Should Have Known Better Ch. 03

Steve held out some poppers for me, and Erik stood behind me and pressed up against my asshole. The world began to spin.

"Jesus, first time getting fucked is a three-way. This kid really is a whore. And look how hard he is!"

My cock always did give off a lot of pre-come. And it was dripping, pointing straight down, moving heavily back and forth as Erik fucked me slowly.

Steve pressed his cock against my mouth, and I opened it and did my best to suck him off.

When Erik came, I could feel his semen oozing from my ass, and Steve stepped around to take over. My ass was sore and my legs were tired, and I didn't think I could take any more, but Erik came over and looked at my face, bleary-eyed and covered in drool from sucking cock, and I snapped back to obeying him.

I didn't even blink when the voices upstairs became voices on the stairs. I knew it would happen with how loud Steve and Erik had been while they were fucking me.

Mostly guys. One girl. I could hear her voice above the rest saying "Oh gawwwwd, he's really getting FUCKED."

A new cock in my mouth. Steve still pounding at my ass, brushing against something inside me.

"Look how hard he is. He's getting into this. Push back on that cock, slut."

I obeyed. It wasn't even Erik giving the orders anymore. Just some guy. Just obeying the cocks in front of my face and behind me. My own cock obeying, somehow, jutting out firmly.

I couldn't make anything but muffled groans as I came, without even touching myself, all over the couch. I stayed hard. The man in my mouth pulled out and sprayed semen on my face. Someone else took over. There was come in my hair, I was sure of it. A camera flash.

I was lost in cock, wondering if I'd come again, not even trying, just letting the whole experience wash over me.

And then there were slamming doors, and someone yelled "Police!" and the guys disappeared. I realized all at once just how much trouble I was in: At an off-campus party, underage, drunk, and naked. I scrambled for my clothes, but only managed to find my shirt and one shoe before the officer got to me. He was a campus cop, not city police, so I figured I might get probation or something instead of arrest. I held the shirt over my crotch and I must have been a pretty awful sight because he didn't arrest me at all. He just said "Jesus, are you OK?"