College hunk knocks on my backdoor

PATTY LEVINE
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 To be perfectly honest, I was nervous. It’s not like I hadn’t brought guys over
before, but this time I was perfectly sober, which did make things a bit weirder. Also,
this time it was Ollie.
I did my best to keep my cool, though. The calc midterm was coming up, and it
certainly wouldn’t be easy, so we really needed to just focus on our studies.
“Ok, this is killing me. That’s it. I’m dead,” he said, hopelessly burying his face in the
syllabus.
“Wow, drama much? I’m sure you’ll survive, Ollie.”
“For real, though, I think I need a break from this shit. I don’t know, do some
stretches, take a few deep breaths. Reflect on how much better life was before
derivatives,” he said as he grabbed the syllabus and hurled it across the room.
“Hey! You know I have neighbors down there, right? It’s fucking 11 PM on a
tuesday, you can’t just go around throwing stuff.”
“My bad, my bad,” Ollie said, grinning, as he stood up and started stretching. “Have
I told you how uncomfortable these chairs are?”
“Like three times already.”
“Well aren’t you going to do something about that?” He said, with a tone of faux
disappointment.
“Hm, yeah, maybe I should buy some new ones. You know, since the great Oliver
Collins doesn’t like them.” I glared back, trying my best to suppress my own grin.
“We could study on your bed. It would definitely be more comfortable.”
“Stop it!” I was blushing. “We need to focus,” I said, waving my own syllabus.
“Just a suggestion Kimmy. But you do you.”
His words were sly. He knew how much I wanted it, hell, I knew it just as much as
he did. I have no way of proving it, but damn do I bet he knew what it did to me
whenever he called me “Kimmy”. Yet here I was.
Really, it wasn’t just about the calc exam. I mean, that’s a big part of it, sure, but
like, not really all that much. Ollie and I had been hanging out for a while and we hadn’t
really done anything so far. I mean, almost anything.
We first met right outside of the swimming pool. As I have already gotten used to,
my best friend, Nat, had dragged me out somewhere to do something related to her
latest fling. I can barely remember this guy’s name, but he was a varsity swimmer.
There was Nat to show him some support, and there was me showing Nat some
support. Why do I always get into shit like this?
Anyways.
I must admit, I didn’t really pay a lot of attention to what was going on. I didn’t know
who was who, and I don’t usually watch swimming, so I guess it wasn’t the most
interesting thing ever. That is, until I saw him.
The event had already ended, and Nat went to see her fling. When we got there, he
was talking to another swimmer. Around 6’5, and in a swimming “attire” that didn’t
leave much to imagination, his dark skin glistened wet, broad shoulders framing his
exposed chest, sporting toned muscles and a flat, rock-solid abdomen that descended
into a strong v-cut and black swimming briefs that were hardly able to hide his…
“Careful, Nat, I think she’s in love.”
I guess I was staring.
“Mike, why are you like this?” Oh, that was the guy’s name. Anyways back to the
handsome man I had just met. “Nice to meet you. I’m Ollie.”
His green eyes looked right into mine, complementing his warm smile. I felt like he
could see into my soul.
“I’m Kim,” I said, trying not to stutter.
“Not much of a swimming fan, are you Kim?” He asked.
“How’d you know?”
“I don’t know, never seen you here before.”
“Maybe you just don’t remember it.”
 “Oh I’d remember you,” he replied, grinning. I felt myself blush.
“Hey Ollie,” Mike chimed in, “not to disrupt you and your new girlfriend there, but if
we don’t hit the shower now we might miss dinner with the guys.”
Ollie scowled at Mike before turning back to me.
“It was really nice meeting you, Kim. If you wouldn’t mind it, I could give you my
number so we can talk more later.”
I wrote it down, and stood there slightly astonished until a while into the guys having
left.
“Damn Kim, are you ok?” Nat asked me, grinning. I didn’t bother answering. All I
had in mind was Ollie.

We did text for a bit, until we next met in a house party a couple of weeks later.
Turns out the party ended up with me gagging on his dick inside the bathroom. He
tasted good. Didn’t really lead anywhere, though. Nat had gotten blackout drunk, so I
had to take her back to her dorm. We didn’t even have time for him to finish, and it
didn’t go further than that.
We did meet up a few times since, and texted a lot, but we never went further than
that. Or even repeated that. Or even talked about that, really. Now here we were, alone
in my dorm and trying to study.

“Ugh Ollie, you sure do know how to be infuriating,” I said as I paced around the
dorm room. “Now come on, ‘break’ is over, let’s get…” I felt something under my foot
as I lost balance. That fucking math syllabus.
I made my way face first onto the ground. Great, I just might get my nose broken.
Then Ollie was there.
For a moment he just held me. I could feel his warmth pulsing through me. His
passion, built up like electricity.
“You smell really good today, Kimmy,” he whispered into my ear. That just about
broke me. Silly as I am, I kissed him.
His grip on me grew tighter as we made out; I could taste his hunger in my mouth,
the occasional bite on my lips already enough to get me wet, and I could feel the power
of his own arousal as it pushed against my thigh, straining against his pants. I guess
that was it for study night.
In the blink of an eye, Ollie tackled me onto the bed. Now there was no going back,
we were doing this. His hands ran across my body, delicate but malicious, his soft hand
carrying shivers along. Of course its movement ended right on my pussy. Of course I
broke a moan.
“See. I told you it would be more comfortable!”
The gall. But yeah, I guess this was more comfortable than studying.
In a quick motion, as Ollie’s hands wandered on my body, I pulled off my shirt. He
smiled, staring at my bra, and motioned like a hungry animal striking at its prey.
He kissed my chest gently, yet still hungry, slowly approaching the covered part of
my tits. As he did, his hands were moving, working their way through my back in a
smooth caress that led right at the clasp of my bra.
“Damn,” he whispered, as my bra came off. I couldn’t suppress my smile.
Ollie didn’t waste time staring, however. In a soft motion, he pinched my nipple
between his fingers. I squealed. Ollie was good with his hands. He kept slowly working
on it as his head lowered, mouth straight onto the other one. He flicked it with his
tongue and closed his lips around it, suckling on my nipple in a quick rhythm that
contrasted with the gentle sway of his fingers.
I could feel the waves of pleasure that shot from my chest slowly building through
my body, his alternating pace taking me into a realm of sensation. It felt so good, and
yet… We really should be studying, shouldn’t we? I felt his touch on my pussy. A slow
flick, as his mouth still went at my right nipple. A really hard exam was coming up really
soon, was it really a good idea to be fucking in one of the few study moments we had?
His touch was getting more eager. My pants wouldn’t be on for much longer, would
they? But the calc mid… Then he pulled me up.
Ollie raised my legs along his quick ascent, resting them right above his shoulders.
Placing his head right against me. He started to cover my navel in soft kisses as his
right hand worked on my jeans. There was no going back now, it was happening. Fuck,
I wanted this to happen.
My jeans were out. All that stood between the two of us were my soaked panties.
Ollie grinned lupinely at me, and threw himself face first onto my wetness, I felt him
pressing against me through my panties, I felt him relishing in my warmth, and finally
he pulled it off. I was now fully naked, and Ollie was right there with me. He started
working. I could feel his tongue exploring my opening, gracefully sliding inside me,
playfully rubbing my clit. As the waves of pleasure shot through my body, I could not
help but moan. I felt his lips curling into a smile. Ollie raised his head away from my
pussy, a part of me feeling like begging him not to stop, his face soaked, a trail of my
wetness running from his chin. He held onto his enormous grin.
“I see you are enjoying yourself, Kimmy.”
I tried to control myself, but my eyes betrayed me. They begged, and he got the
message. In the blink of an eye, Ollie was back to it, and this time he had brought his
fingers along for the ride. He plunged into my opening as his tongue kept its passionate
work, running vigorously along the extent of my pussy. It was then that I felt it, a slight
slip of the tongue, a trip to an unexpected place. As Ollie’s tongue met with my
asshole, I could feel my body nearly quiver, as that small spot I had never really
considered erupted in pleasure. Ollie noticed.
“Oh. You liked it, didn’t you?”
I did not respond.
“You slut! Well that is not an opportunity I’m gonna miss.”
He jumped back in, his hand now slowly caressing my pussy, his tongue now
working further down. He lapped at my hole, tongue aggressively rubbing it over,
making crude attempts at going inside, making it pulsate with pleasure. I threw my
hands at his head, grabbing hard onto his hair.
“Don’t stop,” I muttered. He responded by going harder.
I could feel his hunger on his touch, his tongue strongly pushing against my asshole
as his fingers were firm on my clit, Ollie devoured me. His mouth was primal, the
aggressive touch of a predator who finally catches his prey, and it was bringing me
over the edge. All the sensation that built up from Ollie’s touch started to coalesce,
thundering through my body, emanating from that single point. I was cumming. I was,
in fact, cumming harder than I’d ever had before, and all of that as he ate my ass. And
all of that with Ollie.
I melted onto the bed, the orgasm subsiding, as Ollie came up, slowly snuggling up
to me.
“How could I ever imagine you were an anal slut? You gotta tell me this stuff,
Kimmy.”
“I didn’t really know about it either.” As I looked at him, I noticed Ollie’s boner
sticking through his pants. I couldn’t hold my smile. “Now, why don’t you let me take
care of this?”
Without much ceremony, I started undoing his pants.
His cock leaped at my hand, a beast in length and girth, a slight drop of precum
leaking from the tip. I gently grabbed it in my hand and started stroking.
I let my hand pick up the precum and slowly moved it up and down over his length.
Ollie let out a low, relaxed grunt.
"You know," he said, "that right there is grounds for some exploring. Who knows
what other fun stuff we could do to that ass of yours."
My eyes involuntarily leaped to the thing I held in my hand. It was big. Really big. At
that point, I could feel my pussy tingling with the thought of having that inside my
asshole. Maybe…
 "Kimmy? Oh wow, you seem focused," he laughed. "Wait, you're not…? You
absolute slut! You were thinking about getting fucked in the ass, weren't you?"
At this point I blushed.
Ollie sat up, looking me in the eyes. I did not stop stroking.
"Kim. Do you want me to fuck your ass? Do you want it right now?"
"Yes," I whispered.
In a moment, he was up and across the room. Ollie made his way to his backpack,
grabbing something from it. What was…
“You have a bottle of lube in your backpack?” I asked, a fair bit of indignation in my
voice. He shot me a smile.
“Who knows when you might need some,” he replied.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Now, now, Kimmy, this is not the asshole we should be thinking about right now,”
he said, smugly. I could feel myself blush. We were really doing this.
Ollie laid his hands on my backside, gently getting me to flip over, bottom up. His
hands were warm and careful, slowly rubbing my cheeks, caressing them. His touch
felt like heaven, unexpectedly gentle for a man of his size. I liked it. He started to
spread them.
In the same careful pace, Ollie’s hands started making their way through my butt. It
did not take long for me to feel the cold touch of the lube he squirted on my hole. I
whimpered a bit.
“Hey, hey. It’s ok, baby. We are going slow. I’m gonna bring a finger over, ok?”
As I nodded, I could feel his warm finger rubbing it slowly, spreading the lube all
over my hole. I let out another moan, to which he said, “Are you liking this, Kimmy?
Does it feel good?”
I nodded again. All my life I had been curious about what it would feel like to be
fucked down there, but I never really had the courage to try it. Now, Oliver Collins,
captain of the swimming team, had his hands all over me as he prepared me for what
was coming. And surely it was, for at that point I felt his finger moving more assertively,
pushing against the muscles that held my hole tight. As he did, Ollie came closer to
me, his body warm against mine, his hand softly on my face. He looked me in the eyes.
“I’m going in, ok? Just relax,” he said, and as he said it, his finger completed its
movement, for the first time crossing my barrier. As it slowly moved in, Ollie held me
closer to his chest. I could see the fire in his eyes as they met mine, and he pulled me
for a kiss, as his finger completed its course in a strong motion.
Our mouths met with his finger inside of me, and as our tongues danced it too
twisted, moving slow and steady as if to come off me, only to come back up in a
forceful push. I moaned into his mouth, and he just held me tighter, passionate.
“It feels good to have it up your ass, doesn’t it Kimmy?” He whispered into my ear
as his finger continued its up-down motion, now picking up a bit more speed. “But that
isn’t really enough, now is it?” As his lips drew a pattern of soft kisses through my neck,
I managed to shake my head in response. “Oh, so you want more?” His finger now
thundered back and forth inside my asshole, in stark contrast to his gentle kisses as
Ollie held me tight to him.
“Please,” I whimpered. He let go.
In an instant, I was off his grip, laying back down on my bed. I barely got to look
back at him, as I felt the burning touch of his hand as it slapped me in the ass. The
sound echoed through the room. He stood tall behind me, toned chest as if forming a
brick wall behind me. In a strong motion he held me down, causing me to let out
another moan. One second later, I felt him.
Sharp, delicious pain erupted into me as he once more entered my hole, two fingers
now but with none of the calm touch of before. Now Ollie was pure hunger. His fingers
dashed back and forth inside of my asshole, rocking my entire body with his raw
strength. His other hand held tight onto my back, pushing me down, keeping me in
place, keeping me under his power as his fingers accelerated, back and forth, back and
forth, back and forth, and suddenly they were out.
I once again made as if to turn back, but then I felt it once more. Ollie had not
stopped. As his fingers continued their raw crescendo of passion, his arc of motion
grew, now coming out of my asshole right before getting back in. I could feel the ache
of reentry repeatedly meeting the tender muscle of my hole, raw burning pleasure, out
and then in again. In pure bliss, I yelled.
In a quick motion, Ollie’s free hand jumped to my mouth, pulling me back a bit into
an awkward angle. “You slut!” He scolded playfully. His fingers did not stop. “You don’t
want your neighbors to hear, do you? What if they found out you’re the kind of whore
that is getting gaped in the middle of the night?” I couldn’t do more than nod.
“Do you promise you will be quiet, Kimmy?” He said, softly. Once again, I nodded.
“Good girl.” He let go.
As I fell back onto the bed, his fingers entered me faster than before. Was he doing
it on purpose, just to get me moaning? If he was, he just might end up succeeding. His
other hand lay firm on the small of my back, holding me down tight, ass up to receive
the brutal passion that his fingers brought. I felt him stretching me more and more, I felt
my asshole increasing its time open before Ollie got back in, keeping my hole from
closing up.
At each time he shoved his fingers back inside, I felt my whole body get thrust
forward, shaking with the delicious blend of pleasure and pain that accompanied his
touch. He opened me up, but then filled me back in over and over. I bit into my pillow,
trying to keep myself from letting another moan slip. I did not know if I would last much
longer like this.
As my hole got left gaping once more, I felt a cold squirt hitting it as he lubed me up
further. I shivered from the change in sensation as it clenched back. As it closed…
nothing. He let it clench. That was odd, what… He caught me off guard.
I jumped forward when he stretched me again. My pillow was left forgotten, my
voice was left unchecked. I moaned. Loud. I could almost picture Ollie’s shit-eating grin
as my voice echoed through the apartment. He just stood still for a moment, fingers
lying quietly inside my asshole, when I felt the crack of his left hand on my asscheek. I
yelped again.
“You are such a whore. You can’t even help it, can you?” He slapped me on the
other side, backhanded. “You cannot keep quiet even for a second,” his hand came
back down, ache growing on my ass. “Even when you are being punished as a slut like
you deserves,” another backhanded one, “you do not help yourself.”
My cheeks burned from his touch. I dug my teeth into my lower lip as he spanked it.
I was under his control. I was his, no beating around the bush. He had taken me for
himself and there I would remain. I was his.
It was all of a sudden that he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. Gently, he pulled
me up to my knees, comfortably holding me against his chest, gently caressing my
hair.
“You know I want you to feel good, don’t you?” He said, as he kissed me on the
neck. I nodded gently. He certainly was succeeding at that. “Yes, you are a good girl at
heart, despite your misbehaving,” he kissed me again.
His hand gently traveled through my body in a sweet caress. He playfully squeezed
my boobs, he ran his fingers along my curves. “And you know, good girls get what they
ask for, Kimmy.” I felt his hand moving behind me. He was lathering himself in lube.
“Go on, baby. Ask it.”
“Fuck me, Ollie. Please.”
In response to my near-begging, he did as I asked.

I felt Ollie’s large dick meeting my entrance. His head felt much larger than his two
fingers. Would it fit? As he started pushing it in, I felt myself involuntarily clenching my
muscles. As I did, I felt Ollie’s grip tighten on my neck. “You gotta relax Kimmy. Come
on, imagine how good it will feel when I’m inside. Relax,” he said softly, with an
aggressive undertone. Fuck, he was hot.
I let go.
At once, he was inside me, his massive cock piercing through my hole, slowly
carving its path far, far deeper than anything had ever gone inside me. Filling. Me. Up. I
swallowed the moan that was stuck in my throat. I had never felt like this before. Being
filled up by 7 inches of…
Ollie started moving.
Of course he did. It would have been naive to assume he’d just leave it there. He
slowly moved it down, gradually removing his length from inside my asshole until only
his head remained. He held there for a moment, hand still grasping my neck, mouth still
dangerously close to my ear… “Hmm,” he said, “I knew you’d enjoy it.”
Ollie moved his free hand to one of my tits and grabbed heartily. At this moment, he
thrust. Just as much as the start had been slow, now he was fast, erupting into
thrusting deep inside my asshole, filling me back up in the same second he nearly left. I
could have screamed again. I sank my teeth into my lower lip, trying to keep myself
from unleashing the shouts of pleasure that were begging to get out. And Ollie just kept
on going.
At this point I was just melting into him. He held me tight into his arms, right hand
pinching my sensitive nipple, as he would fuck my ass without mercy. I could feel the
pleasure building up from deep inside me as his cock pounded me senseless,
completely unaware of my surroundings. And then he just stopped.
Slowly, Ollie pulled out of my ass. He did not let go of me, however, quite on the
contrary. Pulling me closer and without a word, he lifted me into the air. I yelped,
surprised, but he brought his hand back onto my mouth. “Come on, Kimmy,” he
whispered, “don’t make me have to punish you again.”
With that, he pressed me against my bedroom wall, still holding on tight. Before I
could say anything, he covered my lips with his, once again meeting my mouth with a
passionate kiss. As he did, I felt the tip of his cock again.
Tongues drifting across each other, he was back to pounding me, and Ollie did not
seem to know how to pull punches. He was full force hammering me onto the wall (I
guess that noise didn’t concern him…) with his cock, pushing further and further inside.
Once again, there was nothing beyond me and him.
While still supporting me with his arm, Ollie’s hand drifted towards my pussy. I could
feel the nimble touch of his fingers on my clit, squeezing, pulling, rubbing. He was
damn good at it. I held tighter onto him as the warmth of pleasure raged through me.
Fuck, he was getting me close. I heard a small, muffled grunt coming from him. He
seemed to be close too, and he kept on going harder.
He pinched hard onto my clit, causing me to dig my nails onto his back. I could feel
the entirety of my body pulsating in synchronicity with Ollie’s thrusting, strong, steady
and as fast as he dared. I knew he was as lost in sensation as I was, his entire world a
twisting visage of pleasure, our bodies hopelessly intertwined in a blissful mess. It was
at this point that it all became too much.
The synchronized movement of his cleverly articulated fingers with the brutal
savagery of his pounding into my asshole just intermingled in a single scream of
warmth that thundered through me, waves of pleasure that ravaged my senses and
tore my mind off any conceivable thought beyond my orgasm. I’m guessing it was
pretty hard to miss, because at this point Ollie was the one getting over the edge.
He let out a small grunt before, in one strong movement, he had hurled me ass up
onto the bed. It was one second later that I started feeling the warm ropes of cum that
shot all over my back. Hopefully he didn’t get any on my hair, otherwise he’d be the
one getting “punished” soon enough. Exhausted, he collapsed next to me. He was
smiling like an idiot.
“So,” he said, panting, “how was your first anal experience, Kimmy?”
I couldn’t help but smile back.
 “I loved it, Ollie,” I said, also quite a bit tired. I then added: “Looking forward to the
next one already.”
“Wow, Kimmy,” he chuckled, “I didn’t know you were so forward like this.”
“Hold on there, big boy, I never said anything about it being with you.”
“You think I’m big?”
“Shut up, Ollie,” I replied with a playful punch to his arm.
We just laid there for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. It sure had been
intense, hell my ass was hurting like fuck, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Ollie was a good guy to have inside you. A couple more of these and I just might end
up falling in love.
“Ok, I’m gonna go take a shower and when I get back you better have your pants
on and a book in your hands, because we have a lot to catch up on,” I said as I stood
up.
He looked back in a face of mock disappointment.
“I could go with you…”
“Oh, fuck off, Ollie. I will not waste away this night fucking when the calc midterm is
this close.”
He tried a begging expression.
“No!” I said.
He kept it up.
“Alright, alright you get to join. But you keep your hands to yourself!”
Needless to say, we did not study that night.