Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2014 23:19:40 -0500
From: Somewhat Perverse <somewhat.perverse@gmail.com>
Subject: Guess

Guess
m/m+, ds, hm

I parted the stall curtain with two fingers and peered through the gap. My
five favorite housemates, Matt, Ken, Craig, Juan, and Jaeger, stood naked
under the shower heads. Water poured down their buttocks and spattered on
the tile floor. Suds swirled down the drain.
	Jaeger turned under the stream, revealing his hard pectorals. I
jerked my cock, making as little noise as I could. I didn't want them to
know I stood there, naked and wanking in the side stall. Craig's sweet blue
eyes darted in my direction. I let the curtain fall.
	I closed my eyes, listening to the fall of water. My cock jumped in
my pumping fist as I recalled the glimpses I'd snagged of ass and cock:
Matt's ruddy skin and smooth chest, Ken's long legs, Juan's muscled thighs
moving against each other. Feet padded, and voices softened. The curtain
twitched as it did whenever someone entered or left the shower.
	Each morning's wash offered a little release from the pressures of
life in the dorm. I was the new kid, having just transferred in as a
freshman and too shy to approach the other boys. My neck strained. A lock
of blond hair fell across my face, and I stretched onto the toes of my
pale, lean legs. I groaned involuntarily, ready for the spasm that would
send my cum splattering against the shower wall.
	Suddenly, the curtain flew open. The rings clattered, and the
corner whipped my leg. I spun.
	Matt and Juan rushed in, pinned my arms, and hauled me into the
main shower. I struggled in their grip. My hard dick bounced against my
thighs as they flung me to my knees. My palms slammed into the wet tiles,
splashing water.
	All five boys stood over me, naked, laughing, and desirable.
	Ken had his hands on his hips. He was taller than the others, with
a shock of brown hair. "Happy there, Dave?" He nudged my cock with his wet
toes.
	My face turned so red I thought I would die.
	Ken ran his foot along my belly. I shuddered. "Looks like we have a
voyeur for a housemate," he said to the others.
	Even in my humiliation, I couldn't help checking them out, as they
stood in a half circle. Ken was tall and lean, with olive skin and
penetrating green eyes. He majored in Philosophy or Religious Studies or
something; his quick, cutting wit kept others in their place in the longue
or during dorm meetings.  Craig supposedly studied Chemistry, though I
really knew him for his taste in the craft beers he wasn't old enough to
buy himself. His ebony bangs shook and his abdominals rippled beneath his
pale skin as he laughed at me. The redhead, Matt, was in and out of the
dorm on sexual conquests. I'd never spoken to him, though I'd eyed his
compact, muscled frame with envy as we passed in the hall. Juan was an
athletic sophomore with thick fencer's thighs, dense stubble, and dark
chest hair. Our football player, Jaeger, was ripped and hard, with an icy
gaze and short blond hair. When he spoke, he sounded like an Arnold
caricature. The other boys joked that he was majoring in Aryan studies. Not
me: I just wanted him to talk to me more.
	Ken had his hands on his hips. He was taller than the others, with
a shock of brown hair. His dick wiggled intriguingly. "Happy there, Dave?"
He nudged my cock with his wet toes.
	My face turned so red I thought I would die.
	Ken ran his foot along my belly. I shuddered. He turned to the
others. "Looks like we have a voyeur for a housemate," he said.
	"Please don't tell anyone," I begged. Tears streamed down my
face. "I don't want to be expelled."
	Ken looked from one boy to the other, then down at me. They nodded,
as if silently consenting to some plan they'd devised. He turned off the
taps. The water trickled away down the drain.
	"Don't worry. We won't turn in a useful faggot," he said. "We just
need to devise a suitable punishment."
	My cock twitched between my knees. Did he mean what I thought he
meant?
	"Sit up," Ken ordered. I settled my buttocks on my heels. The hard
tiles bit my knees. I felt incredibly exposed. I was lean, not ripped, with
the rapid growth of my last year in high school, but only a little muscle
from the gym. My cock bobbed and twitched.
	The half circle of boys regarded me with predatory glee.
	Craig's hand drifted to his dick. He stroked it contemplatively.
	"I think he'll do fine," Juan commented.
	My heart hammered.
	They looked to Ken. He said, "Dave needs to prove himself. A truly
dedicated gay slut would know his friends intimately: especially their
cocks. Dave should learn to recognize us. Matt?"
	Matt shook his cock. It swelled under his hand. A broad pink head
swelled over a thick shaft.  Veins strained under his pale, freckled skin.
	I stretched out my hand, ready to fulfill so many fantasies.
	"Don't touch" Ken snapped. "That's for later." I dropped my arm.
	Later? I wondered.
	"I'm next." Craig shook his cock in my face. It sprang to hardness:
long and thin, curving upwards from pubes as shiny as oil. I guessed it was
nearly seven inches, but that might just have been the perspective.
	The other three stroked themselves. Craig pushed my face towards
the fapping cocks. I salivated.
	Jaeger waved his cock negligently. In that brief glance, I saw that
it, like him, projected an air of athletic perfection, neither large nor
small. "This is mine," he declared. "Learn."
	Juan laughed and executed a lunge. "En gardé," His cock bounced
with exquisite straightness.. It seemed about the same size as Jaeger's,
maybe a little thinner. Dark hairs stood out on the shaft.
	Ken grinned confidently. He rolled his big balls in his fist and
splayed his cock with his palm. Its olive length curved more than Juan's
straight rod, but otherwise seemed equally desirable.
	What was the point of this? I could easily distinguish each boy by
their coloration.
	Ken said, "We're going to play a game now. Matt, blindfold
Dave. Jaeger, hold his arms"
	I jerked in alarm, but Jaeger already had me by the shoulders. He
was stronger than I was and had better leverage. Craig reached under the
towels that lay on the cinder-block shelf near the door and retrieved a
dark silk scarf. Before I could react, he cinched it tight over my
eyes. Suddenly, I was blind. A little light leaked around the edges, but
otherwise I could see only fabric. Jaeger drew my wrists together just
above my buttocks. Another scarf soft but strong, held them firm. I
strained, but could not free myself. Not that I really wanted to.
	Ken said, "We're going to play a game. Each of us will put his cock
in your mouth. You must guess whose cock is whose, touching them only with
your lips, throat, and tongue. Guess all of us right, and you win. Guess
any one of us wrong, and it's obvious you need another lesson."
	My cock was a straining, leaking mess between my knees, so hot it
felt like a cloud of arousal. I groaned. "Let me suck you!"
	"Suck us?" Ken's voice rolled with scorn. "Maybe if you win, that
can be your reward. This is a guessing game. Now open."
	I straightened my spine, raised my head, and opened my mouth. Feet
padded on the tiles. "Here is cock number one," Ken declared.
	Someone approached my face. Heat radiated from his body. A cock
slid into my mouth. I closed my lips, and let the shaft caress my
tongue. It tasted of clean soap. I'd never sucked cock before, though I'd
imagined it many times. The reality was bigger and thicker than I
expected. How could I match this cock to the ones I'd seen? Was it Matt's,
the thickest and widest, but also the shortest? Maybe I could measure each
one with my tongue?
	Whoever it was began to thrust. Cock number one pulled almost out
of my mouth before ramming the back of my throat. It swelled. Live, hot and
rubbery, it refused to hold still. I clamped on it with my lips and tongue
and leaned into the thrusts. Body heat and motion enveloped my
face. Whoever cock number one belonged to, I wanted to suck him till he
came in my mouth. Three more strokes. I felt thighs tremble. Then,
abruptly, cock number one pulled out. Whoever owned it stepped away,
leaving me bereft.
	"Cock number two." Ken's voice came from my right now. I realized I
could not tell if he had been cock number one, or whether he would be
number two. A moment later, a cockhead pressed my lips.  I opened
obligingly, but not as widely as before. I wanted to measure its girth with
my lips. Cock number two slid in. It was noticeably wider than cock number
one, shorter and thicker. It tasted different, too.  There was more soap,
less sweat. When it bottomed out on my tongue, wiry pubes brushed my face,
thick with an odor that surely belonged to this boy, and no one else. My
silent partner made several strokes. By the time he pulled out, I was
pretty sure it was Matt.
	"Cock number three," said Ken. Wetness touched my lips: precum. I
don't know why I hadn't expected it. As soon as boy number three entered my
mouth, I tasted it on his demanding thrusts. Cock number three was no
longer or thicker than number one, but its owner betrayed a greater will to
dominate and batter my throat. As he thrust, I felt his knees flex. Number
three could only be someone tall squatting to meet my mouth. Ken. Then
abruptly, cock number three was gone.
	A moment's shuffle.
	"Cock number four." The call came from my right. Was Ken out of
breath? I didn't have time to wonder.
	Cock four tasted a little of vinegar. Longer and thinner than any
of the others so far, it spread a leaking trail of semen along my
tongue. By the time number four pulled out, I was pretty sure it belonged
to Craig.
	"Cock number five," Ken announced. Hot meat jammed past my lips,
obviously not Ken himself.  Number five jerked from side to side. Like
number three, this boy was leaking copiously, but with a saltier taste. I
groaned and leaned into his thrusts, lowering my head to accommodate
him. He seemed a little thinner than the others. I knew this should be some
sort of clue, but lust clouded my thoughts. My hands strained against their
bonds, and I rubbed my cock against my own thighs. Number five pulled out.
	My knees ached on the tiles. I heard feet shuffling. I felt body
heat all around.
	Ken spoke from behind me. "You'll get each cock again, Dave, but in
a different order: half a minute with each one. Give us your guess. If
you're right, we'll move onto the next cock. If not, you lose."
	"Cock number two." It shoved into my mouth, but this time, its
owner didn't thrust. Precum ran freely, reinforcing the distinctive
smell. As I bobbed my head, cock number two's thick girth trembled and its
veins pulsed. I sucked playfully, confident that I knew who this
was. "Matt," I declared. Cock number two pulled out with a slimy pop.
	"Damn," Matt said. "I wanted to cum."
	"Cock number four." A long dick presented itself. The vinegar taste
was more pronounced this time. As I closed my lips, cock number four
trembled. Craig emitted a tremulous groan in his distinctive tenor. "Oh,
shit," he declared. "I'm coming!" He thrust compulsively. A blast of semen
flooded my mouth. Craig's shaft jerked repeatedly. He gripped my hair,
thrust his hips. His long cock fountained in my mouth. I swallowed,
savoring.
	"Craig," I declared triumphantly. I grinned.
	"Cock number three," Ken declared. There was more shuffling. I had
the chance to measure this time: this cock's leaking head was longer than
number two, but at least an inch shorter than number three.  Now that I was
waiting for it, I detected the slight tremor of a tall man's long legs
bowing to deliver its organ to my mouth. "Ken," I said.
	He sighed as he disengaged. "You've got me."
	Cock number five was hard and thick, with a distinctive taste. I
knew that Craig had already cum, and I had accounted for Ken and Matt. Only
Juan and Jaeger remained. But was this the Latino or the German? Juan had
more hair, but no matter how much I ran my tongue over number five, I could
not detect any features on its smooth surface. I moaned with frustration,
and cock number five pulled out.
	After a just long enough to conceal everyone, Ken said, "Guess."
	My mind raced. No hair: that suggested... "Jaeger," I said.
	There was no confirming answer.
	As soon as the final cock entered my mouth, I feared I'd called it
wrong. I couldn't feel any hair on number one either, but was it shorter
than number five? It pulled free. "Juan," I declared.
	Hands reached around my head. The blindfold lifted. I blinked at
the shower's bright, florescent lights. The five boys resumed their
judgmental crescent around me. Ken gestured like a matre-d' displaying a
tray of dishes.
	"Cock number two?" he called theatrically. Matt took a half step
forward. His stout cock jutted beet red, aroused and dripping.
	"You got me."
	"Cock number four?" Ken asked.
	"That's me," Craig admitted. His cock hung flaccidly, not nearly as
long as it had been. His foreskin deflated around the shrinking head.
	"A bit of a give-away, when you came," Ken remarked.
	"Sorry," said Craig, his eyes downcast.
	I ran my tongue over my teeth. The taste of his semen filled my
mouth. I wouldn't forget.
	Ken gestured at his own hard cock, longer than Jaeger's but just as
thick. "I was number three.  Next time I think I'll just fuck you
mercilessly if you've figured me out, instead of holding out."
	I couldn't disguise the way my naked cock bounced at his words.
	"Here, you ran into some trouble," Ken remarked. "Cock number one,
will you identify yourself?"
	Jaeger took a half-step. His perfect, pale cock bounced above his
near-white pubes. He gripped his balls and shook. "I'm number one." A drop
of precum fell from his tip and spattered against the floor.
	Ken said, "Cock number five?"
	Juan gave a little bow. His cock dipped, obviously just a little
longer, thinner, and a lot hairier than Jaeger's. His huge thighs were also
a turn-on. He gripped his balls and jerked his hips. "Engardé!  Point
mine."
	"Dave, you lose. We will now consider the manner of your
punishment," Ken declared.
	I bowed my head. "I'm sorry, Jaeger. I'm sorry Juan. Please, don't
take your cocks away! Give me a second chance!"
	Jaeger frowned at me. His icy eyes flashed. He ran his cock over my
face and slapped my forehead. He presented his pick cockhead.
	"Put that away," Ken snapped. "Dave hasn't earned your cum yet."
	Jaeger flinched.
	Ken gripped my hair and bounced his dick in my face. "We want you
to learn. Jaeger, blindfold Dave."
	The cloth plunged me into darkness. I heard breathing, water
dripping, feet moving, but I couldn't tell who was where. "Are you ready
for another game?" Ken asked from in front of me.
	"Oh, yes," I groveled. After Craig's cum, I wanted the others' too.
	"Pick him up," Ken ordered.
	Hands hauled me by my armpits. Something cold and hard collided
with my thighs. I knew where I was: the shower included a small shelf,
roughly waist high, flush with the wall. Hands bend me over the raised
platform. My ass lifted slightly, and my dick, hard and hot, dangled
against my legs. Hands pressed my shoulders into an unyielding surface. The
coarse cotton of discarded towels squashed under my chest, leaking cooling
water. My bound hands twitched in the small of my back. My head turned
sideways, my mouth gaping like a fish's.
	A hand caressed my buttocks. Fingers spread my cheeks.
	Ken spoke: "A new challenge this time. It's hardly fair for you to
use your mouth again, now that you know what we taste like." His nail
flicked my ass-ring. "The game's the same as before. Identify every cock or
face a forfeit. But this time, there will be no numbers. We step up and
fuck you. You have until someone cums to identify him. Guess right, and we
move on to the next cock. Guess wrong, or wait too long, and you lose."
	I writhed in my restraints. "Please..."
	Someone kicked my legs apart. Fingers splayed my buttocks and
squeezed cold, slimy lube onto my ass. Thumbs rolled over my rectum. A hand
pressed my face into the cold, wet towels. I lifted my ass.
	Thighs levered my own. A cockhead pressed my hole. It penetrated me
with a sudden elastic pop.  Whoever it was pushed his wide and merciless
length into my tender ass. My cheeks clenched frantically.  The cock felt
huge. I couldn't tell more than that. I had no sense of scale. I'd never
had a cock in my ass, before, and, certainly. I couldn't compare its size
or shape to one in mouth with any reliability.
	It pulled out, slid in. My ass waggled. My dangling feet kicked the
ledge. I panted into the heaped towels.
	My assailant's dick flexed and swelled. His hands gripped my
waist. I knew he was done teasing and aimed now for his orgasm. As he gave
straight, long thrusts, his thighs pressed against me. His hairy thighs.
	"Juan!" I gasped.
	I heard a low moan behind me. Juan's.
	"Correct," said Ken. "One down."
	Juan pulled out.
	There came the usual shuffling. The next boy squirted more lube on
my ass, before inserting his cockhead into my crack. Head and shaft found
my hole. This cock was thicker and shorter than the other.  Its owner stood
a little shorter than the others, I could tell by the angle. I felt him
accelerate. As he pumped and huffed, I knew. "Matt!" I said.
	Matt gave a frustrated groan and pulled out of me. Lube trickled
from my distended ass, over my dangling balls, and down my legs.
	"When will you let me cum,?" he said in frustration.
	"Soon," said Ken. His answer had me wiggling in my bonds. How and
when?
	A third cock penetrated me: longer than Matt's, but about the same
as Juan's. As its owner fucked me, I wondered who it might be. Two boys
were eliminated. Craig had already cum in my mouth. That left two
possibilities. Ken was longer, more curved, Jaeger was shorter, straighter,
but they were close enough in length and girth that I couldn't tell by dick
size. Cockhead and shaft trembled in me, swollen and hot: whoever it was
approached his edge. I had only seconds to decide. My assailant shifted his
stance, forcing me up. His hands gripped the edges of the table as he
furiously sought orgasm. I had a sudden vision: long legs, pressing
upwards, discontent with bending. "Ken!" I declared.
	Ken gave a groan. For a moment, I thought he might be too far gone
to stop. Then, he sighed and pulled out. He slapped my upturned ass with
his cock. "Next!" he declared.
	As the final boy stepped up to me, I wondered what the point was. I
knew it would be Jaeger, and my suspicions were confirmed as he slid
in. His cock was a bit shorter and straighter than Ken's. It bent less
against my grain. I leaned into the thrusts, imagining Jaeger's tight body
above me. I knew I could name him before he came, but I enjoyed this Aryan
athlete as a dildo. I wondered what my reward would be for winning: a cock
shooting in my ass surely; maybe a few more shooting into my hair or
face. I wanted to see them as I came, fulfilling my months of
voyeurism. Then what? More pleasant games? I knew I was to become these
five boy's sex toy; and the thought excited me. I wanted it, but I knew
they'd always remember how I'd beaten them in their inaugural game.
	Jaeger neared the edge. It was time to call him out. Just one more
thrust...
	He grunted behind me. He pulled his cock pulled back for the final
thrust. It slipped from my asshole. Jaeger cursed audibly. The boys behind
me shuffled and groaned. Hands spread my ass again, and a hot cock entered
me, throbbing with barely-controlled desire. I felt thighs quivering. I'd
waited too long.
	"Jaeger," I declared.
	"Wrong!" said Jaeger from off to my left.
	The cock in my ass pushed further. Long and lean, it probed some
deep fold the others' had never reached.
	"Did you forget me?" Craig asked.
	"You came in my mouth!" I protested. "You're done!"
	"Obviously, you underestimate how hot you are," said Ken. "Or how
determined Craig is.  Especially with the dorm stash of Viagra at his
disposal."
	 "You tricked me!" I protested.
	Craig laughed, "You lose!" His long dick slammed my ass. His hard
thigh collided with my legs.  I recognized his vinegar sweat smell
now. "Not that I need any Viagra."
	He fucked me: short hard rabbit thrusts. I lifted my ass, pushing a
counter-rhythm. Craig swelled and shot. He bit my ear and clutched the
table. Hot hard blats of cum filled my gut. He pulled out with a pop that
released fouled semen over my cock and balls.
	From somewhere near my head, Ken announced, "I declare Dave's mouth
and ass open! Let him pay his forfeit!"
	"Finally," Mark stepped between my thighs. His big hands gripped my
waist. His whole body shuddered as he slid his familiar girth into my
asshole. Long, hard strokes pounded my guts. Matt's balls slapped my
ass. He increased speed, approaching his edge. "You're not getting away
this time, Dave."
	I didn't want to. "Fuck me."
	Matt pushed his cock in as far as it would go. He gripped my hair
and groaned. His throbbing head shot blasts of hot, wet cum into my
guts. It sloshed and ran as he pulled out. He gave my dangling cock a tug
as he stepped away.
	Juan took his place. He thumped his cock on my buttocks and laughed
as I squirmed.
	"Wait for it," he teased.
	"I want you," I groaned.
	Juan spread my crack. "Here it is." His straight length slid into
me, hot and hard. I shuddered and bucked. With each stroke Juan almost
exited before slamming me unmercifully. His muscled fencer's thighs slapped
me with each stroke. His body hair rasped. When he came, his out-stroke
sucked his sperm through my guts, and his in-stroke shoved it deep and
wet. I thought I would cum myself then, but when Juan withdrew, I groaned,
empty, frustrated, and blind.
	"My turn," Jaeger's voice declared. "You won't mistake me this
time." He kicked my feet apart and spread my legs. He ran his cock over my
buttocks and found my hole. He pressed into me in a single, vicious
motion. My guts squelched. I gasped. No longer inhibited by the need to
conceal himself, Jaeger ground his hard, hairless abs and rectilinear
pictorials into my back. My bound fingers clutched his muscled ridges. His
cock swelled in my ass as he came.
	Even before Jaeger had finished, or fully calmed, I felt him pull
out, abruptly replaced by a fresh cock. I could not mistake Ken now: his
curving dick or his distinctive scent. His fingers reached into my mouth, a
digital rape. My tongue caressed them, tasting lube and sweat and
pre-cum. His cock curved and probed, straining like a scimitar, seeking new
sensations. The other four boys' cum sloshed and sucked around him.
	"Craig spotted you in the shower, but I made the plan," he
declared. "You're ours, our slave.  Mine. I knew what you wanted." His body
rocked. I felt the heat of him as he ejaculated into my gut.
	A spasm gripped my spine. My balls, already stimulated beyond
endurance, opened their floodgates. My cock sprayed against the platform
tiles, and my cum ran down over my shins.
	"Yours," I said. "Yours, Ken, you and your friends."
	Ken sprawled against my back. After a moment, he learned into my
ear. "Later," he said, withdrawing his cooling length. "We'll do this
again."
	Someone braced my head as it lay sideways on the table. A cockhead
pressed my lips.
	All the others had already come. Was there more Viagra?
	I opened my mouth. I expected the taste of ass, but this was a
fresh cock: curving more than the others so far. Precum leaked an
unfamiliar masculine signature onto my tongue.
	"Who?" I asked, bewildered.
	"Hello, Dave," said a familiar voice. My mind reeled, then I placed
it: Ben's, my classmate in Econ 111: a libertarian sophomore with a fringe
beard and bit more arrogance than I cared for. He thrust for emphasis.
	I struggled. "How?"
	Other cocks pressed my cheeks. There were more than five boys here,
I realized.
	An open pair of denims, rough with zipper, collided with my
ass. Some new boy, heavy and strong, pressed his silken flesh down on me.
	"Oh God," I groaned as a completely unfamiliar dick slid into my
sloppy ass. "Who? Please?"
	Ken laughed. "I invited your classmates. They're going to fuck your
every hole. . Every boy in every class, you'll wonder: have you tasted his
cum? Has he ploughed your ass? And unless he tells you, unless you ask,
you'll never know."
	It was the most erotic thing I'd ever heard. I splayed my body
against the rough towels and shuddered.
 	Ben gripped my hair. His expanding cock slammed my mouth. "I think
I'm about to win ever argument, ever."
	I swallowed as Ben came. Despite my efforts, rivulets leaked past
my lips. His was the last whose name I knew. The cock in my ass came too; I
never identified him.
	Someone unbound my hands. Two more cocks pressed my face. I gripped
one and sucked the other. Then I traded. Someone spread my ass and
penetrated it. One of my five? Or someone new? I was too far gone to know.
	I lay blind. I discerned Jaeger's accent from the crowd,
laughing. I heard and felt, but couldn't see, the unknown bodies pressing
around me. There were so many cocks. The scent of their sweat and arousal
washed over me.
	Ken had first known what I was. I'd bet I was a man, but I was only
a receptacle.
	I knew my five shower boys had won me. For my remaining years here,
I'd obey their every command, I knew.
	Betting was guessing, and I'd lost.