Throughout the week following Derek’s first encounter with Ethan in the locker room, the pair had already met up again a couple times after dinner. It was non-reciprocal, with Derek letting Ethan use his mouth and throat, shooting various loads all over his face or down his throat without Ethan ever returning the favour and making Derek cum, but Derek didn’t truthfully mind. In fact, Ethan sucking him off would have probably ruined a bit of the straight boy fantasy, though with how comfortable Ethan seemed with another man gargling on his cock and balls, Derek guessed that Ethan was probably in reality closer to the centre of the Kinsey scale than he would freely admit.
In any case, Derek was just happy to be getting some action at all, given that just a couple days ago he had resolved himself to a little over a month of celibacy and masturbation. Plus Ethan was probably the hottest guy Derek had ever done anything with, way hotter than his scrawny little theatre kid ex, Simon, who had dumped him at the end of the spring semester. As much as getting dumped had dinged his ego, his experiences with Ethan had clarified something about Derek’s relationship with Simon, that honestly one of the biggest issues throughout their year and a half long time together had been that they were both bottoms, pretending to be vers. Getting manhandled and tossed around by Ethan, who with each session had gotten more comfortable with being rough and degrading as he saw how well Derek responded to it, had really driven it home for Derek that he had more than just incidentally submissive tendencies, he wanted to be used like a cheap whore.
Derek was settling into bed after dinner that night when he felt his phone buzz on his lap. He picked it up, he had a new message from Ethan. His cock stiffened instantly, and he slid his phone open to read it. It said, simply, “my room, now.”
Derek shot out of bed, throwing on the nearest clothes he could find crumpled on the floor of the dorm room, and made his way down the hall to the stairs, and then out across the quad to the neighbouring residence hall where Ethan’s room that he shared with team captain Conner Wolfe stood on the second floor. He hoofed it up the stairs excitedly and walked quickly down the hall, knocking on Ethan’s door quietly. The door swung open almost immediately, with Ethan standing there in a faded old t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of loose, plaid boxers. His scruffy face broke into a mischievous smile.
“Hey man, come on in,” he beckoned.
Derek stepped across the threshold. The room was sparse, but much more spacious than the tiny single Derek had been assigned, and with its own en-suite bathroom as opposed to the shared one for the floor that Derek had in his building. Derek walked further in and turned to see Conner, Ethan’s roommate and the team captain, sitting on his bed. Derek jumped, and turned to Ethan inquisitively. Ethan just smirked and cocked an eyebrow.
“Hey man,” Conner said in a smooth, deep voice, looking up from his phone and giving a little wave with his left hand. Compared to his roommate, much about Conner was smooth. Where Ethan’s voice was gravelly and raspy, Conner’s was like butter. Where Ethan was swarthy, hairy and tattooed, Conner’s skin was by contrast creamy, pale and seemingly hairless except for a faint happy trail running from his belly button down. His face was as well clean shaven and he had a deep auburn crew cut atop his head. In truth, he had a bit of a corn-fed vibe, like the high school football star from an Archie comic. He was laying in bed wearing nothing but a pair of mid-thigh shorts, his beefy, toned torso exposed.
“Hey—” Derek said tentatively, “I’m Derek, the equipment manager, nice to meet you…”
“Oh don’t worry, dude, I’ve told Conner here all about you,” Ethan chimed in, throwing an arm around Derek and tussling his hair playfully.
Derek’s head was swimming, he stammered, “Oh— okay, that’s cool…”
“Yeah Ethan told me about your little locker room rendezvous,” Conner said, sitting up on the edge of his bed.
Derek smirked nervously.
Conner stood up, and continued, “and I just had to meet the man who gave my friend here ‘the best blowjob he ever had’ in person…”
Conner was standing face to face with the duo, Ethan’s muscular arm still thrown around Derek’s shoulder.
“Ah—” Derek said, “that’s um— high praise I guess…”
“Yes, it is,” Ethan said, pulling his arm back to his side and turning around to stand next to Conner now, “so we wanted to see if you’d mind Conner joining for a little fun tonight.”
The two burly men towered about half a head above Derek. The smaller man stood there momentarily stunned, his cock throbbing in his shorts, “For real?”
Conner smiled, “Yeah, we’ve got at minimum a month here before I’m home and have other options to get sucked off, so why not?”
Derek chuckled slightly, “So uh— do you guys pull this with every equipment manager or just me and Miss Titty-Bang last year?”
The two roommates turned to look at each other and laughed heartily, Ethan shrugged, “We may have practiced this routine a few times before…”
“So you down?” Conner asked.
“Yeah, um— sure,” Derek nodded, still in mild disbelief.
The trio all stood there for a moment, staring at each other.
“Okay then, what are you waiting for? Get on your knees, bitch” Ethan chuckled sarcastically.
Rolling his eyes, Derek complied, kneeling down on the cold linoleum floor of the dorm room in front of the two hulking men. Ethan and Conner looked at each other momentarily then both yanked their shorts around their ankles. Conner’s cock was around the same length as Ethan’s, maybe slightly shorter, and not quite as prodigiously girthy, but still impressive. He was cut, and his hard cock hooked sharply to the right, framed by an auburn bush the same colour as his hair, much more neatly manicured than Ethan’s.
“Why don’t you start with Captain Hook over here?” Ethan said sarcastically, and Conner rolled his eyes and playfully slapped his shoulder. Derek complied, grabbing Conner’s cock at the base and working the head with his lips and tongue, before sliding his mouth all the way down to the hilt, flicking his tongue against the bottom of the shaft as he went. Conner let out a low moan.
As he continued working Conner’s cock with his left hand and mouth, Derek reached over with his right hand to start jerking off Ethan.
“Suck on my balls while you jerk me off,” Conner commanded breathily, and Derek happily complied, gargling Conner’s smooth shaven balls in his mouth while he continued to jerk of both men with either hand. After a bit he switched off, sucking on Ethan’s foreskin before gliding his mouth down to the base of Ethan’s cock while he continued jerking off Conner with his left hand. He continued back and forth like this for a while until Ethan grabbed Derek on either side of his head and pulled him back, pinning his shoulder blades against the edge of the bed behind him, and putting his own left foot up on the bed behind Derek, using the leverage to pound Derek’s throat from above.
“You like that don’t you? You dirty little fucking faggot,” Ethan growled.
“Whoa dude, chill out,” Conner cut in, evidently jarred by the slur.
Ethan paused his thrusting momentarily, his cock still jammed down Derek’s throat, and turned to his roommate, “No dude don’t worry it’s chill, he likes it when you talk to him like that, it turns him on…”
Derek saw Conner peak around Ethan’s torso to look down at him, face pressed against Ethan’s pubic bone, “That true?”
Derek looked up with tears streaming out of his eyes, and nodded, grumbling a muffled assent, still gagged to the hilt by Ethan’s cock.
“Alright well don’t let me rain on your parade, then, I guess,” Conner chuckled, and Ethan recommenced his onslaught on Derek’s mouth and throat. Pressed against the bed, Derek managed to contort out of his own shorts and was jerking off his own pre-cum soaked dick as Ethan fucked his throat from above. After a few minutes, Ethan pulled out and stood back, his dick dripping with a thick coat of saliva and pre-cum, and offered up Derek’s mouth to Conner, who assumed a similar stance and began his own salvo of throat-fucking, balls slapping against Derek’s wet, sticky chin. Conner continued pounding the throat of the pinned Derek for another couple minutes before his legs shuttered slightly and he pulled out, blasting three heavy ropes of glistening cum across the bottom half of Derek’s face.
“Holy fuck, dude…” Conner said, out of breath as he stepped back from the kneeling, cum-covered Derek.
“Told you,” Ethan said, stepping forward to grab Derek by the hair, “now come finish me off, you little fucking slut.”
Derek took a deep breath, licking as much of Conner’s salty cum from around his mouth as he could, before he leaned forward and plunged back down on Ethan’s dick. He worked the head and shaft vigorously with his mouth and right hand, while he jerked himself off with the left. Ethan liked a sloppy, wet blowjob and Derek knew how to provide one, and within a couple minutes of vigorous sucking Derek could feel Ethan’s cock pulse and, without warning, he shot a thick, creamy load right against the back of Derek’s throat. Derek, furiously stroking his own cock, busted four ropes of creamy cum seconds later onto the floor and Ethan’s right foot. He felt lightheaded.
“You better clean that up,” Ethan growled playfully, grabbing a fistful of Derek’s hair and forcing his face to the ground. Derek, face hot with a cocktail of shame and arousal, complied, dutifully licking his own load off of Ethan’s foot and the floor. Derek could hear a disbelieving chuckle from Conner as he did so. When he was done, he straightened back up, still on his knees, to look at both roommates as they stood next to each other, their cocks gradually softening.
“Well…” Derek said, his voice raspy, “I hope I managed to live up to the reviews from Ethan.”
Both of the roommates chuckled, “No fucking question about that,” Conner replied, exhaling with satisfaction.
Derek wiped the remainder of Conner’s load off his cheeks with his finger, then licked it. “Well let’s do this again sometime” Derek said, standing up and turning towards the en suite bathroom to go wipe off the rest of his dishevelled face.
“How about tomorrow night?” Conner said with a wry chuckle.
Derek turned to look at the duo, unsure if it was a serious request, “Yeah sure if you want…”
“Actually…” Ethan said, a devilish look flashing in his eyes, “I was thinking tomorrow we could maybe fuck you in the ass…”
Conner turned, eyebrows raised, to look at Ethan, evidently surprised by the proposal his roommate had just made. He turned back to look at Derek, awaiting his reaction.
Derek blushed, taken aback again by Ethan’s trademark blunt delivery. “Yeah, I mean— if you want— I’m down…”
“Sound’s good, then,” Ethan said, reaching over to playfully slap Derek on the ass. The blow made Derek’s entire body shudder with erotic anticipation. Ethan continued, “now clean yourself up and get out of here, we’ve got an early conditioning run in the morning.”
“You got it, sir,” Derek said sarcastically, giving a mocking salute as he turned around to head into the bathroom as Conner plopped himself back down, naked, onto his bed on the other side of the room. As Derek was bent over washing his face in the sink he suddenly felt a semi-hard cock press against his ass. He looked up to see Ethan in the mirror behind him.
Ethan grabbed him by the neck and wrenched Derek backward, his hairy, meaty torso pressed into Derek’s back as he continued to grind his progressively hardening cock into Derek’s ass, pinning Derek between himself and the sink. Ethan sucked on Derek’s ear, biting his earlobe gently, before growling into his ear with hot breath, “I’ve got to say I kind of like it when you call me sir…”
Derek’s cock stiffened again. Ethan’s hand choking him slightly, he croaked, “Oh is that so?”
The pair both looked at each other in the mirror in front of them, watching Ethan pressed against Derek, continuing to grind his, now hard, cock between the cheeks of Derek’s perky ass.
“Yeah, I do,” Ethan growled again into his ear almost whispering, “so why don’t you keep it up tomorrow and call me ‘sir’ while I’m fucking this tight little faggot pussy of yours?”
Derek’s cock was rock hard again, he felt like he was going to explode. Ethan’s hand still around his throat he nodded, “Can do, sir...”
“Good boy,” Ethan said, letting go of his throat and stepping back, firmly spanking Derek on the ass, then turning to hop into the small shower at the other end of the bathroom. Derek was so turned on he needed a moment to collect himself, before he turned around out of the bathroom and went to collect his clothes. Conner looked up from the bed at Derek, and for some reason Derek blushed with shame at being seen by the team captain with his freshly rock hard erection sticking straight forward, despite the fact that he had just been sucking on said team captain’s balls less than fifteen minutes before. He rushed to collect his clothes and get dressed.
“Thanks again, man, that was fun,” Conner said as Derek pulled his shirt back on.
“Not a problem,” Derek said, smiling nervously back at the hulking man laying, still naked, in the bed.
“I guess we’ll uh— see you tomorrow then,” Conner said, blushing ever so slightly himself.
“You um— you will indeed,” Derek said, more awkwardly than he intended, “anyway, have a good night, I’ll see you guys at practice tomorrow morning.” Derek turned and headed for the door.
“Sounds good, man,” Conner called after him, not looking up from his phone.
Derek closed the door behind him quietly, and made his way towards the staircase at the end of the hall. His head was reeling, and he almost vibrated with a mixture of fear and excitement about what awaited him the following evening. He made it back to his room and plopped down on the bed, too shot through with adrenaline to fall asleep. He was up for another hour or so lost in thought until eventually, exhausted, he drifted off.
