Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2023 16:44:03 +0000 From: domlad95 Subject: The Young Dom's Uni Awakening Part 2 The next morning I woke bleary-eyes and with my head pounding. There was thought, a pleasant warmth around my cock. Looking down I saw Danny was sucking me out of my sleep, a hungry look in his beautiful eyes. I groaned, from both pleasure and guilt. "What the fuck Danny, get off" I moaned, but didn't push him away. "I can't believe I cheated". "I'm not gonna say anything, don't worry" "That's not the point" I said covering my eyes with my hand. Danny carried on slurping and I carried on letting him. "Grant look, I don't care about your boyfriend, we're just having some fun and I won't say anything. You're a young guy at uni. Just enjoy. And don't pretend you aren't - I bet your little boyf doesn't let you do the stuff you did to me last night to him..." He was right. I did enjoy it. A lot. I stayed silent. "You can do it again this morning" Danny said mischievously, putting my dick back in his expert mouth. My fuzzy, horny brain couldn't resist. I twisted my fingers in the twink's hair and began to thrust hard, making him throat my meaty cock. Danny was coughing and choking, struggling more than he had the night before. I didn't care - he'd made me cheat on Jacky so I was going to punish him. And enjoy myself. Looking down I saw the mess I was making. Danny's face was covered in drool and tears, his eyes red and watering. It made me so horny to feel that power over him, to be able to use a boy for my needs. Eventually I made him take my whole cock down his throat. His cheeks bulged and turned red as he struggled for air. It might've been too far even for him as he started slapping his hand on my thighs, signalling to be let up. I only did once I'd cum, pumping my spunk straight down this cute twink's throat. Once I had, I got up, dressed, and left him a mess in the bed. ... The days after that night were awful. I felt guilty constantly and made sure to message Jacky continually. He'd been so forgiving about me ignoring his messages, but I didn't confess what I'd done. I rationalised it in my head. I'd just made one mistake - there was no need to hurt Jacky over this - Danny led me astray. And yet, at night I couldn't help but find my mind drift back to that night. Not really to Danny himself, but how I'd felt choking and spitting on him. How good it had felt to yank on his hair and force my cock down his throat. Thinking about it got me hard every time and I couldn't resist stroking myself to the memory. But that didn't scratch the itch. As my guilt began to fade, the desire didn't. I'd walk past boys on campus and find myself unable to stop myself ogling them. I'd see twinky lads walking around in their workout gear and imagine what it would be like to have them bent over. Or I'd sit in lectures and daydream about grabbing the hand of a cute guy next to me to rub it on my crotch. I still loved Jacky and felt horrible for betraying him, but I couldn't deny I had a hunger inside for that rabid, vicious kind of sex. And with people other than him. ... It was just two weeks after I first betrayed Jacky that my resolve faltered and I did it again. This time there were no drugs or forceful twink to blame. Just an opportunity I felt compelled to take. After lectures I'd gone to the gym to lift like I did most days. I'd been pumping my chest and arms for an hour so looked completely jacked. Standing in front of changing room mirrors, I flexed and admired my bulging muscles. That was until I noticed I wasn't the only one looking. Behind me on the bench a slender but muscular ginger boy was watching me, eyes darting away as soon as I met his stare. I found myself flexing more, wanting more of his attention, putting a show on for him. He had pale, creamy skin with a cute smattering of freckles. When he stood up, I saw how short he was, barely above 5'6". The next thing I noticed was how hard my cock was. He wrapped a towel around his waste and scurried off quickly into the showers. Even in such an unflattering covering, I could see how thick his ass was. I wanted him. But I felt guilty about Jacky and was worried about what kind of guy I was. It had never even crossed my mind I might be something other than a loving boyfriend, some kind of player. And yet here I was in the locker room, my dick leaking through my gym shorts and pulling me to follow that cute boy into the showers. This would be the last time and Jacky would never have to know. Undressing as I walked in I saw only one cubicle was occupied. Hesitating briefly outside the door, I gulped and entered. The boy turned around immediately, completely shocked. "What are you doing?" he stammered. Up close I could see how cute he was. Little button nose, green eyes, and a lithe, twunky body. Leaning down for a kiss I saw any resistance or fear melt from him, he was as desperate for me as I was for him. Gently at first, I moved my lips against his, but gradually increased the intensity. As we began fully snogging I moved a hand up and placed it around his throat. I heard him mewl at the touch and new I could squeeze. His hand wrapped its self around my big cock and I pushed him to his knees. Then, I laid waste to his face, battering his throat like I wanted to break it. He loved every minute, groaning around my big dick. It was only a quick encounter. The anonymity and impulsivity having turned me on so much I couldn't hold on for long. I sprayed all over his face and watched my cum get washed off by the shower. Once I was finished, he beamed up at me, happy to have been used. "Who are you?" he asked. I simply turned and left as quickly as I could. Now I'd cum the guilt had returned and I felt shocked by what I'd done. Nonetheless, as I dressed I realised there was also a small bit of pride. Leaving the gym that day, my chest was puffed out and my face was twisted into a cocky smirk.