Josh must not have made it back last night. His bed is empty. I quickly pull on the first set of boxers and shirt I can find. They're Josh's dirty clothes, smelling faintly of sweat, and they're way too big for me. His shirt shows off my collarbone, and the fabric around my waist is so loose I have to use a hand to keep it held up.
Blinking against the sunlight sneaking past the blinds, I pull open the door.
"Um, hi," I greet the guy standing out in the hallway. He's a student, probably around my age. Or maybe a little younger. A sophomore, maybe? He's looking around like he's lost, though the muscles threatening to bulge out of his zipped up letterman jacket prove he must be in the right place.
He rubs the back of his head nervously, glancing down the hall before he says anything. "Hey, I'm not sure if you recognize me, but we kinda...met yesterday. You know, after the game?"
"Oh. Right."
"I was wondering if you'd...?" he gestures vaguely to the front of his jeans. I look down, noticing the chubby he's sporting underneath the denim.
"Can you hold on a minute? I have to do something first." Without waiting for an answer, I dart back into my dorm room, shutting the door. I make a mad dash for my phone. Without even thinking about it, I call Sir.
He picks up on the second ring.
"Good morning, Pretty Boy."
"Uh, there's a guy here. One of the jocks from last night. I think he wants me to blow him," I whisper, pacing back and forth between my bed and Josh's bed.
"Of course he does," Sir says with a dark chuckle, "everybody wants my boy."
"Well, yeah, but what do I do?" I ask, still whispering.
"C'mon, Pretty Boy. We just talked about this. It's your choice. Always has been and always will be. What do you want? If you wanna get used, invite him in. If you don't, tell him to fuck off."
I glance over at the door.
"But...you're not here. And Josh isn't here either."
"You're a trained slut and submissive. Don't need anybody to hold your hand through a fuck...though you'll always love being held down for it," Sir laughs. He's mocking me, but his voice is laced with warmth. And care. Even with so much distance between us, he's still looking after me. "It's your choice, my good little slut."
"Right, yeah," I breathe out hard through my nose and nod my head. This is my life. I'm the only one who can decide these things for myself. While Sir has been a mighty force of temptation, he's never made me do anything.
I did more than walk into this lifestyle with my eyes wide open. I got down on my hands and knees for it.
"Whatever you decide, tell me all about it later. And even if your holes get fucked this morning, that's no excuse for being late. Your ass better be on time to class. Don't forget lunch."
"Yes, Sir."
I hang up and look at myself in the mirror. Slowly, I peel off Josh's shirt and reveal my body to my own hungry eyes. I'm a skinny thing. Pale and slender, with pink nipples and fair hair. Over the boxers, I clutch at my dick. I squeeze it. Hard. I'm already aching to get fucked again, even though I just got gangbanged last night.
I want it.
I really am a cock hungry twink.
With or without Sir, this is the type of life I want for myself. I want to get used by other men. I want to be shared between them. I need to submit. Not to just one man, but to many different men. Though I won't try to lie to myself. It's best with Sir. When he's the one in charge. Ordering me around. Making demands. I want him to be the one using me the most and humiliating me the hardest.
I might be a hole to the rest of the world, but I'm his boy.
With a smile on my blushing face, I make my choice.
"Come on in," I say to the jock, and lock the door behind us.
7
"Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck. That's it. You're amazing, fucking hell. So tight. So hot. Take my cock, you fucking cock slut."
I whine around the dick in my mouth as my hole is stretched by another. I'm taking it from both ends. Double-teamed on my bed in the middle of the day. The blinds on the window aren't full closed, and I squint against the invasion of sunshine while my body is being pilfered.
