The Freshman: Extra Credit
Copyright© 2026 by StankDaddyReeks
Chapter 3: Really Close Friends
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3: Really Close Friends - Sweet and innocent nineteen-year-old Jack arrives at college expecting the usual freshman experience. Instead, he becomes the willing center of a nonstop sexual free-for-all that starts with his roommate Tyler and quickly spirals out of control. Tyler’s dad wants in. So do Jack's dormmates. A professor. A janitor and his son. Soon it's the entire football team and a fraternity. And when Jack’s own father and older brother visit, even they get pulled into the mix.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Gay Fiction School Incest Son Father Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Fisting Oral Sex
Tyler stood frozen in the open doorway, backpack dangling from one limp hand. His mouth hung open, eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination as they drank in the filthy scene on Jack’s bed. The slim blond freshman was a complete wreck—thick ropes of cum painted his pretty face, streaked his narrow chest and flat belly, and leaked in heavy globs from his gaping, puffy hole. Michael’s thick cock was still buried deep inside him, Ryan’s heavy dick resting slick and spent across Jack’s cum-glazed lips. But what truly short-circuited Tyler’s brain was Jack’s own enormous cock—still rock-hard, throbbing angrily against his stomach, the fat purple head shiny with a steady drip of pre-cum. The boy hadn’t cum once.
“Wh—what the actual fuck...” Tyler choked out, voice cracking.
Jack gazed up at him, those big blue puppy-dog eyes soft and wondering even now, as he smiled that sweet, innocent little smile. “It’s okay, Tyler,” he said gently, voice breathy and demure like he was just explaining dorm rules. “Everything’s fine. This is just ... how my family says goodbye. We’re really, really close. We share everything. It’s normal for us.”
Michael let out a low, satisfied chuckle and slowly pulled his spent cock free from Jack’s wrecked hole with an obscene slick wet sound. A thick white glob followed it, sliding down Jack’s smooth ass. Ryan slapped his dick on Jack’s cheek several times, draining out the last remaining pearly white drops of cum onto his brother’s face before stepping back.
Jack sat up on the ruined mattress, cum dripping from his chin onto his chest, but his massive cock never softened. He looked up at Tyler with pure, guileless hope. “You don’t have to be scared. I really like you already. Do you ... want to be really close friends too? As roommates?”
Michael and Ryan exchanged a knowing smirk and sat on the edge of Jack’s soaked bed, naked and sticky, like they were settling in for the best show of the day. They didn’t leave. They watched.
Tyler’s face burned crimson. His basketball shorts were tented obscenely. “My dad—Mark—he could walk back in any second. This is insane, I can’t—”
But Jack was already sliding gracefully off his own cum-drenched bed and onto Tyler’s still-pristine one. He patted the clean mattress beside him, big blue eyes never leaving Tyler’s face. “Come here. Please? It feels really good to be close like this. I promise.”
It took forever. Jack coaxed him with that soft, wondrous voice and those impossible puppy-dog eyes—gentle touches, sweet reassurances, patient smiles. Tyler kept glancing at the door, whispering panicked protests about his dad returning from the parent activity. Michael and Ryan just lounged back, arms crossed over their sweaty chests, offering running commentary like proud coaches at a game.
“That’s it, Tyler. Don’t fight it. Look at those eyes—he’s got you,” Ryan grinned.
Michael nodded approvingly. “Kid’s a natural. Just let him show you how Thompson men bond.”
Tyler’s resistance crumbled inch by inch. Eventually he let Jack pull him down onto the clean bed. Jack started slowly—kissing him first, soft and sweet, tongue sliding patiently into Tyler’s mouth until the athletic boy moaned despite himself. Jack took Tyler’s trembling hands and guided them all over his cum-slick body: across his smooth chest, down his flat stomach, wrapping shaky fingers around that enormous throbbing cock.
“Feel how hard I am for you,” Jack whispered against his lips, voice so innocent it made Tyler’s head spin. “It’s okay. Touch me anywhere.”
Michael and Ryan cheered quietly from the sidelines. “Good boy, Tyler. Squeeze it. He loves that.”
Jack was endlessly patient.
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