Guess

Guess m/m+, ds, hm

I parted the stall curtain with two fingers and peered through the gap. My five favorite housemates, Matt, Ken, Craig, Juan, and Jaeger, stood naked under the shower heads. Water poured down their buttocks and spattered on the tile floor. Suds swirled down the drain.

Jaeger turned under the stream, revealing his hard pectorals. I jerked my cock, making as little noise as I could. I didn't want them to know I stood there, naked and wanking in the side stall. Craig's sweet blue eyes darted in my direction. I let the curtain fall.

I closed my eyes, listening to the fall of water. My cock jumped in my pumping fist as I recalled the glimpses I'd snagged of ass and cock: Matt's ruddy skin and smooth chest, Ken's long legs, Juan's muscled thighs moving against each other. Feet padded, and voices softened. The curtain twitched as it did whenever someone entered or left the shower.

Each morning's wash offered a little release from the pressures of life in the dorm. I was the new kid, having just transferred in as a freshman and too shy to approach the other boys. My neck strained. A lock of blond hair fell across my face, and I stretched onto the toes of my pale, lean legs. I groaned involuntarily, ready for the spasm that would send my cum splattering against the shower wall.

Suddenly, the curtain flew open. The rings clattered, and the corner whipped my leg. I spun.

Matt and Juan rushed in, pinned my arms, and hauled me into the main shower. I struggled in their grip. My hard dick bounced against my thighs as they flung me to my knees. My palms slammed into the wet tiles, splashing water.

All five boys stood over me, naked, laughing, and desirable.

Ken had his hands on his hips. He was taller than the others, with a shock of brown hair. "Happy there, Dave?" He nudged my cock with his wet toes.

My face turned so red I thought I would die.

Ken ran his foot along my belly. I shuddered. "Looks like we have a voyeur for a housemate," he said to the others.

Even in my humiliation, I couldn't help checking them out, as they stood in a half circle. Ken was tall and lean, with olive skin and penetrating green eyes. He majored in Philosophy or Religious Studies or something; his quick, cutting wit kept others in their place in the longue or during dorm meetings. Craig supposedly studied Chemistry, though I really knew him for his taste in the craft beers he wasn't old enough to buy himself. His ebony bangs shook and his abdominals rippled beneath his pale skin as he laughed at me. The redhead, Matt, was in and out of the dorm on sexual conquests. I'd never spoken to him, though I'd eyed his compact, muscled frame with envy as we passed in the hall. Juan was an athletic sophomore with thick fencer's thighs, dense stubble, and dark chest hair. Our football player, Jaeger, was ripped and hard, with an icy gaze and short blond hair. When he spoke, he sounded like an Arnold caricature. The other boys joked that he was majoring in Aryan studies. Not me: I just wanted him to talk to me more.

Ken had his hands on his hips. He was taller than the others, with a shock of brown hair. His dick wiggled intriguingly. "Happy there, Dave?" He nudged my cock with his wet toes.

My face turned so red I thought I would die.

Ken ran his foot along my belly. I shuddered. He turned to the others. "Looks like we have a voyeur for a housemate," he said.

"Please don't tell anyone," I begged. Tears streamed down my face. "I don't want to be expelled."

Ken looked from one boy to the other, then down at me. They nodded, as if silently consenting to some plan they'd devised. He turned off the taps. The water trickled away down the drain.

"Don't worry. We won't turn in a useful faggot," he said. "We just need to devise a suitable punishment."

My cock twitched between my knees. Did he mean what I thought he meant?

"Sit up," Ken ordered. I settled my buttocks on my heels. The hard tiles bit my knees. I felt incredibly exposed. I was lean, not ripped, with the rapid growth of my last year in high school, but only a little muscle from the gym. My cock bobbed and twitched.

The half circle of boys regarded me with predatory glee.

Craig's hand drifted to his dick. He stroked it contemplatively.

"I think he'll do fine," Juan commented.

My heart hammered.

They looked to Ken. He said, "Dave needs to prove himself. A truly dedicated gay slut would know his friends intimately: especially their cocks. Dave should learn to recognize us. Matt?"

Matt shook his cock. It swelled under his hand. A broad pink head swelled over a thick shaft. Veins strained under his pale, freckled skin.

I stretched out my hand, ready to fulfill so many fantasies.

"Don't touch" Ken snapped. "That's for later." I dropped my arm.

Later? I wondered.

"I'm next." Craig shook his cock in my face. It sprang to hardness: long and thin, curving upwards from pubes as shiny as oil. I guessed it was nearly seven inches, but that might just have been the perspective.

The other three stroked themselves. Craig pushed my face towards the fapping cocks. I salivated.

Jaeger waved his cock negligently. In that brief glance, I saw that it, like him, projected an air of athletic perfection, neither large nor small. "This is mine," he declared. "Learn."

Juan laughed and executed a lunge. "En gardé," His cock bounced with exquisite straightness.. It seemed about the same size as Jaeger's, maybe a little thinner. Dark hairs stood out on the shaft.

Ken grinned confidently. He rolled his big balls in his fist and splayed his cock with his palm. Its olive length curved more than Juan's straight rod, but otherwise seemed equally desirable.

What was the point of this? I could easily distinguish each boy by their coloration.

Ken said, "We're going to play a game now. Matt, blindfold Dave. Jaeger, hold his arms"

I jerked in alarm, but Jaeger already had me by the shoulders. He was stronger than I was and had better leverage. Craig reached under the towels that lay on the cinder-block shelf near the door and retrieved a dark silk scarf. Before I could react, he cinched it tight over my eyes. Suddenly, I was blind. A little light leaked around the edges, but otherwise I could see only fabric. Jaeger drew my wrists together just above my buttocks. Another scarf soft but strong, held them firm. I strained, but could not free myself. Not that I really wanted to.

Ken said, "We're going to play a game. Each of us will put his cock in your mouth. You must guess whose cock is whose, touching them only with your lips, throat, and tongue. Guess all of us right, and you win. Guess any one of us wrong, and it's obvious you need another lesson."

My cock was a straining, leaking mess between my knees, so hot it felt like a cloud of arousal. I groaned. "Let me suck you!"

"Suck us?" Ken's voice rolled with scorn. "Maybe if you win, that can be your reward. This is a guessing game. Now open."

I straightened my spine, raised my head, and opened my mouth. Feet padded on the tiles. "Here is cock number one," Ken declared.

Someone approached my face. Heat radiated from his body. A cock slid into my mouth. I closed my lips, and let the shaft caress my tongue. It tasted of clean soap. I'd never sucked cock before, though I'd imagined it many times. The reality was bigger and thicker than I expected. How could I match this cock to the ones I'd seen? Was it Matt's, the thickest and widest, but also the shortest? Maybe I could measure each one with my tongue?

Whoever it was began to thrust. Cock number one pulled almost out of my mouth before ramming the back of my throat. It swelled. Live, hot and rubbery, it refused to hold still. I clamped on it with my lips and tongue and leaned into the thrusts. Body heat and motion enveloped my face. Whoever cock number one belonged to, I wanted to suck him till he came in my mouth. Three more strokes. I felt thighs tremble. Then, abruptly, cock number one pulled out. Whoever owned it stepped away, leaving me bereft.

"Cock number two." Ken's voice came from my right now. I realized I could not tell if he had been cock number one, or whether he would be number two. A moment later, a cockhead pressed my lips. I opened obligingly, but not as widely as before. I wanted to measure its girth with my lips. Cock number two slid in. It was noticeably wider than cock number one, shorter and thicker. It tasted different, too. There was more soap, less sweat. When it bottomed out on my tongue, wiry pubes brushed my face, thick with an odor that surely belonged to this boy, and no one else. My silent partner made several strokes. By the time he pulled out, I was pretty sure it was Matt.

"Cock number three," said Ken. Wetness touched my lips: precum. I don't know why I hadn't expected it. As soon as boy number three entered my mouth, I tasted it on his demanding thrusts. Cock number three was no longer or thicker than number one, but its owner betrayed a greater will to dominate and batter my throat. As he thrust, I felt his knees flex. Number three could only be someone tall squatting to meet my mouth. Ken. Then abruptly, cock number three was gone.

A moment's shuffle.

"Cock number four." The call came from my right. Was Ken out of breath? I didn't have time to wonder.

Cock four tasted a little of vinegar. Longer and thinner than any of the others so far, it spread a leaking trail of semen along my tongue. By the time number four pulled out, I was pretty sure it belonged to Craig.

"Cock number five," Ken announced. Hot meat jammed past my lips, obviously not Ken himself. Number five jerked from side to side. Like number three, this boy was leaking copiously, but with a saltier taste. I groaned and leaned into his thrusts, lowering my head to accommodate him. He seemed a little thinner than the others. I knew this should be some sort of clue, but lust clouded my thoughts. My hands strained against their bonds, and I rubbed my cock against my own thighs. Number five pulled out.

My knees ached on the tiles. I heard feet shuffling. I felt body heat all around.

Ken spoke from behind me. "You'll get each cock again, Dave, but in a different order: half a minute with each one. Give us your guess. If you're right, we'll move onto the next cock. If not, you lose."

"Cock number two." It shoved into my mouth, but this time, its owner didn't thrust. Precum ran freely, reinforcing the distinctive smell. As I bobbed my head, cock number two's thick girth trembled and its veins pulsed. I sucked playfully, confident that I knew who this was. "Matt," I declared. Cock number two pulled out with a slimy pop.

"Damn," Matt said. "I wanted to cum."

"Cock number four." A long dick presented itself. The vinegar taste was more pronounced this time. As I closed my lips, cock number four trembled. Craig emitted a tremulous groan in his distinctive tenor. "Oh, shit," he declared. "I'm coming!" He thrust compulsively. A blast of semen flooded my mouth. Craig's shaft jerked repeatedly. He gripped my hair, thrust his hips. His long cock fountained in my mouth. I swallowed, savoring.

"Craig," I declared triumphantly. I grinned.

"Cock number three," Ken declared. There was more shuffling. I had the chance to measure this time: this cock's leaking head was longer than number two, but at least an inch shorter than number three. Now that I was waiting for it, I detected the slight tremor of a tall man's long legs bowing to deliver its organ to my mouth. "Ken," I said.

He sighed as he disengaged. "You've got me."

Cock number five was hard and thick, with a distinctive taste. I knew that Craig had already cum, and I had accounted for Ken and Matt. Only Juan and Jaeger remained. But was this the Latino or the German? Juan had more hair, but no matter how much I ran my tongue over number five, I could not detect any features on its smooth surface. I moaned with frustration, and cock number five pulled out.

After a just long enough to conceal everyone, Ken said, "Guess."

My mind raced. No hair: that suggested... "Jaeger," I said.

There was no confirming answer.

As soon as the final cock entered my mouth, I feared I'd called it wrong. I couldn't feel any hair on number one either, but was it shorter than number five? It pulled free. "Juan," I declared.

Hands reached around my head. The blindfold lifted. I blinked at the shower's bright, florescent lights. The five boys resumed their judgmental crescent around me. Ken gestured like a matre-d' displaying a tray of dishes.

"Cock number two?" he called theatrically. Matt took a half step forward. His stout cock jutted beet red, aroused and dripping.

"You got me."

"Cock number four?" Ken asked.

"That's me," Craig admitted. His cock hung flaccidly, not nearly as long as it had been. His foreskin deflated around the shrinking head.

"A bit of a give-away, when you came," Ken remarked.

"Sorry," said Craig, his eyes downcast.

I ran my tongue over my teeth. The taste of his semen filled my mouth. I wouldn't forget.

Ken gestured at his own hard cock, longer than Jaeger's but just as thick. "I was number three. Next time I think I'll just fuck you mercilessly if you've figured me out, instead of holding out."

I couldn't disguise the way my naked cock bounced at his words.

"Here, you ran into some trouble," Ken remarked. "Cock number one, will you identify yourself?"

Jaeger took a half-step. His perfect, pale cock bounced above his near-white pubes. He gripped his balls and shook. "I'm number one." A drop of precum fell from his tip and spattered against the floor.

Ken said, "Cock number five?"

Juan gave a little bow. His cock dipped, obviously just a little longer, thinner, and a lot hairier than Jaeger's. His huge thighs were also a turn-on. He gripped his balls and jerked his hips. "Engardé! Point mine."

"Dave, you lose. We will now consider the manner of your punishment," Ken declared.

I bowed my head. "I'm sorry, Jaeger. I'm sorry Juan. Please, don't take your cocks away! Give me a second chance!"

Jaeger frowned at me. His icy eyes flashed. He ran his cock over my face and slapped my forehead. He presented his pick cockhead.

"Put that away," Ken snapped. "Dave hasn't earned your cum yet."

Jaeger flinched.

Ken gripped my hair and bounced his dick in my face. "We want you to learn. Jaeger, blindfold Dave."

The cloth plunged me into darkness. I heard breathing, water dripping, feet moving, but I couldn't tell who was where. "Are you ready for another game?" Ken asked from in front of me.

"Oh, yes," I groveled. After Craig's cum, I wanted the others' too.

"Pick him up," Ken ordered.

Hands hauled me by my armpits. Something cold and hard collided with my thighs. I knew where I was: the shower included a small shelf, roughly waist high, flush with the wall. Hands bend me over the raised platform. My ass lifted slightly, and my dick, hard and hot, dangled against my legs. Hands pressed my shoulders into an unyielding surface. The coarse cotton of discarded towels squashed under my chest, leaking cooling water. My bound hands twitched in the small of my back. My head turned sideways, my mouth gaping like a fish's.

A hand caressed my buttocks. Fingers spread my cheeks.

Ken spoke: "A new challenge this time. It's hardly fair for you to use your mouth again, now that you know what we taste like." His nail flicked my ass-ring. "The game's the same as before. Identify every cock or face a forfeit. But this time, there will be no numbers. We step up and fuck you. You have until someone cums to identify him. Guess right, and we move on to the next cock. Guess wrong, or wait too long, and you lose."

I writhed in my restraints. "Please..."

Someone kicked my legs apart. Fingers splayed my buttocks and squeezed cold, slimy lube onto my ass. Thumbs rolled over my rectum. A hand pressed my face into the cold, wet towels. I lifted my ass.

Thighs levered my own. A cockhead pressed my hole. It penetrated me with a sudden elastic pop. Whoever it was pushed his wide and merciless length into my tender ass. My cheeks clenched frantically. The cock felt huge. I couldn't tell more than that. I had no sense of scale. I'd never had a cock in my ass, before, and, certainly. I couldn't compare its size or shape to one in mouth with any reliability.

It pulled out, slid in. My ass waggled. My dangling feet kicked the ledge. I panted into the heaped towels.

My assailant's dick flexed and swelled. His hands gripped my waist. I knew he was done teasing and aimed now for his orgasm. As he gave straight, long thrusts, his thighs pressed against me. His hairy thighs.

"Juan!" I gasped.

I heard a low moan behind me. Juan's.

"Correct," said Ken. "One down."

Juan pulled out.

There came the usual shuffling. The next boy squirted more lube on my ass, before inserting his cockhead into my crack. Head and shaft found my hole. This cock was thicker and shorter than the other. Its owner stood a little shorter than the others, I could tell by the angle. I felt him accelerate. As he pumped and huffed, I knew. "Matt!" I said.

Matt gave a frustrated groan and pulled out of me. Lube trickled from my distended ass, over my dangling balls, and down my legs.

"When will you let me cum,?" he said in frustration.

"Soon," said Ken. His answer had me wiggling in my bonds. How and when?

A third cock penetrated me: longer than Matt's, but about the same as Juan's. As its owner fucked me, I wondered who it might be. Two boys were eliminated. Craig had already cum in my mouth. That left two possibilities. Ken was longer, more curved, Jaeger was shorter, straighter, but they were close enough in length and girth that I couldn't tell by dick size. Cockhead and shaft trembled in me, swollen and hot: whoever it was approached his edge. I had only seconds to decide. My assailant shifted his stance, forcing me up. His hands gripped the edges of the table as he furiously sought orgasm. I had a sudden vision: long legs, pressing upwards, discontent with bending. "Ken!" I declared.

Ken gave a groan. For a moment, I thought he might be too far gone to stop. Then, he sighed and pulled out. He slapped my upturned ass with his cock. "Next!" he declared.

As the final boy stepped up to me, I wondered what the point was. I knew it would be Jaeger, and my suspicions were confirmed as he slid in. His cock was a bit shorter and straighter than Ken's. It bent less against my grain. I leaned into the thrusts, imagining Jaeger's tight body above me. I knew I could name him before he came, but I enjoyed this Aryan athlete as a dildo. I wondered what my reward would be for winning: a cock shooting in my ass surely; maybe a few more shooting into my hair or face. I wanted to see them as I came, fulfilling my months of voyeurism. Then what? More pleasant games? I knew I was to become these five boy's sex toy; and the thought excited me. I wanted it, but I knew they'd always remember how I'd beaten them in their inaugural game.

Jaeger neared the edge. It was time to call him out. Just one more thrust...

He grunted behind me. He pulled his cock pulled back for the final thrust. It slipped from my asshole. Jaeger cursed audibly. The boys behind me shuffled and groaned. Hands spread my ass again, and a hot cock entered me, throbbing with barely-controlled desire. I felt thighs quivering. I'd waited too long.

"Jaeger," I declared.

"Wrong!" said Jaeger from off to my left.

The cock in my ass pushed further. Long and lean, it probed some deep fold the others' had never reached.

"Did you forget me?" Craig asked.

"You came in my mouth!" I protested. "You're done!"

"Obviously, you underestimate how hot you are," said Ken. "Or how determined Craig is. Especially with the dorm stash of Viagra at his disposal."

"You tricked me!" I protested.

Craig laughed, "You lose!" His long dick slammed my ass. His hard thigh collided with my legs. I recognized his vinegar sweat smell now. "Not that I need any Viagra."

He fucked me: short hard rabbit thrusts. I lifted my ass, pushing a counter-rhythm. Craig swelled and shot. He bit my ear and clutched the table. Hot hard blats of cum filled my gut. He pulled out with a pop that released fouled semen over my cock and balls.

From somewhere near my head, Ken announced, "I declare Dave's mouth and ass open! Let him pay his forfeit!"

"Finally," Mark stepped between my thighs. His big hands gripped my waist. His whole body shuddered as he slid his familiar girth into my asshole. Long, hard strokes pounded my guts. Matt's balls slapped my ass. He increased speed, approaching his edge. "You're not getting away this time, Dave."

I didn't want to. "Fuck me."

Matt pushed his cock in as far as it would go. He gripped my hair and groaned. His throbbing head shot blasts of hot, wet cum into my guts. It sloshed and ran as he pulled out. He gave my dangling cock a tug as he stepped away.

Juan took his place. He thumped his cock on my buttocks and laughed as I squirmed.

"Wait for it," he teased.

"I want you," I groaned.

Juan spread my crack. "Here it is." His straight length slid into me, hot and hard. I shuddered and bucked. With each stroke Juan almost exited before slamming me unmercifully. His muscled fencer's thighs slapped me with each stroke. His body hair rasped. When he came, his out-stroke sucked his sperm through my guts, and his in-stroke shoved it deep and wet. I thought I would cum myself then, but when Juan withdrew, I groaned, empty, frustrated, and blind.

"My turn," Jaeger's voice declared. "You won't mistake me this time." He kicked my feet apart and spread my legs. He ran his cock over my buttocks and found my hole. He pressed into me in a single, vicious motion. My guts squelched. I gasped. No longer inhibited by the need to conceal himself, Jaeger ground his hard, hairless abs and rectilinear pictorials into my back. My bound fingers clutched his muscled ridges. His cock swelled in my ass as he came.

Even before Jaeger had finished, or fully calmed, I felt him pull out, abruptly replaced by a fresh cock. I could not mistake Ken now: his curving dick or his distinctive scent. His fingers reached into my mouth, a digital rape. My tongue caressed them, tasting lube and sweat and pre-cum. His cock curved and probed, straining like a scimitar, seeking new sensations. The other four boys' cum sloshed and sucked around him.

"Craig spotted you in the shower, but I made the plan," he declared. "You're ours, our slave. Mine. I knew what you wanted." His body rocked. I felt the heat of him as he ejaculated into my gut.

A spasm gripped my spine. My balls, already stimulated beyond endurance, opened their floodgates. My cock sprayed against the platform tiles, and my cum ran down over my shins.

"Yours," I said. "Yours, Ken, you and your friends."

Ken sprawled against my back. After a moment, he learned into my ear. "Later," he said, withdrawing his cooling length. "We'll do this again."

Someone braced my head as it lay sideways on the table. A cockhead pressed my lips.

All the others had already come. Was there more Viagra?

I opened my mouth. I expected the taste of ass, but this was a fresh cock: curving more than the others so far. Precum leaked an unfamiliar masculine signature onto my tongue.

"Who?" I asked, bewildered.

"Hello, Dave," said a familiar voice. My mind reeled, then I placed it: Ben's, my classmate in Econ 111: a libertarian sophomore with a fringe beard and bit more arrogance than I cared for. He thrust for emphasis.

I struggled. "How?"

Other cocks pressed my cheeks. There were more than five boys here, I realized.

An open pair of denims, rough with zipper, collided with my ass. Some new boy, heavy and strong, pressed his silken flesh down on me.

"Oh God," I groaned as a completely unfamiliar dick slid into my sloppy ass. "Who? Please?"

Ken laughed. "I invited your classmates. They're going to fuck your every hole. . Every boy in every class, you'll wonder: have you tasted his cum? Has he ploughed your ass? And unless he tells you, unless you ask, you'll never know."

It was the most erotic thing I'd ever heard. I splayed my body against the rough towels and shuddered.

Ben gripped my hair. His expanding cock slammed my mouth. "I think I'm about to win ever argument, ever."

I swallowed as Ben came. Despite my efforts, rivulets leaked past my lips. His was the last whose name I knew. The cock in my ass came too; I never identified him.

Someone unbound my hands. Two more cocks pressed my face. I gripped one and sucked the other. Then I traded. Someone spread my ass and penetrated it. One of my five? Or someone new? I was too far gone to know.

I lay blind. I discerned Jaeger's accent from the crowd, laughing. I heard and felt, but couldn't see, the unknown bodies pressing around me. There were so many cocks. The scent of their sweat and arousal washed over me.

Ken had first known what I was. I'd bet I was a man, but I was only a receptacle.

I knew my five shower boys had won me. For my remaining years here, I'd obey their every command, I knew.

Betting was guessing, and I'd lost.