Chapter 13: The Whole Campus

Jack spent the next two days mostly in bed, naked and leaking, barely able to move.

His body was wrecked in the best possible way — his once-tight little pink starfish was now puffy, sore, and constantly drooling thick white cum. His throat felt raw, and his belly still felt strangely heavy and full from the football team’s seemingly endless loads. Every small shift made more sperm leak out of him and soak into the sheets.

Tyler was incredibly gentle and attentive the entire time. He brought Jack cold water and soft food, helping him sit up when he was too exhausted to do it himself. He wiped the dried cum from Jack’s skin with warm, damp cloths, his touch careful and loving, stroking his hair and murmuring soft words of comfort. He stayed right there beside him for long stretches, sometimes just lying next to Jack and gently rubbing his back or holding his hand. There was a quiet tenderness in the way Tyler looked after him — not just as a roommate doing a favor, but as someone who genuinely cared about the beautiful, overused boy in his bed.

Even when Jack was alone for a few minutes, he groaned softly to himself with a tired little smile.

“Note to self,” he whispered hoarsely, “maybe stretch first next time.”

Everyone knew exactly what had happened; the photos and videos had already exploded across campus group chats and secret forums. Some freshmen whispered that Jack was a hero who’d helped the team celebrate a huge win. Others called him a total slut. They were all correct.

Word spread fast through the dorm building. Boys on every floor knew exactly which room belonged to the blond kid who’d taken the entire football team. A few were annoyed—”Great, now everyone thinks our hall is the slut dorm”—but most were proud. Jack had done a great service for the winning team, helping two dozen massive seniors blow off steam after a hard-fought victory. Intrigue thickened in the hallways. Guys lingered outside Jack and Tyler’s door, stealing glances, wondering if the rumors were true.

By Thursday night Jack was himself again—sweet, soft, and innocent. Tyler resumed their nightly ritual, sliding into Jack’s still-tender hole and flooding him with thick ropes of cum before they both fell asleep tangled together. The sheets were now stiff as cardboard with layer after layer of dried sperm, starting to tear at the seams. The bed springs had given up completely; the mattress sagged in the middle and creaked pitifully with every movement. The boys didn’t care—they were spending their nights and mornings in bliss together, and that’s all that mattered.