1. Spring Break


    Date: 9/19/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Tomjones88, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    time someone banged on our wall. Dirk; 1. Dennis; 0.” That explained the banging noise. Dirk took a long draw of his cigarette. “Doing it once before is cheating,” I said. “And you know it.” “I taught you the moan game, kid,” said Dirk. “Don’t tell me the rules. When I showed you, you’d gotten laid, what, once, two times?” I said nothing. “It hasn’t been too long since then,” Dirk said. “And I doubt you play it with your secret-frat buddies up at school.” “That lasted about six weeks,” I said through clenched teeth. “Whatever.” “We have to figure out who to go for tonight,” I said. Dirk stared at me. “The same chicks,” he said. “What? Dirk are you nuts?” “No, but I have a couple swinging from my dick. Those same women need more of our attention. And they want it. Don’t be such a misogynistic ass, Dennis.” He almost cracked up as he said this. Dirk tossed his cigarette on to the sidewalk near the sand. “Shit,” he said. “Smoking is bad for you.” I wasn’t in to Dirk’s plan. So that night, I ignored him. I got trashed at a bar further downtown in Miami and hit on several groups of girls. None of them were interested. I vaguely remember some big dude stepping between me and some other chick and yelling in my face. I swung at him. He socked me in the face. I remember me throwing a chair. We were restrained by bouncers and I was thrown to the pavement. I woke up in our hotel room the next morning with a white hospital bracelet on my wrist and a bandage on my cheek. I didn’t recall ...
    anything. Dirk was, once again, not there. I checked my phone and saw a ton of texts from Anjali. I only knew it was her because the first message said; “Hey this is Anjali.” I drank coffee and rehearsed a plan. I would go to her room and we’d have a quick pity fuck. I wasn’t sure how functional my cock would be after the previous night, but I’d manage. I would make sure that she sucked my cock for at least five minutes. I don’t leave these situations without lips having been around my cock. I’d tell her I didn’t think she was my type, get dressed and go. I made sure to remove the bandage before I left, because despite her insecurity, I didn’t think Anjali would want to fuck a mummy. I arrived at her room and rang the bell. Nothing happened. I rang it again. I thought she probably wasn’t there. But she opened the door and stood with her arms crossed, once again wearing a t-shirt and her underwear. In the background, buck-naked: Dirk. I couldn’t fucking believe it. “Hi Dennis,” she said, matter of a fact. “Hey…” I said. “What!?” There was a pause. “What,” she said, “is you’re a neglectful shit-brain. You promise me we’ll hang out again, and you don’t answer my texts. ‘It’s okay, Anjali, you’re such a special person. Your Mom just doesn’t realize it.’” She pointed a finger at me. “Bullshit. You just wanted to have sex with me. You’re a shithead male stereotype, do you know that? Well, guess what? Two can play at the game you’re playing. How old are you, anyway?” “Nineteen. What ...
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