The Freshman: Extra Credit
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Chapter 8: Floor Party
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8: Floor Party - When Jack heads off to college and his sweet, innocent charm begins pulling in his new roommate, the roommate’s dad, a janitor and his son, his dormmates, the football team, a fraternity, and eventually much of the campus, Jack discovers that his family’s very special brand of closeness travels with him — and only gets filthier.
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
Connor’s intense stare never wavered. Even when the other guys laughed and cracked jokes, his dark eyes stayed glued to Jack like the blond freshman was the only thing in the room. That hungry focus sent a little thrill through Jack. He turned those big blue puppy-dog eyes on Connor and smiled that soft, sweet, innocent smile.
“Hey, Connor,” Jack said gently, voice carrying just loud enough over the music. “Why don’t you come sit with us?”
Connor didn’t hesitate. He stood, thick cock still half-hard and poking out the leg of his shorts, and dropped onto the couch right beside Jack and Tyler. The big burly boy’s thigh pressed warm and solid against Jack’s smooth leg.
At first, it stayed subtle — just enough to make the air feel thicker.
While the rest of the floor kept drinking, shouting over the heavy bass, and laughing at dumb stories, Jack and Tyler turned their full attention to Connor like they had all the time in the world. Jack’s bare foot slid slowly up the big guy’s calf under the coffee table, toes brushing lightly against the coarse hair on his leg. Tyler’s hand rested casually on Connor’s thick knee, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles that gradually drifted higher up the inside of his thigh.
Connor’s breathing grew heavier. His massive frame shifted on the couch, trying to play it cool, but the flush creeping up his neck gave him away.
Jack leaned in close, pretending to whisper something about the party, and let his soft lips brush deliberately against the shell of Connor’s ear. “You okay, big guy?” he murmured, voice low and sweet. His breath was warm against Connor’s skin.
At the same time, Tyler’s fingers drifted higher, grazing the thick, hardening bulge now straining hard against the front of Connor’s shorts. He gave the fat head a slow, teasing squeeze through the fabric.
Connor let out a low, involuntary groan that got swallowed up by the loud laughter around them. His cock twitched hard under Tyler’s palm.
They got bolder.
Jack’s hand slipped under the hem of Connor’s shirt, his smooth palm gliding over the big man’s sweaty, hairy abs. He felt the muscles tense and twitch under his fingers as he slowly explored the warm, damp skin. Tyler kept his hand on Connor’s bulge, gently rubbing and squeezing the thick shaft through his shorts, feeling it throb and leak.
Connor’s chest rose and fell faster. His face was flushed, jaw tight, eyes darting around to make sure no one was watching too closely. But he didn’t pull away. If anything, he spread his legs a little wider under the table, silently inviting them to keep going.
One by one the other boys noticed.
Nate was first. The tall swimmer had been watching Jack since move-in day; he drifted over with his beer, sat on the arm of the couch, and let his fingers trail lightly down Jack’s back. Liam followed soon after, tattooed arms brushing Connor’s shoulder as he squeezed in beside him. Mason—blushing hard but unable to stay away—perched on the other side of Tyler and started rubbing Jack’s thigh. Jordan and Zach drifted over next, drawn to Connor’s big, powerful body. Parker and Riley hung back for a minute, eyes wide, before the pull became too strong.
Soon the three couches were packed. Jack and Connor became the twin centers of two growing clusters of lustful admirers. Jack’s side was all soft touches and eager flirting—hands petting his smooth skin, fingers tracing his buzzed blond hair, lips brushing his neck. The boys who had been smitten with him from the first hello were the most eager: Nate and Mason kept pressing close, whispering how hot he was, how they’d been thinking about him all day. Connor’s side was rougher, hungrier—big hands groping his thick chest and arms, guys who clearly loved the burly jock vibe leaning in to lick the sweat from his neck.
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