Date: Tue, 05 Feb 2002 23:48:08 -0400
From: lukex <lukex@subdimension.com>
Subject: Danny in the Dorm, Part 4

Danny in the Dorm
Part 4

Note:  This story contains some bondage and authoritarian themes.  If you
are not interested in that, read no further.  Also, to everyone who emailed
me, thanks very much for the encouragement.  I really appreciate getting
the e-mail, and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write this latest
chapter.  Hope you like it.

lukex@subdimension.com

	I ended up sleeping with my hands tied behind my back and cum on my
face, since Danny had gone to sleep without untying me after I'd blown him,
Adam, and Marc.  The more I thought about it, I felt alternately angry and
excited about the way Danny had treated me, exposing me to a vulnerable
situation when I was in the dorm hallway with my hands tied behind me and
his cum all over my face.  I feared that it could get out of control and
was mad at Danny for behaving that way, but I also found it strangely
exhilarating when he had pushed me out into the hallway, and of course I
had loved sucking off Adam and his friend Marc after they found me in that
state.
	But I resolved to tell Danny that he shouldn't do anything like
that again when he woke up.
	The next morning, Danny woke me up while I was lying on my side on
my bed.  It had taken me a long time to fall asleep, so I slept pretty
late.  He had already showered and was standing near my bed wearing only a
towel, his damp hair dripping on his broad, bare shoulders.  He looked, of
course, fantastic.
	"Hey, cocksucker," he said.  "You gonna spend the whole day in
bed?"
	I rolled over and lay on my back, my hands uncomfortably pinned
behind me.  "No, I have to get up."
	"You still got all that cum on your face?" he said as he leaned
over me, peering down into my face.  "Looks like it all dried up.  Maybe
you need a fresh load, huh?"  He slipped off his towel and climbed aboard
my bed and on my chest, straddling my shoulders with his crotch in the air
above my face.
	He flopped his still soft penis on my face.  "Open up, sperm bank.
I want to make a deposit."
	When I didn't open my mouth right away he started slapping me in
the face with his dick, which began to get hard.  "Come on, cocksucker,
open your faggot mouth and suck me off."
	But instead I turned my head to the side, away from his crotch.  I
don't know what I was thinking; after all he was straddling my chest and my
hands were tied behind my back beneath me--there was no way I could stop
him if he wanted his dick sucked.
	Surprisingly, he settled back away from my face and said "What's
the matter?  You don't want to blow me?"
	I turned towards him and looked at his face.  His hair was damp,
and his bare, muscular chest looked fantastic.  "I don't like what you did
last night, making me suck off those guys."
	"Hey, cocksucker, I didn't make you suck them.  You did that all on
your own."
	"But you pushed me in the hall so they could find me."
	"You didn't have to tell them you liked to suck cock.  You got down
on your fucking knees and begged me for my dick.  Didn't you?"
	I didn't answer.  He was right, of course, and this wasn't going
the way I had wanted at all.  When I still didn't answer, he said "Well,
didn't you?  Didn't you beg me to let you blow me, you cocksucker?"
	I looked up at him, gazing down at me with a sneer on his face.
Then I turned away, towards the wall.  "Yes," I said softly.
	"Damn right you did."  He got off me suddenly and stood.  He
started walking towards his bed as I watched his naked hard ass and then he
turned back towards me.  I looked up at his face, and his eyes were
blazing.  He came over and grabbed me and pulled me down onto the floor,
where he pushed me down on my back and again climbed on top of me,
straddling my chest.  He reached down and grabbed my face with one hand,
and with the other he roughly pushed his thumb into my mouth.  "You sucked
those cocks because you are a dick-hungry faggot cocksucker who can't
resist a real man's dick.  But if I ever do tell you to suck someone's
dick, you will do it, you got that?"  He was holding my head so I had to
look up into his face and pressing down into my throat.  I nodded my head
slightly, as much as I could move it with his hands holding me tightly.
	"And one other thing, you cocksucker.  If you ever turn away again
when I tell you to open your mouth and take my dick, I will drag your
faggot ass into the bathroom down the hall, tie you to a stall, and tell
every fucking guy on this campus to come get his dick sucked.  You got
that?"
	I nodded again, his eyes locked into mine.  Then he pulled his
thumb out of my mouth and inserted his rock-hard dick.  "Now take this
cock, homo," he said as he pushed his dick all the way into my mouth.  It
hurt a little because of the angle of our bodies, but even though I tried
to keep it from going in too far he slowly pushed it forward relentlessly
until his cock was fully lodged in my throat and my face was pressed up
hard against his crotch.
	"I think you deserve a good face fuck today, cocksucker," Danny
said as he proceeded to rise up from his sitting position and stretch out
above me.  Then he began doing push-ups, with his hard cock pulled up just
to the edge of my lips and then roughly forced deep into my throat with
each downward motion.  He was able to get his cock really far down this
way, and he kept pushing his body down hard each time until it smashed into
my face.  I looked up at his hard, flat stomach, unable to move position
with my hands tied behind me and his body stretched out above mine.
	He had probably done about forty push-ups, fucking my throat raw
until my jaw ached, when he dropped the whole weight of his body on me,
with his dick buried in me.  I could hear him breathing heavy, though I
couldn't see his face.  I guess he was resting from the exertion, but he
didn't say anything.  He lay there like that for a moment, and I couldn't
breathe and felt myself getting ready to gag on his dick.  I squirmed a
little, hoping he would realize I needed him to pull his cock out, but he
remained motionless.  Finally when I couldn't take it anymore I started
coughing and gagging on his dick, and then he pulled his body up and his
cock slipped all the way out of my mouth.
	I lay there, looking up at his cock, pointing down into my face and
poised for insertion.  When I stopped coughing, he pushed his dick forward
into my mouth again as the force of his body moved his dick deep into my
throat, and he said, "Choke on my dick, cocksucker."  He kept it down deep
for a few seconds and then resumed his intense face-fucking but after only
about ten more thrusts, he pulled it out all the way and swiftly got up on
his knees as his cock started to pour cum.  He dumped a load of his sweet,
thick, creamy cum all over my face again.
	Danny knelt there next to me for a second, his cock leaking a
little.  He held it over my face as he looked down at me and squeezed out
the last few drops onto my cheek.  "Gotta make sure I get all the cum out,
right?" he said, and then proceeded to bang his cock against my forehead
and wipe the last little bit of wetness into me.
	His beautiful chest, which I loved, looked spectacular after his
push-up workout.  Danny had the most muscular yet graceful body I had ever
seen, his muscles in perfect proportion.  I just lay there taking in the
breathtaking view while he gathered himself.
	Then he stood and walked over to this dresser.  I waited while he
dressed himself, expecting him to untie me so I could get ready for class.
I craned my neck over to see my alarm clock; I still had more than an hour
before my first class.
	When he sat down on his bed and started to lace up his tennis
shoes, I got a little worried.  Putting on his shoes was always the last
thing Danny did before leaving (he obsessively disliked wearing shoes) and
I began to fear that he might go without untying me.  Even though I worried
it might provoke him, I said, in the most friendly voice I could summon,
"Hey, can you untie me so I can get to class?"  When I opened my mouth to
speak, some cum dripped into my mouth.  It tasted great.
	Danny stood and reached for his backpack.  "No, faggot, I don't
think I will.  Maybe you should spend the day thinking about what happened
this morning.  That way you can decide if you will ever turn his
cocksucking face away from me again when I deign to let you suck me off.
You got that, cocksucker?"
	"No, Danny, come on...I've got to go to class.  You know I'll suck
you whenever you want it.  I was just a little mad from last--"
	"Shut up," he said, cutting me off.  "I'm going to class.  Tell you
what, though, I'll leave the door unlocked, so maybe someone will come by
and you can ask them to untie you."
	"Wait, don't leave," I started to say, but he walked out.  I was
incredulous.  I didn't want to miss class, and could not believe that he
had left me like this.  I suppose that after the previous night, I
shouldn't have been too surprised, since he had already raised the stakes
on our sexual game-playing by exposing me as his cocksucker to two other
guys.
	I rolled over on to my side and began trying to release myself.  He
had buckled his belt tightly around my wrists and I tried to unclasp it but
my fingers couldn't reach.
	I sat up and slid across the floor over so I could lean against my
bed, and considered what to do next.  My first thought was that I should
lock the door, since in our dorm people did sometimes walk into each
other's rooms, and I didn't want someone else wandering in and finding me
tied up with Danny's cum on my face.  At least, I probably didn't want that
to happen.
	As I was sitting there considering what to do next, the door began
to open.  My heart started to beat faster and faster as I watched the door
swing open and waited to see who it would be.  I relaxed slightly when I
saw it was Adam, the buff, quiet guy from down the hall who had at first
befriended me last night when he thought Danny might have taken advantage
of me, but who had eventually stuffed my face with his cock too.
	Adam stood there in the doorway, leaving the door open while he
looked at me, sitting on the floor, hands tied behind me and Danny's fresh
load on my face.
	"Could you shut the door, please?" I asked, and Adam immediately
did.
	He stood there, looking at me, not saying anything.  I said, "Danny
never untied me from last night, and now he's left for class.  Can you
untie me, please?"
	Adam nodded.  "Yeah, I know.  He came by my room a couple of
minutes ago and said you were in here waiting for me.  Told me to come by
for a blow job and to let you go."
	"Oh," I said.  So Danny hadn't really left me like this for the day
after all.  Though it was possible that Adam might not have come by.  Adam
just stood there, a look of uncertainty on his face.  "So can you untie me,
please?" I asked again.
	"Yeah, sure," Adam said and I scooted away from the bed as he
crouched down behind me and removed the belt that tightly bound my wrists
together behind my back.  They were very sore and I rubbed my forearms as I
looked at the crimson bands the belt had left in my skin over the hours I
had been tied up.
	Adam continued to stand there in the center of my room, looking
really hot in his jeans and sweatshirt.  "So do you want a blow job?" I
asked.
	"Uh, no, I, uh" Adam stammered, his inarticulateness ultimately
giving way to silence and sheepishness.
	"It's okay.  I'll suck your dick if you want."  I was starting to
get hard thinking about it.  A minute passed, me sitting on the floor and
Adam just standing there.  I had given four blow jobs the previous night
and one this morning, and I had time for another before my class.  I
interpreted Adam's continued presence in my room as an implicit yes, so I
switched from sitting to kneeling and reached for the button on his jeans.
	"No, wait, this is too weird." Adam said and backed away slightly.
	"Look, whatever, Adam.  You were nice enough to come in here and
untie me, which you didn't have to do.  And Danny told you you could get
your dick sucked when you did, and I will suck you off if you want it.  And
if you don't I won't.  But there's no reason to get all wigged out over
it."
	I suppose it might have seemed odd for this quiet, withdrawn jock
that the guy down the hall was perfectly happy to kneel before him and suck
the cum from his cock.  But he wasn't leaving either.  And the longer he
stood there with his crotch at eye-level and looking unbelievably sexy in
his unself-conscious way, the less reserved I became about getting that
cock.
	Again, I reached for his jeans and this time, while he took a very
slight step backwards, he didn't stop me.  I unbutton the top button and
pulled down on his fly.  "I don't know," he said very quietly, under his
breath.  I reached up with both hands and yanked down on his jeans and his
underwear all in one motion, pulling them down to his thighs and exposing
his short, fat dick.
	"Wait..." he said, again trailing off and leaving his though
incomplete.
	I leaned my face in towards his crotch but did not touch him.
"Look, if you want to feel your cock in my mouth, you can, and if you
don't, don't.  I leave it up to you."  And with that I opened my mouth and
titled my head back, so that my open mouth was positioned just underneath
his jutting cock, waiting for him to enter.  I looked up at him and waited.
	Adam looked down at me uncertainly.  I can't imagine what he made
of all this, but after a moment of consideration he made the sensible
choice and, leaning his body forward, he slid his cock into my waiting
mouth.  I slurped it in and sucked him down.
	I slid my mouth on and off his dick.  It was very wide but not too
long, so though I had to stretch my lips to get all the way around it, it
was easy to swallow it down to the root.  He stood there rather passively
as I sucked him, and since my hands were free (for once), I reached up
under his sweatshirt and T-shirt and felt for his pecs.  He made no move to
stop me, as Danny almost certainly would have, and I rubbed his hard,
muscular chest.  He was bigger than Danny was, bulkier, and even though I
preferred Danny's more graceful muscles, I could definitely appreciate
Adam's rock hard chest.
	I knelt there sucking his thick cock and rubbing his big pecs,
sometimes playing with his nipples, for a few minutes.  At one point he
placed one hand on the back of my head, and I looked up as he did so.  He
was looking down at me with a very placid expression.  He used his hand to
guide my head as I went up and down on him.  Not pushing me exactly, just
gingerly guiding me and still letting me control the blow job.  After a few
more minutes of this he started to moan and began rubbing his fingers
through my hair as I pushed down on his dick.  Then without warning he
started to shoot his hot, thick cum into my mouth.  He pushed my head down
hard onto his cock at that point, forcing his shooting dick deep into my
throat where he sprayed his cum.  I swallowed it down.
	When he had finished, he released his hold on my head and stepped
back.  He reached down awkwardly and pulled up his pants.  I remained
there, kneeling on the floor, waiting to see what he would do next.  I
could taste his semen on my tongue.
	"Well, thanks," he said.  "I gotta get to class."  He was obviously
still a little freaked out by the whole thing and anxious to leave.
	"Hey, Adam," I said, "who was that guy who was with you last night?
His name was--Marc?"
	"Yeah," Adam replied.  "He lives up on 4."
	"I thought I'd seen him around.  He a good friend of yours?"
	Adam shrugged.  "We hang out."
	"He seemed to get into it last night."
	"I suppose," Adam said.  "When we left here he just kept talking
about how great it would be to have a roommate who would give you a blow
job whenever you want one."
	"Don't you think so?" I asked.
	He just shrugged again.  Then he gave me a slight smile and walked
out.
	I reached up and rubbed my face; Danny's cum hadn't dried
completely, and I could feel a little wetness on my cheek.  I licked the
small amount of goo from my fingers, and jerked myself off while I rubbed
the cum on my face.  Finally it was time to shower and then off to class.


	Our room was empty when I got back from my classes.  I was pretty
tired from not getting too much sleep the night before, so when I climbed
on my bed with a history book, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.
I slept for about an hour or two; when I woke up it was starting to get
dark outside, and Danny still was not home.  I resumed my reading, sitting
up on my bed.
	A short while later someone knocked.  "Come in," I called out, and
in walked Marc followed by another guy.  I didn't know Marc (in fact, I
only knew his name from hearing Adam use it the night before) and seeing
him again I took a closer look at him.  He was definitely a stud.  He had a
very handsome face, with piercing almond eyes that drew you in.  And a
toned, muscular body.  He was wearing just a tank top and jeans, so I could
see his strong, broad shoulders and sizable biceps.  He wasn't super bulky
like Adam, but decidedly strong and powerful, commensurate with his body
size.
	The guy behind him looked instantly familiar, though I'd never met
him.  I definitely remembered seeing him in the dorm before, because it is
not possible to forget seeing someone as hunky as he was.  He was tall,
very tall, with tight, dark, curly hair and deep blue eyes.  And he also
had a toned, muscular body.  He would regularly play basketball on the
court right outside our dorm when the weather was warmer, and I remembered
fondly taking in the view as he gracefully controlled the court.  Plus, he
used to regularly play with his shirt off, so I would often admire the view
of his smooth, muscular chest.
	They came in and shut the door.  I looked up at them from the bed,
feeling a slight pang of nervousness.
	"Hey," Marc said, "where were you this morning?  I thought I told
you to come up to my room and suck me off before class?"
	"Um," I said, unsure how to respond.
	"Well, what the fuck?  You walk around the halls with a load of cum
on your face, but you won't come up to the fourth floor to blow me?"
	"I, I, didn't know."
	"I told my roommate Greg that you were coming up to suck my dick,
and then you didn't show up.  That's not right."
	I looked over at the roommate Greg, who was watching this exchange
intently but not saying anything.
	"Well, I'm here now, faggot, so get ready to eat my dick."  And
with that Marc moved closer to the bed where I was sitting.  He got to the
edge of my bed and stood there.  I was sitting back on the bed, resting up
against the wall.  "Well, come on," he said.  "Take out my dick and suck
it."  I didn't move for a minute, until he said, "now, cocksucker."  Then I
scooted forward on the bed and reached for his belt.
	Greg walked over to Marc's side while I was undoing his belt.  "And
you're going to blow my friend too, you got that, faggot?" Marc said.  I
nodded as I unsnapped his jeans.
	Marc pulled down his jeans, and I could make out the shape of his
big dick inside his boxers.  When I reached up to pull down his boxers, he
swatted my hand away.  "No, faggot, take Greg's jeans off first."
	I swiveled slightly and reached up for Greg's waist.  As I was
starting to unbutton his 501s, I reflected for a second on how remarkably
things had changed.  All because of what started as an innocent game, just
horsing around, Danny had uncovered in me a fierce desire to suck cock, and
had taken full advantage of it.  And now I was about to blow some guy I had
never spoken to, which seemed weird, a little crazy even, but on the other
hand, here was a guy that I had seen and lusted after for months, and now
my hands were at his crotch.  It was strange and unexpected, and I couldn't
believe my luck.
	I pulled down his jeans, exposing his dick profiled against his leg
inside his underwear.  I was unsure what to do next, whether I should pull
down his shorts or Marc's, but Marc made sure I did what he wanted.  He
grabbed my head and turned it back towards him, pushing his crotch hard
into my face.  He rubbed his crotch all over my face while he said, "Get
ready for a good face-fucking, boy, because I am gonna split your throat
open with this cock."
	He let go of my head momentarily while he pulled down his boxers,
and I was once again greeted by his beautiful dick.  "Look familiar,
queer?" Marc said.  "Remember eating that last night?"  I nodded.  "Open
your cocksucker mouth," Marc ordered.  I opened my mouth and looked up at
him.  "Keep it open," he said as he grabbed his dick and slapped my face
with it.  By now his dick was looking pretty hard, and he just kept hitting
me in the face with it.  I could faintly smell that great cock smell, and
occasionally his balls would brush up against my face as he pummeled me
with his cock.
	By this point, Greg had pulled out his dick as well, and he moved
in a little closer and began slapping my face with it also.  One of them on
each side, Marc mostly hitting me in or near my mouth while Greg
dick-slapped around my forehead.
	"Can you believe this little faggot just sitting there getting
dick-slapped by two guys?" Marc said.
	Greg kind of grunted and said, "Never thought I'd see anything like
this."
	"Alright, that's enough," Marc said, and he turned my face more
directly towards him and inserted his stiff dick into my mouth, pushing it
as far inside as he could get it.  I had gotten unbelievably hard while
these two studs dickslapped me simultaneously, and I didn't think it would
be possible to get any harder, but the feeling of Marc's cock plunging into
my throat did the trick.
	"Now, suck it good, faggot," Marc said, and I did my best.  I
sucked his cock hard and deep while I watched his buddy stroking himself
out of the corner of my eye.  "You should be jerking off Greg while you
suck me, cocksucker, so he doesn't have to."  I reached over for Greg's
dick and began pulling on it while I continued to suck Marc down.
	After a couple of minutes Marc instructed me to switch, and I
turned over to Greg's cock.  It was very long, though not terribly thick,
so it slid in easily, but it was a bit tough to get it all the way in.
(And by now, after all the workouts Danny had given me, I had become a
master at deep-throating.)  I slid my head up and down on his cock, now
jerking Marc while I did.  Then I felt Marc's hand on the back of my head,
pushing me further down onto Greg's dick.  Marc used my mouth as a toy for
Greg's cock for a couple of minutes, and then pulled me all the way off.  I
was starting to get a little tired; there hadn't been more than two seconds
that a cock was not deep in my mouth since I started blowing the two of
them.
	"Get down on the bed," Marc said.  "Let's try another way."
	I lay down on the bed, with them standing by the side of the bed.
"No, not like that, you stupid faggot," Marc said.  "Lie on the bed with
your head hanging off the side, so we can fuck it good."  And he reached
down and, with Greg's help, turned me around so that I was on my back with
the head hanging off the side of the bed.  Of course, the bed wasn't wide
enough for me to lie in that direction, so my legs were up against the wall
on the other side of the bed.  After they had positioned me the way they
wanted me, Marc adopted a firmer stance, with his cock poised over my face.
	As he pushed down on top of me, I took a deep breath, and then Marc
slid his cock all the way down my throat and held it there.  His balls were
pressed against my nose at this angle (they smelled great - clean and
masculine and jock-like).  Then he pulled out and began a steady in and out
rhythm.  Each time, he would pull his cock almost all the way out of my
mouth and then give a firm downward thrust that completely plunged his dick
deep into my throat and basically covered the top part of my face with his
crotch.
	"You get a good angle this way," he explained to Greg as he fucked
my face.  "Saw it in a porn movie once: some girl who blew a bunch of guys
while she was lying on a bed.  But she couldn't take it as deep as this
faggot."
	"Cool," I heard Greg say, though I wasn't exactly sure where he was
standing, as my vision was partially obscured by the body of the stud
drilling his cock into my face.  Marc started picking up speed, which made
it harder and harder for me to breathe.
	After a couple of minutes of this intense face-fucking, Marc pulled
out, breathing hard.  "You have a go," he said to Greg.
	Marc stepped back and Greg moved into his position.  Again, I felt
the firm pressure of a hard dick entering my mouth and then my throat.
Because Greg's dick was so long, I could feel it deep in me, though I don't
think he went in as far as Marc, because I didn't feel his balls forced
against my face the way Marc's were.  But little by little he began his
thrusts, and it began to feel like they were getting deeper.
	It was around this point, while I was lying with my head off the
edge of the bed getting face-fucked by a stranger, that I heard the door
open.  "Hey!" I heard Danny's voice in the background.  "What's going on?"
	"Hey, dude," Marc said.  "Came down to use your faggot roommate."
	"Alright!" Danny replied.  "He giving you good service?"
	"No complaints.  It's Danny, right?" he said.  "Marc.  This is my
roommate Greg."
	"Yeah, I know Greg.  We played hoops a couple of times."
	"How ya doin', Danny?" Greg said.
	It was surreal, really, listening to this conversation around me
while Greg plowed my face.
	Greg really began picking up speed now, and each time when he would
thrust in, he would push it very far and hold it.  With each successive
thrust I was finding it harder and harder to take and to breathe.  Finally,
at one point when he just kept his cock pressed down into my throat for an
extended time (saying "Take it, faggot"), I couldn't take it anymore, and I
reached up with both hands and pushed hard against his pelvis, pushing him
out of my throat.
	Greg stepped back and his dick slid out of my mouth and plopped
onto my upturned face.  Then he stepped back again and I could see the
three of them.  I lifted my head slightly, feeling a little dazed from all
the cocksucking.
	"Hey!" Danny called out.  "What is that?  That's not nice.  If a
guy is kind enough to let you suck him, cocksucker, you don't push him
away.  What kind of service is that?"
	"I needed a rest," I said.
	Danny walked over and straddled my face.  He had jeans on, and he
just lowered himself onto me.  "I don't give a fuck.  That's not how we
treat our guests, right?  Say 'right,' " he ordered.
	"Right," I said, though with his body covering my face I can't
imagine they heard anything but a grunt.
	"Good cocksucker," Danny said.  "Go ahead, guys, he won't do that
again."  And then Danny climbed on top of my bed and straddled my chest,
leaning over and pinning my arms by my sides.
	Greg resumed his position and began fucking my face again.  He set
a good, firm pace, and even though my jaw was tired at this point, I loved
the feeling of his dick spearing my throat.  Plus with Danny on top of me
and holding down my arms, I was getting close to shooting myself.  Greg
kept talking while I sucked him, saying things like "take that cock," and
"yeah, swallow it," and "take it all, cocksucker."
	Marc moved in a couple of minutes later and they traded positions
again.  This time I could feel Greg's dick against my chin while Marc
fucked my face.  After a brief warm-up, Marc got faster and faster and
rougher and rougher until he was plowing my mouth like there was no
tomorrow.  He let out a great shout and I felt a spurt of cum in my mouth.
But he was moving so fast that his dick slipped all the way out, and I felt
another two shots of cum spray everywhere.  Then a third one hit my chin,
where Greg was still rubbing his cock, and Marc was able to get his cock
back in my mouth where he dumped the last couple of shots.  As he pulled
out and stepped back, Greg turned my head to the side where he was
standing.  I could see a white strand of Marc's cum down the length of his
dick.  He held my head and then slid his dick against my lips, wiping
Marc's cum off onto my lips.  When he finished, he forced my lips open with
his cock and starting thrusting again.  I could still taste Marc's cum on
him, and after another minute or so, he began to shoot.  He was jerking
himself as he did, with his dick half in my mouth, so his hand kept banging
up against my face.  He shot most of his load into my mouth, but towards
the end he pulled out and jerked it a few more times.  Two or three final
pearls landed on my face.  When he was completely done, he turned my face
all the down and wiped his cock on the other side of my face (the side
without any cum on it).  Then he wiped his fist, which was a little
slippery with his--or Marc's--cum, in my hair.
	Danny released his grip on my arms, but stayed in position
straddling me.  The guys pulled up their pants.
	"So what's the deal, Danny?" Marc asked.  "When can we get blow
jobs?  Do you have a schedule for the cocksucker or what?"
	"No, just take them whenever you want one.  Unless I'm using him,
he's all yours."
	"Alright, dude, see you later.  Later, cocksucker," Marc called
out, and they left.
	"Well, well," said Danny, snickering.  He climbed off me, saying
"you are turning into quite the dorm cocksucker, aren't you?"


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