The College Co*k Sleeve - Part 4 (Patreon)

Roman had to take a break this week after the events in Paris! He'll be back next Tuesday. 

All characters are 18+

I'd become the dirty secret on campus. The list of straight men who had used my services was increasing by the day, and I wasn't unhappy about it. Lyle was the most fortunate of them. He'd come to almost expect my mouth around his cock each afternoon.

"Come on" he said, wiggling his erection at me from his bed, "I have a lecture in an hour".

That's all it took now. The hunger inside me for cock was literally insatiable, and I was quite sure that cum was more addictive than crack.

Practicing with Lyle was certainly helping me to perfect my technique. I learned quickly that most guys like that long, slow, teasing blowjob that gently coaxes their seed from their eager balls. Sure, some people liked it rough, too, but I was good at both.

"Oh yeah" Lyle mumbled, his ass cheeks tensing as I ran my tongue around his wet cock head and swallowed him, "play with my nuts".

His balls were loose and full. I toyed with them in my hand as I choked on him, and tasted the sharp flavours of his pre-cum as it oozed out into my throat.

Lyle was cumming quicker and quicker each time. I'd gotten so good at doing it that I was getting his seed within five minutes of taking his cock into my mouth. Today was a record, he orgasmed and fucked five or six ropes of jizz onto my tongue within less than three minutes, and I swallowed it down hungrily.

Riley Asher had also come for seconds. And thirds. And fourths. In fact, I was sucking Riley's cock almost as much as Lyle's. He was becoming so unfazed by it, that he'd call his girlfriend for phone sex whilst I worked his meat under the bedsheets.

Life on campus had become more explosively exciting than I ever could have imagined. Every day that passed was filled with cock, cum and straight young men, and just when I thought that things couldn't get any better, they did.

The Baron Twins weren't actually twins. They weren't even related, not by blood anyway. Harlow Baron was this eighteen year old freshman who had grown up travelling the world on daddy's yacht. His family was disgustingly wealthy, and he didn't hide it. Harlow was the type of guy who expected everyone to bow down to him, and most people did. He wore the most lavish, expensive clothing. He drove the flashiest cars, and in terms of looks, Harlow looked like he stepped off a catwalk.

Florian Baron was also eighteen. He was the athletic one, with chiselled muscle, violent confidence and a handsomeness that exceeded even his brother's. He wasn't actually a Baron, according to legend. His parents died when their private jet came down off the coast of Italy, when he was just a boy, and apparently Harlow's parents cashed in and adopted him.

Despite that fact, they'd grown up together and looked remarkably similar. They both had wavy blond hair. Both had golden bodies from their years of sun, sea and relaxation, and both of them were as pretentious, snobby and rude as the other.

Evidently, my secret services had come to the attention of the Baron twins, and one Saturday night, I was quite literally summoned to their apartment.

The Baron Twins wouldn't be caught dead living in a dorm room on campus. Naturally, their parents had purchased, outright, a large penthouse apartment where both their teenage sons could live, away from the poverty of college kids.

I considered declining the invitation. I'd never spoken to either of them before, and they certainly hadn't even noticed me until this. Sure, they were breathtakingly hot, but was I really that easy?

Yes.

When I agreed to meet them, I was expecting one of them to be waiting and the other to be off doing something, or out at a party. However, it soon transpired that the penthouse apartment wasn't the only thing that the twins shared.

The place was huge. The building was situated on the outskirts of town, and towered over all the others. An actual butler let me in, and looked at me like I was some scruffy street child. He even scoffed when I told him that I was here to see the Barons, until Florian called the front desk and confirmed.

"Asshole" I mumbled as I took the elevator to the top floor.

I was surprisingly more nervous meeting Florian than I had been with any of the others. Something about being away from the safety of campus was making me uneasy, and the feeling remained until I reached the penthouse and knocked.

Florian was on the phone. He beckoned me inside with his hand, but otherwise, it was like he didn't even notice me. I stepped into the hallway and gawped around the place.

I could tell by looking, that everything was more expensive than anything that I owned. The paintings on the walls, the rug on the floor, hell, even the mirror looked like it cost thousands. I awkwardly followed the muscular teen into the living room as he barked commands into the phone.

Harlow lay across a large sofa wearing only a pair of designer white boxer briefs. His body was completely hairless, as though every one of them had be lasered off. Despite the fact that he wasn't on any of the sports teams in college, he had an impressive physique.

"You're the one who sucked Lyle's cock?" He asked, straining his head to look back at me. I gulped and nodded. "You know that guy's father is in debt to our father?"

I cocked a brow. I didn't particularly care about the financial situation of my roommate's family, but this was exactly the type of person that Harlow was.

Florian returned and walked right by me as though I didn't exist. He sat down on the second sofa, and shoved two pills into his mouth almost angrily. He gulped down some water, threw the bottle to his brother who did the exact same thing, and then turned to me.

"Want one?" He asked, holding a small pill between his fingers. I declined, and he scoffed and shrugged.

"Foot rubs" he said, leaning back on the expensive leather, "for both of us".

I once again considered declining. What the fuck did these morons think I was? Some sort of servant? I gawped from Florian to Harlow, both of whom were now stretching their legs out, and sighed. Why did they have to be so fucking hot?

Against my better judgement, I stepped closer to Florian and got down on one knee, until he scoffed again.

"Well take your clothes off" he laughed, looking to his brother who rolled his eyes.

"Oh right, yeah" I nodded, feeling rather ridiculous as I stood back up and began to undress.

There was a time not so long ago when the idea of being naked in front of anyone was off putting, let alone these two douchebags, but things were different now. I'd become quite comfortable with my own body, so a few moments later, I stood there naked.

"It's quite small" Florian noted, and pointed to his brother, "isn't it?"

Harlow inspected my flaccid junk for a moment before shrugging. "It's alright, but I don't like the foreskin, it's too loose, and his balls are too small".

I felt my cheeks become slightly red as the rich twins studied my naked body. Perhaps it should have really bothered me, but it didn't.

"Today?" Florian said, wiggling his toes as I got back to my knees and took his foot in my hand.

His feet were warm and soft. It was easy to tell that he'd never done a day's work in his entire life, and although I wasn't much of a foot person, there was something quite exciting about being down there, at his feet.

"Meredith spilled an entire bottle of Dom Pérignon on Mother's Eames ottoman" he said, as I massaged his soles with my thumbs, and Harlow literally gasped.

"What has Mother done?" He replied, and moved over so he was now sitting next to his brother. He pushed his bare foot toward me.

"Banished her from the manor, of course" Florian scoffed, "and if you ask me, it's not a minute too soon. That woman has been dragging her feet for years, it's about time Mother and Father took action".

I rolled my eyes as I listened. I'd never actually heard rich people talking before, and I guessed that poor Meredith was a housekeeper or maid, or something.

"You can use your mouth now" Harlow said, pushing his foot against my face, and I cringed slightly, but it wasn't the worst idea I'd heard.

I began tonguing the young man's feet, and rubbing the other's as their conversation continued.

"She had it coming" Harlow said, wigging his toes in my mouth, "she may be our sister, but that doesn't give her the right to act like some sort of common whore".

"Cocks now" Florian said, snapping his fingers.

I watched, with Harlow's toes still in my mouth, as both of them slid down their underwear and revealed long, delicious looking poles. Harlow's was already hard, and spilling clear pre-cum onto his smooth groin, but Florian's was coiled up like a thick snake, in a bush of pubic hair.

"You really need to come with me to Zoltan's" Harlow said, reaching for Florian's cock and holding it as I gawped. "It's like a jungle down there".

"You look like you haven't hit puberty" he replied, doing the same, and holding his brother's cock. "I much prefer being natural. Hey! Cocks!"

I dropped Harlow's foot and somewhat instinctively, moved between Florian's legs. Harlow fed the thing into my mouth, and I began sucking the soft, warm meat as the brothers continued speaking.

"I want to go to Venice in the summer" Harlow said, as Florian stroked him, "remember that quaint little venetian place we stayed in a few years ago?"

As their conversation continued, Florian began to stiffen in my mouth. I wasn't sure if I was enjoying the experience or hating it, but I was quite sure that he had one of the tastiest cocks that I'd sampled so far.

The head was large and wet, the shaft was completely smooth and flawless, and his balls bulged between his muscular thighs as I choked on him.

"Me now" Harlow said sternly, and guided my head toward his leaking rod. I slurped it into my mouth instantly.

"Or perhaps the Swiss Alps" Florian suggested, "I believe Father has a private chalet there, we could spend the month".

"Oh Christ, no" Harlow groaned, pushing his cock deeper into my throat, "it's a miserable place".

"You have two hands, don't forget" Florian reminded me, and closed my fingers around his cock whilst I sucked Harlow's.

Pre-cum and saliva drooled down his shaft as I gagged on him. Despite the fact that the two young men weren't actually related, their cocks tasted almost identical. I licked up the mess, running my tongue up his shaft, and he shivered.

"Prostitutes are so talented these days" he said, rubbing my hair.

Florian stood up as I sucked, and reached between my legs from behind. My eyes widened as he gripped my semi-erect cock and began stroking it.

"Remember we visited that farm in Germany?" He guffawed, roughly yanking my organ, "when Father was having the old farmer's place bulldozed?"

Harlow nodded and held my head down on his rod, pumping me.

"He's like the cow out in the barn" he continued, and the two of them choked with laughter. "Are you ready to be milked, cow?"

I grunted, but mostly because I couldn't breathe. Harlow rammed deeper, his hips thrusting roughly as Florian sped up.

I hadn't realised how full my balls were until now. Despite the fact that I was struggling to take a breath, feeling Florian's rough hand pumping me was making me moan, and after less than a minute, my body tensed up, my toes curled and I began cumming.

"Oh yeah" Florian nodded, catching my thick load in his palm, "he's exactly like the cow".

I continued sucking on Harlow as I came, and when I was milked dry, I almost collapsed on him. I was exhausted, but evidently, my night wasn't over.

Florian shoved his finger inside me, twisting and digging as he opened me. "I always find that cum is the best lube" he told nobody in particular, and I winced as I felt my own load being slathered on my hole.

He positioned his thick cock against me as I bobbed on Harlow's, and pushed inside with ease. I winced again, and groaned as he spread me apart with my sperm as lube.

"How about a month in Venice and a month in the Alps?"

Harlow considered it as he watched me choke, and Florian began slamming into me with force.

The room began to spin as I took both of their cocks. It was exceptionally arousing, but I'd already been milked, and I barely had the energy to continue.

After fifteen more minutes of continued use, Harlow began moaning and his cock expanded between my lips.

I gulped down mouthfuls of hot sperm, tasting the sharp saltiness as I did, and felt Florian's fingers squeeze my waist.

My rectum filled with warmth as he dumped his load inside me, and the two young men orgasmed together for another few moments.

"Fine" Harlow nodded, "but I don't want to take the jet, we'll go on the yacht".

The two young men stood up, wiped themselves off and dressed. I remained on my hands and knees, leaking from both ends and trying to catch my breath.

"You can go" Florian said, waving me away, and I got to my feet, and limped toward my clothes.

"Oh, one more thing" Harlow said, taking something from his pocket.

"I um... I'm not a prostitute" I said, pulling my pants up, and he looked at me and squinted.

"I'm not paying you" he scoffed, handing me a card, "there's a party next Friday. We're arranging it, so it won't be like those disgusting parties on campus. You should come".

I took the card and stared at it. The only thing written on it was an address in gold letters.

"Wear whatever you want" he shrugged, "it won't stay on you for long".