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Ryland Grace was in his final year and at the top of his class, he worked hard to get his PHD in molecular biology. He was a model student, never late, never missed assignments, and was probably gonna win as the main Valedictorian candidate.
But everyone has their wild side, and Grace was anything but graceful. This was his last year and he wanted to make it count. So now, he was not only known as the smartest kid on campus, but also the horniest twink to roam the campus. He was going to go out with a bang (literally).
-----1 MONTH EARLIER-----
Grace was tired of being the goody two shoes that everyone saw him as. Sure he was gonna graduate with honors and have straight A's on all his classes, but something was missing.
They say that your college years are the most wild fun you'll have, using your 20's as a time to experiment and party. Well, Grace hasn't really been to a lot of parties, and his last girlfriend was a disaster. Of course he's hooked up with people since then but, nothing spectacular.
Something most people wouldn't guess is that Ryland Grace is a massive whore. Even he didn't know at first.
It was the first semester of the final year. He told himself to get out of his shell and actually go to a 'start of the year' party. Being a model student also mean you don't really know anyone and making friends was hard when you had no time to hang out. So the first party he saw posted he added to his calendar and got mentally prepared.
The party was set in some frat house near the edge of the campus, the poster said drink and pizza would be provided and party would go all night long (or until the cops shut us down), starting at midnight. It wasn't new for him to stay up this late, pulling all nighters was second nature, but the anticipation of reaching midnight was killing him.
He was good with talking to people, but that was his problem, he couldn't stop talking. Lots of student and friends would get tired of Grace's ramblings after so long, but the times he drank alcohol, it seemed to help with that. So his plan was get to the party, drink until he felt the brain fog clear and then maybe try to hook up with someone.
Looking at himself in a mirror, making sure his hair wasn't too wild, he took a deep breath in and out. His outfit was simple, black skinny jeans, light blue shirt and a dark blue flannel unbuttoned. He took his phone and keys, then headed out the door. It was time to let loose, after 4 years and on his final year, he was ready to experience college night life.
The building wasn't hard to find, near the little patch of woods at the back of campus. There was loud heavy music emanating from the frat house, some people outside smoking and chatting, it looks pretty busy. He took and deep breath and walked forward, his only focus was getting in and finding his first drink of the night.
It was immediately a little overwhelming, going through the front door, people were dancing, grinding, drinking and laughing. Party lights were going and he focused on on the kitchen where people were going to get drinks, refills, and take shots. He walks over and grabs a beer from an open cooler with ice. It wasn't his favorite thing to drink but it would do the job. Leaning back against the counter he surveyed the party looking for anyone he'd recognize. Mostly younger students, probably first or second years, it made sense as they were more likely to party it up so early in the year. Nobody he knew was there and he felt kinda relieved, most of the people in his program he knew were pretty stuck up about partying and looked down on people who drank for fun. That's what happens when your around the smart kids though, they didn't have time to mess around. Halfway through his drink a guy bumps into him and settles beside him against the counter.
"Hey there handsome, haven't seen you around before." An older student for sure, he was muscular with a green varsity jacket, probably on a sports team of some kind, though he wouldn't know what team or sport. His voice was deep, rumbling through him and making him blush at such a low timber.
"H-hey, I don't usually go to these kinds of parties..." He was embarrassed, he sounded so nerdy but, the guy stayed despite his awkwardness.
"That's ok, there's a first time for everything right?" He chuckles, leaning over toward Grace, a hand sliding onto the small of his back making him squeak a little.
"Y-yeah I guess."
"Well, my name is Mark. What's yours hun?" The way he ends with 'hun' makes him shiver.
"Ryland, my name is Ryland, but most people call me Grace."
"Grace, a pretty name for a pretty face." His eyes scan up and down Grace's features, making him turn red. The look he gave was almost predatory and it made him feel a rush of blood go downwards.
Before he can say anything, a girl comes over a playfully swats at Mark. "Hhhhheyyy Markkk, come over to the living room. We're playing beeeer pong and you're reeeeally gooood."
He chuckles, shifting his hand away from Grace's back. He nods and looks to Grace with a hand out, "Wanna join?"
Before overthinking it, he nods and is swept away to a table set up in front of the couch in the middle of the living room. The two side are set up with cups filled with beer, Mark and the girl take one side and Grace stands on the other side, paired with another girl who looked a little less drunk then Mark's friend.
They end up playing back and forth, Grace getting some good shots in at first, making them both drink some cups. But soon he start feeling the heat rise and his speech start to slur. Mark was very good a beer pong, and that means Grace drinking 5 full cups of beer, sharing the other half with a beautiful black girl that was partnered with him at the start. She had thick curly black hair, shaved on one side, wearing all black. The alcohol got to her as well, as they were both using each other to keep balance.
As the game ended, Mark and his friend fist bumped. Mark then came over with a full shot glass in both hands. "For the losers, you must take a shot of the winners choice! Rules of the game."
Grace wasn't about to refuse the tall muscular handsome man offering him more alcohol. He grabbed the shot and downed it in one gulp. Fireball, of course. It was a pleasant burning cinnamon taste, definitely most people's form of punishment but Grace loved the warm burn. He stared back into Marks eyes and smirks. Mark stares back and bites his lip, smirking, both having an unspoken lust in their eyes. He walks over and whispers in his ear, "Have you heard of strip Jenga?" The blush creeps back up his face, as he mumbles incoherently.
"I-i get the ideeeaa but don't know rulesss" He looks at Mark with sad puppy dog eyes, putting both his hands on Marks chest playfully.
"Well it's pretty simple hot stuff," He grabs a hand around his waist and pulls his to the side to see the table is already being set up with a large Jenga block tower.
"Whoever is participating pulls a blocks one at a time, the blocks have numbers that correspond to an article of clothing. Could be a sock, could be your underwear. If you are not wearing it already, you don't take anything else off." Grace nods along, despite being lost in the feeling of Marks defined chest.
"The first person to knock over the tower has to immediately strip down everything and is the loser." The tower is set and a small group of people are gathered around, about 8 different people, 5 guys and 3 girls, plus Mark and Grace, so 10 total.
"Hey Mark, don't forget to tell him what the loser has to do!" A small cheer bursts out, after this guy shouts to Mark. On the surrounding edge of the people playing, a crowd has begun to form, almost like they were all watching a competitive sport. It made Grace feel fuzzy inside being so watched and observed but, it didn't dissuade him.
"Oh yeah," Mark chuckles with a bit of an evil grin, "The loser gets to be the center of attention. But, I can tell you more about that later." Grace nods, the fog cleared and drunkenness taking over he kisses Mark on the cheek.
"Souuss gooud handsom." The drunk slur of his speech makes him laugh at himself for how stupid he sounded, but he didn't care.
The game started slow, people taking turns pulling the easy blocks. Some take of shirts, others socks and a stray pair of pants. Grace is down a shirt and flannel. It was his turn and he was feeling a bit dizzy. He takes a second to steady himself and pushes at a block that's a little loose. It takes all his brain power to slowly shove it through the middle, feeling the tower wobble a bit he stops. Taking a deep breath, he goes for it again and almost has it through but, he stumbles on his untied shoelace and makes the whole tower fall. Cheers erupt and he looks over to Mark who claps his hands along with the cheers.
"Looks like the new guy is the center of attention, let's see what he's been hiding under those tight pants." Grace flushes, and before he can get up he is lifted up and Mark stares at him with a lustful glance, "Time to strip pretty boy."
Despite being fairly drunk he could still feel the eyes on him, like he was being stalked by hungry animals. Fuck it, he grabs the zipper and begins to pull off his pants and boxers in one go, flinging then onto the couch in front of him. Taking his shoes and socks off after. Standing fully nude in front of the hungry crowd, Mark puts up a finger as if to stop anyone from suddenly pouncing him.
"Now for the fun part, you are going to be the center of attention. I have to explain it to you before we start." More rules? Ok, Grace was ok with more rules.
"It's very simple, you are placed in the middle of the circle. We all surround you and take turns with that pretty mouth of yours. And if you want to stop or take a water break, just use the word 'grapefruit' to stop. You got all that pretty?" Mark hold Grace's face in his hand and smiles, Grace takes a second and then nods eagerly thinking about how he got to this position. Is this how people have orgies?
Mark let's go and grabs a pillow, dropping it below Grace, and points down. "Ok good, now be a good boy and get on your knees." Grace drops down, like a trained dog and is immediately surrounded by hard cocks and dripping pussies. Oh boy, he was in for it now. He didn't even notice that everyone else undressed it was so fast, but he was quickly lead forward toward a thick dripping cock. It was Mark, who took the initiative standing in front of him and used his thumb to pry open Graces mouth.
Saliva gathered in his mouth as he opens wide, letting his tongue fall out. Mark chuckles, "Well? You gonna suck it or do I have to take control?" Grace felt a throb to his tdick. He was definitely dripping wet already with all the attention and despite wanting to see Mark take control he listened. He started to use his tongue to lick the precum beaded on the head.
Quickly he went from licking to putting the tip into his mouth and started sucking. The crowd was bustling, people watching with wrapped attention, some jerking off while watching him give his first BJ of the night. Further down he sunk onto Marks cock trying to test how far his gag was, and he found he could go almost all the way. He felt hands grabbing his hair and was pulled almost all the way off, then suddenly slammed onto his cock. A muffled whine makes it was through the cock in his mouth making Mark groan.
"F-fuck your throat is so tight." He grinds down, making spit and saliva drool down Grace's mouth. Mark starts fucking his throat, back and forth, pulling him back halfway before slamming right back into him. Chocked noises filling the space, as cheers came from the crowd. It wasn't long before he started bobbing in sync with Marks thrusting, feeling a rush of adrenaline from the action. Finally, Mark stutters his hips and cums deep into his throat. So far down, it forces Grace to swallow every drop.
He pulls out, hearing another wave of cheers, as Grace is immediately turned to the black woman who was his beer pong teammate. She had a small but thick cock, throbbing down at Grace, "My turn sweet cake."
Grace happily accepts the cock offered and begins bobbing, like he was trained for this. She moans and grinds into his face. The crowds loving it, moans can be heard from the surrounding horniness spreading through the frat house. People were definitely very turned on from Grace's performance and he was loving it. The rest of the group took turns, making Grace's mouth a gloryhole for pussy and cock. Once each had a turn, everyone was basically making out, fucking each other or jerking off.
Mark came back over from grabbing a drink and guided Grace over to the couch, laying him down while making out. He could only taste beer and cum, exploring each other's mouth while grinding and humping each other. Grace was far beyond wet, practically sopping you would think he already came. They pulled apart, with a string of spit dangling between them, hot breaths shared the space between them as they both painted heavily. Mark slapped his cock down on top of Grace's dripping cunt and starts rubbing it overtop of his throbbing tdick. The sensation drives a wild moan from Grace, as he squirms underneath him. He tries to grab Marks cock and guide it inside, but is stopped by Mark who grabs both his arms and puts them over his head.
"Mhm, not just yet, I wanna taste you first." Grace yelps, as he is pinned down and Mark leans down to claim him in his mouth. Grace see stars as he feels Marks warm mouth and tongue suck and lick on his tdick. It's too much and not enough at the same time, he moans loudly as he is sucked ravenously by the man above him. After a few seconds of sucking, he feels a finger prod at his wet hole. His pussy almost sucks the finger in, wanting to be filled by anything at this point. He works one finger in and out, trying to poke and prod to find the right spot. Grace feels his mind leaving him as he is so absorbed by Marks mouth he almost cries when he feels the finger hit right into his g-spot. He feels a burt of more precum floods his cunt, pulsing out. Another finger joins the first and pushes right back into that spot. Grace is sobbing from the pleasure, never has he felt so well taken apart. Most of his previous partners either fucked him or wanted a blowjob. Not many had ever offered to eat him out, let alone do that while fingering him like this. It made him feel loved, appreciated, wanted.
One more finger was added, focusing less on his g-spot and more on opening him up and making him feel full. Mark popped off of Grace's tdick with a happy dazed look and took his fingers out, making Grace whimper sadly. He looked down to see Mark licking and cleaning his finger with his mouth. Grace moan a little just at the sight of him licking up the wetness he created. Mark leaned forward and kissed Grace, letting him taste himself covered on this man's tongue. A hard cock grinds down on him and he moans into the kiss. Somehow a condom has already been placed into Marks cock, and he is starting to push at the wet lips of Grace's leaking cunt. He shifts his hips up, trying to push him in faster, to have a steady hand push his hips back down firmly.
"Be a good boy now," He snarls at Grace making him feel like a prey animal, "I want you to feel every inch."
Grace nods, as he feels the tip slowly and agonizingly push into him. The slow sink is driving him crazy, not much resistance after being open so well, but he can't help but clench down on each part of his cock. It pushes into him, all the way, reaching deep inside. Grace almost cums from just being filled so much, but doesn't yet.
Then he is pushed back, his ass being lifted up as Mark places a pillow below him, angling him up slightly. He drives down into Grace and is angled in a way to push right against his g-spot. Grace swears he blacks out for a second, as he feels the cock leave and then slam right back in the same spot. This doesn't stop Mark, as he starts fucking into Grace rapidly, making sloppy slapping noises. Grace's mouth falls open with babbling moan as he's pounded into.
His eyes flutter open as he is tapped on the check by another man, who's cock hovers above his open mouth. The man looks down and motions with his eyes to his cock. He wordlessly leans up licking the cock presented before him, and is pushed onto it as he feels Mark picking up speed. His mouth is fucked onto the man above as he is speared from both ends. The sensation make him clench down hard on Marks cock as he cums hard. But he doesn't tap out, he eagerly takes all that is given to him, being fucked and overstimulated in all the best ways.
They both almost sync up and are pounding into a limp Grace who is being used as their personal fucktoy. He feels the cock inside him throb and the one is his mouth pulse as they both reach their climax almost simultaneously. Cum fills his throat, as he feels himself cum again around the cock that pulses cum into the condom inside him. The warmth filling his stomach as he swallows it all up as he starts to feel the afterglow of climaxing. They both pull out, Grace exhausted pretty much falls asleep on the spot, Mark cuddling on top of him as they both rest off the drinks and exhaustion.
This was gonna be a fun final year.