Speed Humps Ahead

“Go ahead . . . show everyone how you suck a real man’s cock!” he practically sneered at me before punctuating his rude comment by calling me, “Faggott” before he turned and grinned back at his friends who were watching and listening. Not only did this prick piss me off, but he was behaving in a way that I knew from talking to Scott that they did not want their Pledges to behave during initiation. If this ass hole was acting this arrogant at that point while undergoing extreme hazing, his arrogance would be nearly unbearable once he became a Frat Brother and he needed to be taken down a notch. I noticed Scott and one of the other brothers moving as if to approach and discipline their pledge but I flashed them a look that said, “Don’t bother”, letting them know that I had matters well in hand.

There was no way I would have ever kneeled before this rude bastard, and fortunately he was much taller than Blondie and I didn’t need to. While seated, I took his cock into my mouth and quickly released it. First sitting back in the chair so that everyone in line could see, I faked this look of disgust. I asked one of the brothers to bring forward a pan with some water and a wash cloth and then instructed Mr. Smartass to clean his dirty, nasty cock before we would continue with the initiation. That coaxed a few snickers from several in the crowd and I could see the quarterback’s face flush red with anger. Luckily, for me, he knew what the consequences would be if he gave in to the rage and humiliation he was feeling and he unclenched his fist, bit his lower lip and took a couple quick, deep breaths. After he had finished wiping his cock clean (there was never anything dirty or unpleasant about that stud’s cock) I took the rag and finished giving his dick a quick going over as if he hadn’t done a thorough enough job, before I tentatively took it back into my mouth again. I really had to work hard to remind myself to fake being tentative about sucking that cock. I still drool over the memory of how magnificent that boy’s cock was but I wasn’t about to show him or his friends how I really felt about his what a huge turn on he was with that tight, hard body. At one point, after sucking him for a couple minutes, I quickly removed his 8 inch meat stick from my mouth once again and asked him loud enough for his friends to hear, “does it ever get any harder than this” as I stroked his hard cock in my fist. With his back to his friends, they couldn’t see that the stud’s dick was so hard that he threatened to chip a tooth when I took him back into my mouth. Not wanting to appear at all eager with that one, I somehow managed to refrain from getting too outwardly excited by the prospect of sucking his cock and I became the one who was acting all passive about his blow job. As I expected, that football star, Alpha male, stud took advantage of the situation and took a very active role in having his dick sucked. He placed his hands on both sides of my head and began to rock back and forth as he shoved his big sausage all the way into my mouth and about half way down my throat. There was the danger of making it appear that he was in control of the situation and was somehow more of a man because he was practically raping my mouth as he slammed his groin into me and quickly pistoned in and out as he used me to get himself off. The truth is I was enjoying his face fuck much more than he or any of his compatriots ever suspected and if it appeared that he somehow had gained the upper hand, I had one more little trick up my sleeve. The more I let that guy control the pace and use me to get himself off the more excited he became and he actually lasted quite a long time and expended a great deal of energy as his hips continued bucking wildly. I carefully waited until I knew that stud was on the very edge of getting his nut and lowing his load down my throat and at just the last second when his overheated libido would prevent him from stopping the inevitable onrushing orgasm that was poised to overtake him, I reached behind him and rammed a finger roughly up his ass.

I knew I was invading virgin territory there, and I also knew that if he hadn’t been so deeply in the throes of orgasm that he might have wanted to stop what he was doing and beat my ass. Under the circumstances there was little he could do as he fired his first volley of scalding hot cum right down my throat just a nanosecond after my finger invaded his most private inner sanctum. He did push forward as much as he could in an ever to evade my probing digit; a move that got him off balance and threatened to topple both of us over before I could help steady him enough to keep him on his feet and me seated firmly on my ass. All he could do was groan loudly and continue ramming his cock down my throat so far that the imprint of his nuts would be imprinted on my lips for days as he continued to drain his balls while I gave him three or four more rough jabs. The impression that I hoped to give our audience was that it was the act of me roughly finger fucking the stud’s ass that had suddenly sent him flying over the edge and forced him to nut down my throat. That stud kept his cock in my mouth after he’d finished shooting a massive load down my throat and just let it slowly soften as it rested on my tongue. Before his sensitive cock could soften very much and lose the extreme sensitivity that you experience just before, during, and immediately following a great orgasm, I sought out the most sensitive part of his cock head, just on the underside of the glans with my darting tongue and for good measure I briefly took a little bit of foreskin that was slowly starting to recapture his cock head between my teeth and nibble on it slightly. The combined effects of those tricks at that critical time right after his climax sent a visible shiver throughout the guy’s body and almost caused his knees to buckle. When he reluctantly removed his fading erection from between my lips and slowly peeled his body away from mine after he’d practically collapsed on top of me while he was cumming, I could have swore I saw a grudging look of respect in that boy’s eyes as if to say, “OK – you got me”, and I know without a doubt that the smile that immediately followed told me that he had enjoyed one hell of a ride.

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The line just kept coming. It didn’t really get any shorter because the guys were required to go to the end of the line after they’d had their turn and lost their load because it was easiest to supervise the group that way. It kept the amount of onlookers the same for everyone also, which I thought was only fair, although I was not accustomed to or really comfortable with having an audience. I was starting to get just a bit more comfortable about being gawked at while sucking a cock. Maybe comfortable is not the right word. I still wasn’t comfortable but I was starting to get used to the idea that I was being watched. I’ve always been a big time Voyeur but there was never much Exhibitionist in my blood. Gradually, the group seemed to be transitioning from spectators to voyeurs and they must have gotten a little excited about that last exchange between me and the young quarterback type because I was starting to see some of them touching themselves as they stood in line and they weren’t just scratching their balls.

The boys just kept coming, and cumming! Those who had followed that defiant young athlete who created the stir included one of the redheads and both of the bigger (heavier) kids. There was nothing special about them but that’s really not entirely fair to any of them. In the context of that exceptional array of very fine young college studs, it would take something really special to stand out in that crowd. They were probably all in the normal range as far as cock size goes, but considering the size of the two who were pound for pound the largest of the group and also among the tallest with the exception of the basketball player who was getting closer to the front of the line all the time the sense of proportionality made them seem less than average in size. There also wasn’t anything particularly memorable about any of their cum shots, but I suspect I was becoming jaded after sucking off a half dozen young bucks in quick succession like that when I’d never experienced multiple sex partners before; not even so much as a threesome.

Next in line was the shortest of the gang, and with what appeared to be a small cock he restored the sense of proportionality between stature/build and cock size that the bigger boys had let slide. He was an auburn haired youth and he wore his hair tightly curled, which I assume probably came natural for him. His eyes were shimmering green and he had nicely chiseled facial features. This was one of the young studs who wore glasses, but I can assure you that there was nothing that even looked borderline “nerdy” about him. Probably the single most distinguishing characteristic about this lad was his butt. If they were giving away prizes for the best this and the sexiest that among this group of boys, this one would have certainly been declared Mr. Bubble Butt for that year’s class. Unfortunately, from the vantage point that I had for most of my short time spent getting up close and personal with him, I wouldn’t get to see much of that fine young butt.

He wasn’t as shy as the first little guy who was probably only an inch taller than him if that much, but neither was he even close to being arrogant like the second stud in that line. He walked up and presented his cock to me in an almost business-like manner and I accepted his offering. His cock found no trouble growing hard in my mouth as I sucked him (these boys were really surprising me with their ability to not just go along with the requirement to let this “old man” suck their ripe, young , collegiate cocks but to achieve full blown (no pun intended) erections and even get into having their dicks serviced. This little guy didn’t grow hard as quickly as the first little man did but that wasn’t the only difference between them. His cock only grew to be slightly more than 6 inches in length (if I had to give one of the little men a slight advantage in length this second little cutie might have beaten out the first but only by a couple centimeters). Where there was a very noticeable difference between them was in the girth that this second lad achieved after a little encouragement from my mouth which was getting quite a workout and possibly learning a few new tricks after all these years because of all the practice I was getting. That academic looking lad plumped up quite nicely and managed to stretch me lips pretty good with his fat little member. Although I’d never actually tried one before, his cock grew so fat while I was sucking him that it reminded me of what it must feel like to suck one of those inflatable rubber butt plugs and feel it swelling inside your mouth. At one point I removed his pecker from my mouth to give my jaws a little rest. I licked that boy’s fat boner like an oversized Popsicle and quickly discovered that this lad liked the tongue action more than anything as he began wiggling and squirming before me and moaning and groaning more than any of the boys who had gone before him. I realized the error of my ways when I tried to take his corpulent cock back into my mouth. I had a great deal of trouble opening wide enough to pass much more than the head of his dick between my lips without scraping it, so I placed my hand around the base of his dick and really doubled my efforts at working the head of that boys cock as I licked and sucked like a dog with a new bone. This kid was really into that and I figured we had gotten lucky and stumbled across just the right technique for him. He had big balls that were more in line with the girth of his cock than the somewhat shorter length. I found that I was better off taking them into my mouth one at a time as I sucked them and jerked his beefy meat stick at the same time. He was really getting off on having his spit slickened cock jerked while I sucked on his balls and I could feel him approaching a sudden climax. Before I could try to squeeze his fat prick back into my mouth he erupted and began unloading wave after wave of creamy cum that rocketed out of his cum slit. That boy shot a huge load of boy cream all over my face and in my hair before he was finally finished. He left me a bit disheveled and feeling a bit embarrassed as he walked back to the line, leaving me kneeling there in front of my chair with the remnants of his orgasm dripping down my face. There was a murmur of laughter among the group but there was also a stirring in their groins and many of them were now starting to blatantly flog their logs slowly and I suspected that I wouldn’t be presented with a flaccid cock for the rest of the evening.

Ironically, the young man who followed that short little fellow was my suspected basketball player. He was the one who had presented the largest basket when the boys entered the room, still wearing their underwear. He hadn’t yet had time to get an erection but his cock was swinging between his long legs and had started to fill out just a bit. I swear; if that big ol’ dick of his had gone instantly hard, the blood that would have had to have raced to his crotch in order to accomplish that feat would have left his brain deprived and he’d have fainted dead away. Looking at that college freshman and his hanging snake I had to recall what a young lady I had once worked with in the Navy had always told me. We worked in different departments for the same command and I mostly saw Jo Ann and talked to her when we were playing softball on the command’s coed team. I don’t know why she felt compelled to share her observations with me as much as she did but she was an adamant believer in the fact that tall and skinny were a dynamite combination that promised hugely endowed males. Her husband, who worked closely with me, wasn’t all that handsome but he was probably a good 2-3 inches above average in height and he was very, very skinny. Hearing her go on and on about her belief in the relationship between tall, skinny men and huge cocks often made me wonder if that was what she saw in her husband and more than once I wondered what Mike was packing down there in his dungarees even though he wasn’t at all “my type”. Well, Mr. Basketball would have gone a long way toward proving Jo Ann’s favorite axiom about long, lean men!

I definitely didn’t have to leave my chair and kneel on the floor in front of this guy to get to his cock but I thought I might have to stand or at least squat on the seat to get at him. He hung low enough that I could reach the big knob on the end of his swinging dick with no trouble at all from where I was sitting. This young man was another pale skinned blond and he wore his hair very short. His eyes were green and almost seemed to be a little too large for his head, although not in a way that was at all unattractive. He was skinny, but not in a boney, skeletor kind of way. I was surprised when I went to lift his dick so that I could start sucking it that it was as heavy as it felt. As big as this kid’s pecker was, I think he’d have been better off paying a cock sucker by the inch instead of by the pound.

My basketball star closed his green eyes the minute I took that big rod of his into my mouth and began sucking it. It was no wonder his meat was so heavy. Once I started sucking him I realized that his dick was actually much thicker than it looked to the naked eye; not that it looked like a pencil dick at all to begin with. The optical illusion was easy enough to understand. That rod was just so long, and the kid was so tall that you didn’t immediately realize that his girth was greatly underestimated because it was cleverly disguised by the enormous length involved. Well, I wasn’t going to be able to take more than half the length of this kid’s rod no matter how fucking hard I tried to shove it down my throat. I gagged several times trying to take more of him than I could possibly handle. His penis was rapidly filling with blood and slowly growing harder, and I thought to try something I had always wanted to experience if I encountered a “dick of death” such as this. I asked the big boy if he would take his cock out of my mouth and slap me in the face with it a couple times. He not only obliged but it appeared that he enjoyed that little kink as much as I did. I could tell by the way his cock was filling out and hardening much more rapidly than before. Mr. Basketball was blessed with amazing stamina. I think that the fact that it must require the diversion of so much blood flow to a cock that big plays a big part in that, and the fact that I had to repeatedly take that huge python out of my mouth and take a breather probably stayed his long overdue orgasm as well. That big ol’ dick was accompanied by a gorgeous pair of low hangers, and when I’d take his dick out of my mouth, I would suck on those dangling nuts that hung right in front of my eyes.