It’s easy to hitchhike when there’s so much willing prey behind the wheel. You just need to show them what they want and they’ll take you wherever you fancy.
And after the trip, you can always invite them for a one-way trip up your ass. More often than not, they will feed themselves to it without any effort on your behalf.
That’s life on the road for me: free trips and easy meals.
Very hot! :) Would like to see someone melting into cum.
Charlie had been begging to cock-vore us ever since we moved into halls. Apparently it really helps with sexual prowess or some bullshit like that, I don’t know. I wasn’t very keen, but Dean seemed happy to give it a shot so we made a plan. He would take us both in for a night, go out, hopefully get laid, and then the next day he’d let us out. Simple enough.
I went first as I thought I’d probably chicken out if I saw Dean getting swallowed by Charlie’s cock. The sensation was… weird. Like all of my mass was getting compressed into a tiny version of me. I dropped into his musky ballsack feeling light and heavy all at the same time.
Oh, and horny. Really fucking horny.
After a minute or so I heard Dean plop onto the sticky space just beside me. His arm accidentally brushed my knee and it felt absolutely electrifying. It seems when you get cock-vored, your sense of touch multiplies tenfold.
“Fuck, did you feel that?” he asked.
“Yeah” I replied, trying to hide a building erection. I wasn’t gay and I wasn’t going to start fooling around with boys tonight, inside Charlie’s nuts.
We felt a jolt as Charlie started getting ready for tonight.
“This better be worthy.”
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Hours later we heard Charlie bringing someone back to halls. It was weird because it sounded like he had brought a dude home, and Charlie wasn’t gay, was he?
Dean and I were suddenly smashed together as a muscular hand started massaging Charlie’s sack. I had been trying to avoid touching him all night and now I was lying on top of him, our guts pressing against each other, my hands on his chest, and our hard cocks greeting each other.
I couldn’t hold it any longer. I smacked a kissed on Dean’s lips and, to my surprise, he reciprocated with a very exploratory tongue. I wasted no time to line my hard cock against his waiting hole, both heavily lubricated with Charlie’s cum.
We started rocking, both of our own accord and forced by the constant massing of Charlie’s ballsack. The whole experience barely lasted a couple of minute, every pleasurable sensation increased to maximum volume.
I started cumming inside Dean and, as soon as he felt my jizz coating his insides, he started cumming too. Rope after rope of cum exploded out of my cock, each of them accompanied by a wave of immeasurable pleasure. Such was the amount of bliss I was going through that I didn’t realise how we’d both been cumming for a whole minute and were not even close to stopping.
I only realised something was weird when my bodily awareness started to shift. I was slowly feeling less like a single body and more like a whole… mass… of… I don’t how to describe it. It felt like every ounce of my self was liquefied pleasure. And I could feel Dean there - here - everywhere! It was euphoric.
As I started to lose my grip on reality, I felt my… our… self being squeezed through a tiny space. It felt so tight, and suddenly we were flying through the air, the cold wind adding a new layer of pleasure to our experience. My last proper thought was the realisation we had landed on someone’s tongue, and we were slowly dripping down their throat into…
