Blue Balled

Aaron was sleeping in his second story room, right next to the room of the frat president. But he wasn't an ordinary frat boy. He was clad in lingerie, in a style borrowed from his beauty queen mother. He was made up. He was soft, without clearly defined muscles, and heavier hips and ass than a boy should. He kept his hair long, and used fragrant shampoos.

And the price, for being an aimless super senior in college, was to be the repository for horny blue balled college men. At any hour, at all hours. Aaron didn't want pussy. He just wanted a place, no matter how demeaning it was.

The door opened and a sophomore entered the room. Nineteen years old, stocky and muscular, Brad Jennings was dating a sorority girl at school. But based on the large, jutting erection between his thighs, it was clear he had struck out tonight.

He climbed aboard Aaron, who kept his ass meticulously lubricated and cleaned for moments like this. He could feel Brad's breath, reeking of liquor, against his ear. His huge cock pressed between the cleft of Aaron's asscheeks, and Aaron barely had a chance to slip a lubricated hand between his thighs to prepare Brad's cock.

"Valerie not in the mood?" Aaron rasped out. Brad slapped his ass.

"That time of the month. Bitch," Brad said casually, blaming his girlfriend for something endemic to all females. Aaron didn't have that problem. He grunted and gasped and cooed as Brad's cock worked into him, fucking him, deeper and deeper and deeper until Brad's balls collided with Aaron's tiny sac.

Aaron didn't get to talk much. He was working on learning how to speak different, at a different pitch and tone, but that took more work. And the boys at this frat had so much for him to do, he thought, as he started to cum from Brad's cock working his prostate.