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twisted-talez: “You feel that?” he asked, grinding his big, hairy cock inside me. “Fuck,” I gasped. He let out a satisfied chuckle, almost sadistic in tone. “That’s your cum button I’m hitting, boy,” he informed me. “In a minute I’m gonna have you cumming with me.”We called him “Reamer” because of his big, thick, beer can cock. His real name was Ken Parson and he was our fraternity advisor, an alumnus who paid us a visit once a semester and then reported on our status to the national fraternity board. He always stayed in a nice hotel suite near campus. Part of his review was to take a brother to dinner to explore the inner-depths of the fraternity, and then back to his hotel to explore the brother’s inner-depths.“I need you to meet with Reamer tonight,” Chip, our fraternity president, directed me upon cornering me in my room that afternoon. “Do I have to?” I begged. “Reamer is, like, almost my dad’s age.” But Chip would hear no objections. “Look, bro. We’re on thin ice after our last party got busted by the campus police,” he informed me. “We need to make a good impression with Reamer before he visits the house tomorrow. Plus, you’ve got the hottest ass in the house.” I couldn’t argue with that. “Now bend over,” Chip commanded, unzipping his pants and pulling out his big dick. “Reamer likes a sloppy hole, so I’d better breed you quick.”After getting seeded by Chip, I washed up and met Reamer in the dining room of his hotel. A martini that looked nearly finished was already on the table when I arrived. “Thank you for inviting me to dinner, Mr. Parson,” I greeted, shaking his hand. He held me in a predatory stare, eyeing me up and down as if he might pounce upon me and then fuck me on the table. “No, you must call me Ken,” he insisted, finally breaking his gaze. “And from what I’ve seen, your chapter will receive high marks this semester.” I was confused. “But Mr. Parson, oops … I mean … Ken, you haven’t even visited the house yet,” I clarified. Reamer gave a twisted smile. “I wasn’t referring to the house,” he snarled, popping an olive from his martini into his mouth as his predatory gaze seized me once more.Despite the somewhat aggressive start, dinner was rather enjoyable. Reamer wanted to know a lot about me and why I pledged. We talked about his fraternity days, and he even showed me pictures of his wife and kids. It felt somewhat like a job interview, except the only position in question was me ass up in his hotel room. After polishing off dinner and a third martini, Reamer signaled the waiter for the check. I knew what would happen next, what was expected. Even so, I was a bit shocked when Reamer signed for the check and promptly asked, “You ready to go upstairs and fuck?”“Let’s start on that couch,” Reamer suggested as we entered his well-appointed suite. “Go ahead and strip down while I take a piss,” he ordered. My jaw nearly dropped when Reamer came out of the bathroom buck naked. I always knew he was in shape, but had no clue he was so muscular. And hairy as fuck. But what got me the most was his cock. Jesus fucking Christ, he was hung. I mean, I had heard the rumors about his cock. But I wasn’t prepared for what I was witnessing. His big dick swung between his legs like a pendulum as he approached me. I was dumbstruck.“You like a big dick?” Reamer asked almost rhetorically as he approached me. I gave a slight nod, still speechless. We were soon in an embrace, his hands wrapped around my ass, his finger probing my hole as I caressed his hairy chest. “Mmm. Feels like you’ve got a fresh load up in there,” Reamer purred, withdrawing a finger coated in Chip’s load. “I love a slutty bottom. Time to fuck,” he announced.“Do you have any lube?” I asked, ass up on the couch as Reamer stood behind me. “Why?” he laughed. “Your hole is plenty wet with that fresh load in there,” he informed me, working the tip inside me. “FUCK,” I gasped as his huge cock head began to breach my tight hole. “Go slow, OK?” I sought to assure. “I’m really tight.” Reamer smacked my ass. “I only go slow when I fuck my wife,” Reamer laughed. “And you ain’t my wife, boy.” With his hands on my hips, Reamer plunged the entire length of his cock inside me with one quick motion. “JESUS CHRIST,” I screamed, biting a throw pillow on the couch.“You take a lot of cock back at the house?” asked Reamer, working my hole at a deliberate pace. “Yeah,” I confessed. “My door is always open to the other brothers. Most nights I take five or six cocks. That number triples on the weekend.” Reamer gave my ass a playful spank. “That’s a good boy,” he praised. “Every house needs a faggot like you to keep the brothers happy.” All I knew was that my hole was feeling very happy. I had never taken a cock as big as Reamer’s dick, and I was reveling in the fullness of him within me. With his hand on the small of my back, Reamer raised his left leg, giving him some added leverage. All of a sudden, a bolt of electricity seemed to be coursing through me, working from the depths of my hole to the tip of my rock hard cock.“You feel that?” Reamer asked, grinding his big, hairy cock inside me. “Fuck,” I gasped. He let out a satisfied chuckle, almost sadistic in tone. “That’s your cum button I’m hitting, boy,” he informed me. “In a minute I’m gonna have you cumming with me.” I had heard about prostate stimulation before, but had never experienced the joy of having that internal nub pleasured by an oversized dick up my ass. Jesus, the intensity was incredible. Precum was streaming from my cock as Reamer continued to press my “button” over and over again.“Christ,” I gasped, feeling close to shooting my wad. “Yeah, that’s it,” Reamer encouraged. “Shoot that load with this big dick inside you.” Instantly, my cock began to throb and spurt as I dumped my load all over the couch, all while Reamer continued to fuck me. “Aww, FUCK,” he bellowed. I was still shooting my own load as Reamer’s balls began to empty inside me. The magnitude of our synchronized orgasms was phenomenal. Never had I experienced a fucking like that. As my balls reached empty, Reamer pulled out of me. My wrecked hole felt like a cavernous abyss as his cum streamed from my hole and onto the couch.“Well done, boy,” Reamer praised with another playful slap to my ass before heading into the bathroom for a towel, his spent cock dripping cum along the way. I wiped my sweaty body clean with the towel as Reamer summoned me an Uber. I was grateful for the ride, as I could barely walk after the intense fuck session. Back at the house, I climbed into my bed feeling completely depleted, and I was soon fast asleep.“Dude. Wake up,” Chip’s voice came from the doorway to my room. I had slept way past noon the next day, and had missed Reamer’s visit to the house. “How’d the visit go?” I asked Chip. “Well,” Chip began, “the good news is that the visit went well. Reamer said he’s giving a good report on us to the national board.” But from the solemn look on Chip’s face, I could tell there was something more. “The bad news,” Chip continued, “is that Reamer is staying another night and has requested you again.” Not wanting to look like a total slut, I feigned annoyance. But the truth was that I couldn’t wait to get Reamer’s big cock back inside me.Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link