The Intellectual Pansexual Ch. 05

"And it makes his husband uncomfortable, the big old heteronormative queer. Can't appreciate a hot bi guy. Everyone needs to appreciate hot bi guys more."

"I have no problems with that. Where now?"

"Oh, you're not done for the day," Cassie purred. "Not by a long shot. I'm going to give that hot cock and body of yours a few more workouts before we're done."

"My cum is dripping down your legs and you're still not satisfied?" He wasn't exaggerating. Her thighs were streaked with his cream and her honey. He wanted to fling her down in the middle of campus and eat her.

"Nope. I bet I can get another load out of you. I wouldn't want you to blow too quickly once Josh gets his hands on you."

"Oh, he told you about that?"

"Just a few hints. I'm going to love watching you get screwed."

"I hope you take pictures."

"I want to take a turn with the dildo, too," Cassie winked. Taylor's cock twitched in his swimsuit. It wouldn't go down. Sex was becoming his world, surrounding every action he took, filling every day of his life, emerging from every friendship he made. Each of them seemed like an angel of desire to him. And now this angel was leading him towards a building full of classrooms.

The doors were unlocked, and she pulled him into the cool of a dimly-lit hallway, then into a darkened classroom. He reached for the light switch, but she stopped him. Shadows played over their bodies as they kissed, stripping each other. "Leave your speedo on," she whispered to Taylor. His hardon was stretching the suit almost completely away from his body. Cassie reached into her backpack, jingling the zippers in the near-silence of the empty building, and withdrew a tiny ball of fabric. Orange and yellow slid up her legs and nestled around her wet, naked slit, hiding it behind an insignificant layer of fabric. The sight was more sensual than if she had been entirely unclothed. Taylor swallowed, noticing that her tits were devoid of any tanline. This girl had been hitting up the topless section of South Beach.

She drew him backwards to a table at the front of the classroom, sliding onto her back atop it, staring up at his tight body. He seized her hips and ground their spandex-covered crotches together. Through the fabric, his fingers found her clit and began to frig it.

"You watch a lot of porn?" Cassie whispered.

"Coming from Minnesota?" Taylor chuckled, humping her. "Tons of it."

"Public stuff, right?"

"My favorite."

"Ever come across the Hawaii speedo student?"

"Fuck!" Taylor hissed remembering. "Hell yeah I did! Shit, that's what you had in mind-we're reenacting his classroom video!"

"Yessss," Cassie sighed. "God, I fucking want him so bad...since I was about twelve..."

"You want that big thick cock of his fucking into you? His tanned body on yours?"

"Fuck! Yes!"

Taylor leaned over her, toying with her nipples, touching her lips with his own. "He's gay."

"Nooooo..." Cassie moaned, humping her clit against his bulge. "He can't be. He's too hot...too shameless to go only one way. Gotta be a bi boy. Fuck. Oh, fuck." She squirted through and around her bikini, soaking Taylor's cock. He slid back, knelt, licked up her cum, and began eating her deeply through the swimsuit. Her cries, soft as they were, sounded loudly in the quiet room, and she covered her own mouth, trying to suppress them.

"I want to have a threesome with him and you," Taylor whispered to her, driving his fingers inside her. She came a second time, and twice more in quick succession. Her feet, hanging over the edge of the table, found his jockbulge and pulled his cock out the leg opening of his speedo. It reared itself upright, and she polished it for a minute with her toes before his oral skills sent her into another series of spasms.

She was ready. Taylor stood and entered her. Her pussy held him like a glove, perpetually arousing, yet not enough so to bring him quickly to orgasm. It was perfect. He fucked her steadily, confident in his power, doubly aroused by the public nature of their coupling. Any student or professor could walk in and find them. The thought made his cock even stiffer than before.

When the table began to wobble and creak alarmingly, Taylor picked Cassie up as he'd picked her friend up a few days ago, and fucked her while carrying all her weight. Every so often, a mild orgasm would hit her when the constant stroking of his dick on her G-spot become too much. He kissed her passionately, separating each exchange to stare into her eyes. Lust joined their souls as well as their bodies.

Reluctantly, Cassie let her legs slip to the floor, instead of clutching her lover. "Shit...hold your horses, cowboy." Intentionally or not, her Texas twang was emphasized by that statement. She had trouble standing, and Taylor had to support her. "We've got a couple more stops to make."

"A couple more?" Taylor demanded. "You're going to make me work that hard?"

"Yes." Cassie tucked his prick back inside his speedo and kissed the obscene bulge. "I want you softened up for what Josh is going to do to you in a little while."

They fucked in two more classrooms that day before she was satisfied, both in separated buildings. One was an auditorium. Stark naked, Cassie demanded that Taylor fuck her standing in a variety of positions in front of the podium, giving the impression that they were performing for an invisible audience. Then she sat him down in the front row and rode his dick, her feet up on the adjoining seats and her weight driving the swimmer's shaft into her over and over again. Taylor was on the verge of another orgasm when she pulled off and staggered back against the podium, taunting him with her lubriciousness. He chased her up one side of the auditorium and down the other before he cooled down enough to get dressed again.

The last classroom Cassie chose was much better lit than the first one. She wore her bikini again and took a bunch of selfies of them in their swimwear. Her phone captured them sixty-nining in front of the rows of desks, first on the instructor's table and then standing, Cassie upside down and supported by Taylor's grip on her hips. It watched when Cassie sat down at one of the desks and invited Taylor to toe-fuck her to orgasm all over it. It recorded every drop of cum that leaked from her as the jock exploded inside her, and caught the sheen on her lips when she knelt to polish his dickhead clean.

"You're better than Denis Reed," Cassie said, leaning against his chest when it was all over. Their swollen, tender genitals felt comfortable pressed together through the fabric of their swimsuits.

"Denis Reed was amazing. No limits. I've cum so many times watching him fuck in public. Girls, guys, train stations, trains, forests-he didn't care. He just needed that cock satisfied."

"Mmmm. Someone's a little jealous," Cassie giggled. "Or inspired."

"Definitely inspired. Thanks for making me cum on camera."

"Thanks for fucking me until I lost track of my orgasms. But I think it's time we got out of here. Just in case."

They made it out of the classroom unnoticed, with the footage of their debauchery safe on Cassie's phone. Whole blobs of cum were sliding down her thighs and slowly evaporating as they walked across campus. She didn't care.

"Come up to my floor and I'll get you cleaned up for your boys," she offered.

"Showering on the girls' floor? How could I pass that up?" Taylor grinned.

It turned out that showering on the girls' floor required being very quiet, just in case an RA with a fear of the male organ was hanging around the bathroom watching for hookups. Cassie only allowed Taylor to fuck her under the hot water for a few seconds, and he came out clean but still unsatisfied. The blonde girl paid close attention to washing his hole and trimming it up with her razor. Taylor realized that his muscles down there were contracting, begging for some kind of stimulation. His body was following his mind. Last but not least, Cassie, after checking to see that the coast was clear, thrust a bulb of water up his ass and made him douche. Thoughtful, but awkward. It was a very new experience for the swimmer.

"It's necessary, handsome," Cassie said, seeing the expression on his face as they left the shower. "You'll be grateful later."

"You all seem to know more about what's going to happen to me than I do," Taylor said, attempting a lopsided grin. He was aroused in expectation, but off balance all the same. "And you're all more experienced than I am at this."

"We'll get you up to speed." Both of them were going up in the elevator clad in towels and nothing more. They got a wolf whistle from a couple of guys on Taylor's floor when they stepped out. Taylor responded with a thumbs-up and Cassie blew them kisses.

"I wonder if I could fuck every guy on your floor," she mused aloud. Taylor, about to knock, stopped and jerked her towel off. "Go for it!"

"Maybe later," Cassie smirked, rubbing her tits.

A naked Josh opened the door to them. He was plump but not erect. "Welcome back! How'd it go?"

"We fucked in the library and in three different classrooms," Taylor said, dumping his backpack and their towels in the corner. "And Cassie got it all on video."

Josh pinned him against the wall and kissed him. "I can't believe you. A few days ago you were basically a virgin and now you're pretty much a porn star from the sheer love of it. Best roommate ever!"

"I wish I could move in with him," Cassie agreed. "He's very satisfying."

"He is. But so is Esteban. You two haven't met in person yet."

"Hi!" Cassie exclaimed, bounding onto Taylor's bed, where Esteban was relaxing with a look of lustful eagerness on his face. "You're even hotter in person."

"So are you." The RA sat up and pulled her in for a hug. His shaft went from limp to rigid in five seconds flat.

"Welcome back to being single and promiscuous. I'll do my best to make the transition as painless as possible," Cassie assured him, stroking his body gently.

"What did you guys get up to?" Taylor asked.

"We pretty much just fucked hard and cuddled," Josh said. "We both felt we needed a pounding. You got my hole hungry after the way you treated me yesterday."

"You both got pounded? Let me see!" Cassie pleased.

"Should we?" Josh asked. Esteban shrugged and smirked. He stood up, side by side with Josh, and both boys bent over. Cassie leaned forward to inspect their holes, which were still visibly puffy and reddened. She licked first Josh's and then Esteban's.

"Holy fuck," Esteban breathed. "No girl's ever done that to me before."

"Get used to it," Cassie said, intensifying her rimjob. "I love a nice, clean, slutty muscle boy who knows that his body is meant to be used."

"Thank God he's single now," Taylor said. He was helping Josh pack the vaporizer with more of the Puna Budder. Sitting down in front of the bending Esteban, he inhaled deeply, then offered his mouth to the sophomore, who gratefully sucked in the smoke.

"I guess this means you don't care about writing people up for weed," Taylor said as they shotgunned the puffs back and forth.

"Rules are stupid," Esteban said. "I wanted to be an RA specifically so I could not write people up for this dumb shit." He sucked at the vape, inhaling for a full ten seconds. "And weed is awesome."

The four of them reluctantly moved over to the window to finish their smoke session. Esteban and Cassie couldn't stop kissing and touching, the former from the thrill of having a new girl for the first time in too long, the latter from her general sexual voraciousness. She needed conquests, Taylor realized. Conquests of space and mores and individuals. And yet she made them without hurting them, casually, yet not unkindly. It was a worthwhile model to imitate, he thought-always provided that you could retain another side of yourself capable of building a relationship that would heighten the whole experience of sexuality by its intimacy.

"Come on," Josh said, breaking him out of his reverie. "Time to start your training."

He led Taylor over to his bed, and Taylor, his head spinning with adrenaline and weed, assumed the position. Ass up, back arched, toes pointed rather than bent. Ready to receive. Esteban and Cassie settled down on the other bed expectantly. Esteban's fingers were already inside her, mostly likely fucking her with a little bit of Taylor's cum that she hadn't managed to wash out.

"This butt is virgin except for a couple of my fingers and a butt plug," Josh explained to their audience, stroking it as he positioned himself comfortably behind Taylor. "Today, we're going to open it up with a series of progressively larger dildos to get it ready for my cock to breed it tomorrow. Then Esteban's after that. And then who knows? There are a lot of horny guys in Miami."

"I've never actually seen two guys fuck before," Cassie said lustfully. "The few threesomes I had, I could barely get them to touch each other and make out."

"It's work, but it can be hot as hell," Esteban said. "And Taylor is such a jockstud it's going to be twice as sexy to see him getting pounded. Especially by a smaller guy."

"Bring it on!" Taylor shouted, almost thrusting his ass back towards Josh. The runner opened his toy box and brought out a slim metal vibrator.

"To warm you up, we're going to start you with this. Easy to take and makes your whole body feel the sexual need." He dabbed some oil on Taylor's hole and coated the vibrator with it. It shone iridescently in the golden light that filled the room. Silent, its smooth bullet tip touched the swimmer's ass.

Taylor was surprised by how easy the penetration was. He could tell that the vibrator was thicker than Josh's fingers, yes, and much less yielding. Its firmness made his body feel entirely vulnerable. Cold at first, it sucked up the heat from his ass. Josh rocked it back and forth, twisting it, sending it deeper into his lover with each stroke. Unlike the plugs and prostate stimulators, which put their gentle pressure on a spot not far inside him, this shaft reached up beyond his erogenous zones into his core. For the first time, Taylor felt he was being truly sodomized, and he shivered. His nut was quiescent, his prick actually softening as his body responded to the invasion.

Josh flipped a switch on the base of the vibrator when it bottomed out, and everything changed. The waves rippling out of it made the muscles of Taylor's core tremble in unison, the pressure massaging him internally. His dick hardened again. It was a different kind of pleasure from that of prostate stimulation, but pleasure all the same.

"He likes it," Esteban breathed. Cassie was carefully licking his cockhead, her eyes fixed on Taylor.

"I do like it," Taylor sighed. "Ahhh!" Josh was beginning to fuck him with the vibrator. The strokes lengthened, and the tip slid over Taylor's prostate as the experienced teen behind him twisted it. His eyes snapped open and he drew a hissing breath. It wasn't pleasure he was feeling now, but an overload of sensations too new to be described as either discomfort or arousal. It was pure emotion. He had to learn to bow his head and accept it, and he did. Precum leaked from his cock, Josh squeezing it out of his nut with the vibrator.

The runner thrust the length of it deep within his butt-sex virgin and flicked the switch again. The vibrator roared to life, rogering Taylor so hard his body shook.

"Fuck!" he cried. Josh had simultaneously encircled his tool with a lubed hand. He fucked his friend's fingers, humping his butt up and down with the vibrator in it. Again, he was rogering himself as a consequence of his own sexual needs, without being able to resist the temptation. There was no orgasm in sight for him, he realized. Not with his stamina, and the roughness of the sensations he was experiencing. But he couldn't stop. It felt too good. It scratched something deep inside him. He had to have it. All Josh needed to do at this point was hold one hand underneath Taylor, clutching his dick, and keep a finger on the base of the vibrator. The swimmer was doing the rest.

"How long do you think he can go like that?" Cassie asked after five minutes of watching Taylor self-fuck. She was lying back on his pillow, while Esteban crouched between her legs, relishing his first taste of new pussy in months. The result was two excellent visuals for a highly orgasmic girl.

"Long," Josh said. "Swimmers are exhausting. Dancers, too." He switched the toy down to the lower setting again.

"Turn that back on!" Taylor demanded urgently.

"Nope. Don't want your hole desensitized for the next step." Josh eased the vibrator out of the jock butt in front of him without turning it off. Taylor moaned and was ignored. He wiped it off, set it aside, and produced a moderately-sized dildo from his box.

"Nice cock," Cassie said. "Whose is it?"

"Kevin Warhol."

"Nice! Taylor, you're gonna get fucked by a hottie!" She eyed the fake dick lecherously. "Now I want him inside me."

"All in good time. Esteban, would you let Taylor suck on this for a minute? Get it nice and wet."

"You want me to blow a dildo?" Taylor asked. Esteban was already holding it to his lips.

"If a cock goes into your butt, it should have been in your mouth first. Now blow that hot Euro porn boy who's about to screw you." Taylor obeyed. It was an odd feeling, but the dildo wasn't difficult at all to service. The drawback was not getting any feedback.

When he had it nice and wet, Esteban handed it back to Josh, who lubed it further. The tip slid into Taylor's stretched hole with ease.

"Wow."

"Bit different, isn't it? Lots more ridges. And you can feel every one." Josh wiped the oil off a couple of his fingers and tapped at his phone for a minute. The TV screen came to life, with the Bel Ami logo scrolling across it. "So here's the deal. I'm going to fuck you with four different porn star dildos, each one bigger than the last. And while I do it, you're going to watch those boys on the screen, fucking their hot dicks into other lucky guys, and you're going to imagine what it would be like to be at their mercy."

"Fuck," Taylor moaned. The copy of Kevin Warhol's prick drove deeper inside him even as his mouth watered at the sight of Kevin's sexy bare feet, larger than life, in the opening shot of the video. Nailed by the fake cock, he watched the real cock erect to suckable perfection while its proud owner bound the simmeringly hot Gino Mosca to the bed and fucked both his holes. Josh was still working his dick. He couldn't stop precumming. Oddly, the dildo added to his arousal, but made orgasm harder to reach, almost like some kinds of weed he'd encountered. In one sense, it was frustrating; in another, he never wanted it to end.

"I love Kevin," Cassie murmured. She and Esteban were both kneeling, with him fucking her from behind so they could both watch the movie.

"You watch a lot of gay porn," her lover commented.

"I watch a lot of porn, period. Kevin is a huge wet dream of mine. So naughty and playful. And so bi. Did you know he said in an interview once that he had both a boyfriend and a girlfriend?"

"That would be amazing," Esteban sighed. He ground his dick tighter into Cassie and she responded with a mild orgasm. "His sexual nature just blows me away."

Taylor was panting with the overstimulation he was receiving. "Are you going to tie me up like that one day?" he asked Josh between grunts.

"Oh, yeah," Josh said. "And I'm going to teach you how to tie me up, too. Start thinking about your safeword." The swimmer could only groan. He watched Kevin fuck the cum out of the restrained Gino and then blow his own load all over the tied boy's arse. He yearned for the beauty and hardness, the idealized masculinity, of their cocks.

Feeling the dildo leave his hole was painful. Cold, empty, he needed to be filled again. Getting fucked was better than not getting fucked, obviously. He ducked his head and looked between his legs at his teaser. "Who's next?"