I rode in style… If you call style the city bus. But I was there on time, and met by the smiley face of my, pretty much, best friend Aaron. He stood...at six foot six, towering over me, who was only 5’7. He was kind of lanky, but muscular too. I stood there for a moment, in utter silence. Something had snapped in my brain as he hugged me. I was wet. Nothing was different about him. He wore the same hat, the same baggy pants, that were at least four sizes too big, and held up with a seat belt he. They nod, and come towards me.I wet my lips, smile, and close my eyes.A hard cock slides into each waiting hand, two hands hold my shaft, and two mouths fasten on my neck…I am almost crushed as the two hard bodies grip me between them. One guy turns me towards him, kissing me and I feel his cock against mine as the other puts his arms around both of us, cock sliding between my buttocks. We writhe against each other, knowing we’re soon going to spasm into someone’s orifice, oral or anal.Turning. "The dorm parking lots had a little more hustle and bustle than usual for almost midnight. Students were coming home from the long weekend and few had a clue as what happened in one of the girls dorms. Even the ruckus with 3 police cars and 3 ambulances earlier drew only a few onlookers. The locals probably figured it was another "drunken frat party", of which there were actually few but student reputation dictated a different story.Joe and Selena slipped quietly into her room and locked up.. ' Hafsah quietly laughed and she continued to jerk Patrick's big black cock and she gave it a final kiss. Hafsah then crawled out from underneath the table and she said 'Your black cock is the perfect Eid gift. The biryani is almost ready I am going to go call Osman.' Patrick smiled and he responded by saying 'What do we need Osman for you still serve me?' Hafsah then said 'But Osman also pays for all of this' Hafsah then swayed her arm across the kitchen she pointed towards her pink shalwar.