said.
I had heard of poppers before, but honestly, I had no interest in them. I thought enhancers were a cheap way of getting satisfaction during sex. Noticing my hesitation, Sara took two long breaths herself, then brought the bottle to my nose. I looked up and saw Michael nod in silent approval. I took three deep breaths, and the world turned.
I felt a hard, painful shove, and I realized Michael had stuck his dick head into my virgin hole. I gasped as my asshole flexed and gave way to his cock. Sara pressed her tongue into my mouth, holding me down as I felt Michael lifting my legs. Sara was grunting, moaning, and kissing me deeply. She was handed the bottle again and immediately placed it under my nose. I took three more deep breaths, and I was flying high again.
I could hear the slapping of my buddy’s balls as he drove his ass-splitting dick into me, each thrust going deeper until I was fully impaled. Sara was breathing hard now, sweat glistening on her skin. “I’m riding you, Ponyboy!” she yelled in ecstasy. “And you’re riding too, baby,” she purred as she reached to play with her nipples, putting on a show.
I was grunting as well, each shove of my buddy’s dick igniting something deep inside me. Against my will, I was rock hard, harder than I’d ever been. "Come on, Ponyboy, you can take it," my buddy rasped, his voice thick with desire. “I’m gonna cuuuuummmmmm!” we heard Sara yell into the heavens as she shook, moaned, and screamed. Sara was having an otherworldly orgasm, riding me hard and fast, determined to reach the finish line.
My buddy picked up the pace, slamming into me roughly as I grunted and clenched my teeth, struggling to bear the pounding my virgin hole was taking. “AAAAAAAaaaaammmmmhhh,” we heard as Sara finally came down. She leaned in and kissed me as I continued to grunt, my ass still taking a beating, before lifting herself off me and casually walking into the bathroom to freshen up.
I looked straight up to see my buddy Michael, his face flushed, his big hands holding my legs up and over my chest. “You are such a sweet hole, man,” he grunted, spreading my legs slightly, giving me a clear view of his big belly and beer-can-thick dick slamming into me. “Michael,” I said with some concern, my voice shaky. He reached over with one hand, pulling my head forward. “Look at your dick, Art,” he said. My cock was hard, my full, wet 8 inches rocking back and forth with every thrust into my asshole. “Admit it, man—you’re loving every second,” he muttered, a grin spreading across his face.
Before I could reply, Michael tightened his grip on my dick, his fingers pressing into my skin. My feet were lifted into his armpits, and then he was pounding into me, each thrust a deliberate, punishing force. I was grunting again as he expertly worked my dick. I felt my balls tense and rise as Michael said, “Cum for me, Ponyboy.” He smiled, “Let it go, Ponyboy,” he urged, his grin almost taunting. “Show me how much you love this.”
It was no use—I was going to cum, and nothing could stop it. He let go of my dick, but it was already too late. With several rough thrusts into my hole, I was cumming hard. “AaaaAAAAA,” I yelled, my body shaking as I grunted. “FFFFUUUCKK,” I heard Michael join me as he too was cumming deep in my ass. “Squeeze me, fucker!” he yelled, and without thinking, in the midst of my own orgasm, I complied. I came all over—globs of warm cum splattering my hair, face, and chest.
I was shaking, catching my breath when Michael pulled me in and kissed me roughly.
He sat back up, my legs still in his control, and said, “Squeeze it out, Art. I want to see it.” I was torn and uneasy. His hands squeezed my balls as he ordered, “You squeeze it out, Art, or I’m squeezing these big nuts.” In fear, I squeezed, feeling the warm trail of Michael’s cum seep out of my asshole and slide down my ass. “Fuck yeah, slut, you have such an amazing ass, Art.”
I couldn’t say anything—I just grunted, still catching my breath.
Michael got up, picked up my briefs from the floor, and wiped my ass clean, giving it a few slaps as he finished.
Seeing the turmoil on my face, he made his way to the door. “See you tomorrow, Art,” he said, his lingering gaze speaking volumes—more than just a casual goodbye.
I lay in bed, my mind spinning from what had just happened, still drunk and high but utterly conflicted. “I’m not gay,” I muttered to myself. “What the fuck happened, and why was I so fucking hard?”
A few moments later, I heard Sara’s voice cut through the air. "I’m coming!" Her cries echoed from Michael’s room, sharp and urgent. I thought she had left but I guess micheal was not done with her. “You like that, Sara? You being a good girl?” Michael's voice followed, low and commanding. “Is my baby enjoying her payment” I could have sworn I heard Michael say.
"Yes, daddyyyyyyyyyy," as three hard slaps echoed through the room. I heard Sara as she was overcome with yet another orgasm. Shortly after, Micheal followed suit.
Lying in the dark, my mind replayed every moment. Was this who I was now? Or was this just a wild night that didn’t mean anything? The more I thought about it, the more I realized that everything I thought I knew about myself was starting to unravel.
Everything had changed.
