Running Wild

 

“Woohoo!” There went my old roommate Tristan. Gesturing to me like he didn't just wreck my ass the night before. He was on one of his morning runs. A staple of the body he now possessed. He hadn’t always been such a hunk, but for people other than me it was hard to remember Tristan from before.
 
When we first met each other back in September as freshman roommates. He was a good looking twunk, with a sleeper’s build once he pulled the baggy shit he liked to dress up in off. A track and field runner with a bit more than average bulk. Too innocent to be paired up with me though. Because Tristan had a secret. He had a big fucking cock. It was not well matched with his tiny boxer briefs, not that I ever voiced that opinion, cause the view was too good. My thoughts ran wild though. I wanted him. In my bed. In his. Fucking him. Him fucking me. Something so tempting about that good boy behavior matched with a bulldozer’s cock. I wanted to devour him completely. Or maybe I wanted to ruin him completely.
 
Does it matter? I was a slut no matter how many ways you cut it. Part of me had been worried about the prowl I’d have to go on for cock at college, but nothing was better than a home meal. Why go out when I could have it on demand? The only issue was guys like Tristian needed a helping hand. All that dick and absolutely zero idea how to use it.
 
Now as for me, Winnley Finnegan, my skills derived from the lacrosse field. Handling stocks and balls was a specialty of mine. I started the whole thing off fairly simple, wearing just my boxers in the dorm, encouraging Tristan to do the same. He was more than happy to be a team player. A big dopey grin on his face whenever that cock would come out as a bulge, begging me to drop to my knees and suck, but I was patient. 
 
Our beds were parallel to each other on either side of the room. Sometimes I’d read a book, or listen to music, back to a wall, legs sprawled out, and let my cock do the showboating, growing hard as Tristan had a direct look right up my shorts. He started with glimpses that turned into glances then full-on stares.
 
Then one day as expected, while I was jamming to music, he crawled onto my bed. His mouth was drooling. I had worn my loosest boxers as my cock throbbed in tandem with the rhythm. He swallowed up my cock head and sucked, until I unloaded my balls down his throat. It felt good to watch such a clean mouth do something naughty. He pulled off my cock, apologizing; except he hadn’t wasted a single drop. Also, I wasn’t complaining.
 
There is something I should admit…my nut had a bit of an effect on people. More energetic, hornier. Yeah, no shit, duh. But uh, my cum was very transformative to say the least. It was fine here and there sporadically, but constant feedings? Tristan never had a chance. 
 
My biggest mistake was popping that twunk’s cherry. Didn’t even think twice. When my cock nuzzled its way into his ass, Tristan let out a guttural moan. Then, I was jack hammering away on his ass. I had to cover his loud ass mouth with my hand. 
 
There was a tantalizing factor to watching a large cock, bop around, growing harder, the more thrusts I gave. My lips found his, the moans dying out. Maybe I should have used a condom, but I couldn’t pass up on an opportunity to breed that ass. 
 
“Oh, shit... I’m about to cum,” I growled in his ear holding him close. My cock exploded, sending my kids deep, DEEP, inside him with no room for escape. Fuck me, I guess. My body collapsed on top of him as we laid there for a while. I kissed the side of his face and sat up, cock still lodged inside of him. We were sweaty messes. Slapping my hands on his knees, I looked at the beauty of him. 
 
His cock was throbbing, but he hadn’t cum yet. But I heard his stomach churning with my cum, flowing into his system. Tristan winced, then his muscles exploded a bit larger than I was used to. Then again, I didn’t make a habit out of depositing cum up tight asses. His pecs popped, ass bubbled, and he even grew a few inches. Stubble worked onto his face.
 
Did he notice? Not sure. They usually didn't. But he pushed me back, put my legs up, and was inside me before I knew it. He slipped into the slot of taking the lead, easily working his hips to get a nut out. His skills were a moot point because his cock was already flooding my insides.
 
“OH FUCK!” He shouted and the whole dorm heard him.
 
Repeated weeks of me stuffing his ass, refined all his features into something more rigid, body widening, tattoo's forming. He’d go out on jogs, my cum up his ass, and come back broader and taller than when he left.  Weeks turned into months, months into a semester. By the time spring semester was ending he was a whole new person. He had stopped going to classes. No one knew where his large ass belonged anyway. He was just a man who lived in the freshman dorms plowing my brains out.
 
If I ever went out in the city, some days I’d find him jogging along keeping those muscles in shape.

Never knew my desires would have such an effect on people. This was more than my cum affecting his appearance or tweaking his personality. Tristan was a whole new person. Enough servings of my cum and reality had warped. His life blended into the city, no longer coming back to the dorms to rest. Sucked for me to realize my dick on command was gone. I still had his number, but that wasn't the same as pushing his big body down on a twin bed and riding his dick. 
 
The rumors started around that time, about the man-whore plowing men out across the town. Many college students, married men, construction workers, and CEOs walked around with a limp. All their asses were tagged and claimed by my unfortunate creation. I was a bit jealous, going to classes while knowing the guy I helped make was out there giving his dick away to other people. 
 
Should I have felt somewhat responsible for unleashing what was essentially my desires in a guy onto an unsuspecting public? Maybe, but I didn’t. If anything, he was sort of my gift to the world, though also a caution for me to never request roommates. I’d hit him up on my phone and only sometimes he’d come, often sending me photos of him tapping someone’s ass in a back alley as a sign he was busy. 
 
I wasn’t even regulated to the second string. I was hitting third or fourth, the longer he got around. People would see him through town and if their eyes connected just the right way, he’d jog off somewhere with them adding a name to his fuck list. The campus noticed. The town noticed. The place was just one big sand box for him to stick his dick into. My only saving grace was he was built by my desires which meant he’d deliver some dick on rare occasions.
 
When the local news got wind of him, that was hilarious. The male anchor was sweating up a storm, shifting in his seat. I already knew by that point as he ran his mouth; he’d been thoroughly bred by my stud. The more he talked, the more his asshole quivered, I bet.
 
Snapping a picture on my phone, I sent a photo to Tristan. Letting them know word about him was becoming a local legend. All I got back in return was a message saying:
 
I’m trying to get some head, you down?
 
And well, yeah, I was horny enough for it. Of course, a guy like him gets his cock in a warm hole then wants more than what he asked for. That led to my ass getting demolished as he pounded me into my sheets. Drool leaking out my mouth. Me, on cloud nine. All the other dudes in the dorm, jealous, no doubt listening in, stroking their dicks. 
 
After making my lower half unusable, he got up from the bed to ‘use the bathroom’ walking naked into the hall. The next thing I heard were moans coming from beyond my door. I was too weak to move but, it didn't take a genius to know Tristan was getting acquainted with his old dorm mates.
 
So, to everyone you’re welcome, and if you ever see Tristan running about why not get his attention?