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After Class Tutoring, Part 5
I lay back on my bed for a second, recalling what had happened the night before. Rob had actually sucked on my cock! And he made me jack off for him. (And he told me that's what the professor liked!) I knew the professor liked other things, too, based on my own experience, and was wondering if Rob had simply had me do what Rob liked! ;-) Anyway, I had to pee, and I recalled that not many others were on the hall, so I just walked down to the bathroom naked, dried cum crusting on my stomach. When I opened the door, I heard the shower running and stuck my head around the corner to see who it was. It was Philip!
"Dude, I am SO sorry for bothering you last night!" I said to him. "I was hoping to score another joint from you. I didn't mean to interrupt anything!" Philip chuckled as he shut off the water and began to dry off. "No problem, bud," he said. "I was just taking advantage of the weed!" We both laughed knowingly as he said that. "And it looks like you took advantage of it, too!" Philip said, nodding at my stomach. Clear evidence of dried cum was on my stomach, mapping out where it had shot last night. "Yeah, it sure lives up to its name!" "Well, finish up here and come down to my room in a couple of minutes and tell me about it," Philip said. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out. I finished my pee, used a wet paper towel to wipe off most of the crust, and walked back to my room to put on some clothes. Didn't want to be seen walking out of Philip's room starkers....might make people ask questions!
I slipped on a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt so I wouldn't be naked, and walked back down to Philip's room. He opened the door with a smile. "Let's smoke some breakfast," he said with a conspiratorial grin. He fixed the towel under the door, and pulled out a pipe, loading it with some of his special blend. We each took a toke, exhaling out the window by the fan. "Hope you had as good a time as I did last night," Philip said. "Maybe," I said back. "Tell me what I interrupted!" Philip loaded another bowl and took a long hit. Then he loaded it again and handed it to me before starting his story.
"Well, as you know, I had two friends over last night. I knew one of them before I came to school. The other one I met through him. It's the weekend, so we were all in the mood to get high. We smoked a joint and then started enjoying the high as I played some music. I rolled another J and we were getting ready to smoke it when you stopped by. When you left, I fired it up. By the time we were done with it, we were all toasted. We kind of kicked back for a few, listening to music. Then my friend said he had to go. You want a toke for the road,' I asked him. He said no. The guy who I met through him said he would like some more, so he stayed and my friend left. We fired up again. It took us at least 30 minutes to get through that J. We'd take a toke, then put it down, then take another, then put it down. We were both pretty woozy and loving it. They guy asked me what kind of weed it was. I told him I called it jerk off weed' because it always made me want to jerk off. He kind of chuckled and said does it really?' I said, doesn't it make you feel that way?' He said, I hadn't really thought about it, but I guess you are right. It's making me horny.' I told him that it always made me horny! "What do you do about it when that happens?' he asked me. So I started rubbing my crotch. This always is the result!' I said to him. Looks like you have some experience with this weed!' he said with a smile. I do, indeed," I told him back. You should join me.' I kept rubbing my crotch as I told him that. He just watched me for about 30 seconds then started rubbing himself the same way. So we both sat there in chairs facing each other, watching as we each rubbed ourselves through our pants. I'm ready for the next phase,' I said to him. Sounds like a plan,' he replied to me. So I moved over to the bed and sat on the edge. I invited him to join me. He did. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down, and my underwear was tented up from my weed bone. He followed suit. I slipped my underwear down and he was right behind me. Then I started beating my meat. I looked over as he stroked himself. Yeahhh,' I said. I always enjoy masturbating with this weed.' It does feel good!' he replied. We kept on stroking. We probably were beating our meat slowly for about five minutes when he said to me I'm not going to be able to hold out much longer. Do you have a paper towel or something I can use to clean up with?' I reached behind me where I kept my cum towel in between the mattress and the wall and pulled it out. He kept stroking, and I started stroking a little faster to catch up with him. Soon he started to let out little gasps and his body started to tense up. I knew he was close. I was riding the edge, too. Oh, man, I'm gonna shoot my load,' he said with a gulp. As I looked over, a massive rope of cum shot out of his cock and onto his stomach. He thrashed about while another couple of spurts shot out. I erupted at the same time with a loud moan. I actually shot up onto my neck, then covered my stomach with a wet, sticky mess. We both just lay there for a minute or so, then I handed him my cum rag and he wiped himself off. I took it from him and did the same. Wasn't that just about the best cum you have ever had while high?' I asked him. It certainly was awesome,' he said. Well, if you ever want to do it again, just let me know.' I said to him. Deal,' he replied. We kind of put ourselves back together, and then he left. I fell asleep soon afterwards. What do you think of that?"
I leaned back in my chair and showed Philip my own bulge from listening to the story. "Yeah, dude," he said. "You get it." We both smiled. "If I didn't have to get going I'd suggest that we both beat it right now, but I need to get something to eat then get some errands run today. Stop by some other time if you are in the mood." We both grinned at each other. I got up to leave. "Wait," Philip said. "You didn't tell me what happened to you last night." "Why don't we save that for our next joint?" "I like a man with a plan," Philip said. "Check with you later." I left and walked back to my room. My cock was still half-hard from the story Philip told about his experience last night. Wait until I told him about Rob! I sat on the edge of my bed and then debated jacking off. Then I thought, "maybe I should see if the professor is in today. A BJ would feel a lot better than beating my own meat!" So I decided to take a bike ride.
It was the middle of the day on Sunday, a beautiful day. Hardly anyone was out. This must have been a weekend where everyone went home! As I rode across the campus towards the professor's office, I felt as if I was all alone. I also felt the feeling in my crotch that comes from being horny! Not atypical, but thinking about Rob making me beat off for him last night, hearing Philip's story while under the influence of his `jerk off weed,' and now contemplating the possibility of a BJ from the talented professor's mouth made me stay half-hard all the way across campus. I guess I was daydreaming, too, and all of that combined made me more-than-usually horny. As I got closer to the edge of campus, I was even more on edge. In fact, as I rode through the small lot toward the portable building where the professor had his office, I got a full-blown hard-on! As I got to his building, it didn't appear anyone was around. There were no cars parked nearby. I leaned my bike up against a tree and locked the chain. Then I walked around the building and up the steps, the bulge in my gym shorts leading the way. I had gone commando under the shorts, and my cock was pressing up against the fabric. I knocked on the door and waited. There was no answer. I knocked softly again. If he was in there and didn't want to be bothered, I didn't want to be a pest! But there wasn't an answer. So I turned around to leave. There, just a few steps away, was Rob!
Rob had a shit-eating grin on his face. He walked toward me while I was still on the stoop. "Couldn't wait to try out what I told you about, huh?" he said with a grin. I was a bit embarrassed to have been caught by him, and I didn't necessarily want Rob to know that this wasn't my first visit to see the professor! It also didn't take Rob long to notice the major tent in my gym shorts. "Whoa, mister," he said. "Last night wasn't enough for you, was it?" We both laughed. "I smoked some more of that weed with Philip this morning," I said, "and this was the result!" "Well, I must say, it sure works on you," Rob said with a smile and a nod. I stepped down off the steps. "I was out riding my bike," I said, "and found myself here. What are you doing here?" I asked. "We both have Shakespeare on our minds," he said with a hearty laugh. I laughed, too. We really didn't need to explain to anyone. To college freshmen, your cock tells you what to do. We both understood.
Just about that time, we heard a car door close nearby. We both turned in the direction of the sound, and just a couple of seconds later the professor came walking around the side of the building. "Well, good afternoon, gentlemen," he said, kind of surprised to find us both there. "What brings you to this side of campus on a Sunday afternoon?" "Shakespeare," both Rob and I said in unison. We all laughed. Then Rob spoke up. "Paul and I had dinner together last night, and he talked about his struggle with Shakespeare. I told him he should consider getting some tutoring, since it really helped me to prepare for the tests in class. We both just happened to end up here at the same time!" The professor smiled, and I swear he smacked his lips together. "You guys want to come inside?" he asked. Rob and I looked at each other and then back at the professor. "Sure," we both said. The professor unlocked the door and opened it, signaling to both of us to go inside. As we did, the professor closed and locked the door behind him. "Why don't both of you sit over there on the couch," he said, motioning to the other side of the office where a small loveseat-type couch was location. He pulled a chair over in that direction. As we both sat down, it was obvious to me that the professor was checking us both out. I was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. Rob was in regular shorts and a t-shirt. We both had on tennis shoes. "So what all did you tell Paul about tutoring," the professor asked, fishing for some sense of context for Rob's comments. The professor was well-aware that both of us had been to see him, but didn't know what had been discussed between us. "Well, I told Paul that you made the plays come to life because you knew them so well. You were able to highlight the main points, and to translate some of the obscure phrases that were difficult to understand. And I told him that you appreciated it if your students put forth a little effort for your class." The professor looked toward me, and then his eyes drifted down to my crotch, where my cock was still hard--especially now in this environment--and showed through my gym shorts. "And did Rob mention to you how much I appreciate that effort?" he asked. My own eyes looked to the same place the professor was scoping out. "He told me a little bit, but I said I was willing to do whatever it took to make sure I got a good grade." "Excellent," said the professor as he smiled at both of us.
"Rob, are you willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you get a good grade in this class, too?" "Yessir," he said. "I'll do whatever is called for." The language was vague enough to be interpreted broadly, though everyone clearly understood what was meant. "Then here's what I want you to do," said the professor. We both perked up, wondering what would be said next. "Paul, please stand up. Rob, you stand up, too." We both did as instructed. "Now turn and face each other." We did. As Rob and I looked at each other, we had a quizzical look on our face, but both had an idea of what was about to transpire. My cock throbbed inside my gym shorts at that prospect. "Rob, Paul is having a little difficulty with his gym shorts. I'd like for you to kneel and slide them down for me." Our looks changed to both surprise and excitement. Ron grinned as he knelt down. When he was kneeling, he was face-to-face with the throbbing bulge in my gym shorts. He reached up, pulled the front of my shorts out a bit so he could slide them over my hard cock, and pulled them down. My cock bobbed right in front of his face. "Step out of your shorts, please," instructed the professor. I did. "Now, Rob, how do you think Paul would like to be rewarded for making the effort of coming out for tutoring today?" Rob grinned. Now he would be able to make the professor happy as well as get another taste of Paul's cock. He leaned forward and slid his lips over my cock. I was delirious with pleasure. Rob's tongue slid over the underside of my hard cock. I involuntarily pumped my hips into Rob's mouth. (I couldn't help myself.) At the same time I let out a moan. "I think he likes that," said the professor kind of matter-of-factly. "Rob, I'd like for you to stand up now." Rob did, leaving my hard wet teen cock bobbing. "Now Paul, I'd like for you to kneel and undo Rob's shorts and pull them down." I did as instructed. Ron had on a pair of bikini briefs. His cock was also hard and made an obscene bulge in his bikinis. "Pull those down too," said the professor, indicating the bikinis. I did. Rob's hard cock popped out. "Now step out of your shorts," he said to Rob. Rob did. "Paul, please return the favor to Rob." There I was, staring directly at Rob's hard cock. (It was a big one, too.) I slid my lips over the head and sucked down as far as I could. Rob let out a gasp as I did. "Very nice," the professor said. With Rob's cock still in my mouth, the professor said, "okay, now stand up again, Paul." I slurped my way off Rob's cock and stood. "Turn and face me," he said to both of us. We did. Both of our cocks were hard and wet. We were both cut and had almost 7 inches, but Rob's cock was thicker than mine. The professor slid his chair a little closer to each of us. He reached out with both hands, one fondling my nuts, and the other doing the same to Rob. He then reached up and wrapped his hands around our stiff cocks and jacked them. Both of our knees kind of buckled from the pleasure. The professor tugged on my cock, pulling me toward him while he continued to stroke Rob's cock with his other hand. He opened his mouth and engulfed my cock, swallowing me all the way with no difficulty until his nose was in my pubes. I swelled up inside his throat and he sucked and slide his mouth back and forth a few times. Again, I simply had to thrust into his mouth. Then he backed off, leaving my rock hard cock thrashing about. He turned to Rob's thicker pole, taking it all the way in and down. Rob's eyes were closed as he savored the feeling. Then he pulled off of Rob's cock. Both of us stood side by side, our heartbeats evident in the regular throb of our cocks.
"Sit back down on the edge of the couch," the professor said. We did. "Now I want each of you to teach over and jack the other one's cock." Rob reached over and grabbed my cock, as he did so, he looked into my eyes. He had a slight smile and a look of hunger on his face. He started jacking my cock. I did the same to him. "That's it," said the professor. "Stroke those big hard freshman cocks." He was really getting in to what we were doing to each other. "But don't cum yet." We both continued running our hands up and down the length of each others' cocks, our bodies squirming from the pleasure. "I'm not going to be able to last much longer," I said. "That feels so good!" Rob kind of grunted as his hand continued to slide up and down my cock. "Oh, man," I said again. "Stand up and come over here," the professor said to me. "Rob, keep jacking yourself, but do not cum." I stood up and took the couple of steps forward to where the professor was seated. "Now beat it in my face, and when you are ready to cum let me know so I can put it in my mouth." I grabbed hold of my cock and started pumping it in my hand, my knees buckling. I got lost in the zone as I got closer and closer to an orgasm. Finally, my pace kicked up and my body gave notice that I was about to squirt. The professor reached around my body and used both of his hands to pull me into his mouth. My cock went deep inside almost all the way. The feeling was incredible. "Oh, fuck," I said out loud. I bucked my hips once and then let loose. Wave after wave of orgasm overcame me and I shot my cum down the professor's throat. He swallowed every drop. As the intensity of my orgasm subsided, the professor continued to milk my cock with his mouth until it started to soften a bit. Then he let my cock out of his mouth and told me to sit. "Rob, get up here," he demanded. I hadn't been looking, but as I started to cum, Rob's pace of jacking started to increase, and it was clear he was close to cumming. Rob stood and got his cock inside the professor's mouth and almost immediately started shooting. He pummeled the professor's mouth as his seed shot out into the professor's throat. The professor kept it all the way down until Rob was sated. The he let Rob's cock slide out of his mouth until it flopped out, still engorged but now softened by the intense orgasm. "Sit down," the professor said. Rob did so.
The professor smiled at both of us. "I think this session of tutoring was a good one. I want us to have at least two more between now and the quiz on Friday. Will that work for both of you?" We both sat there with a dazed look, goo still dribbling from the ends of our cocks, and we both agreed. "At least one of those sessions must be the two of you at the same time. All of the sessions--however many you think you need before the quiz, but at least two--may be both of you, but at least one of them must be with both of you. Understood?" We both nodded. "Check your calendars and let's schedule times for this week. Send me a message later tonight. Is that clear?" we both nodded. "Paul, stand up again," the professor said. I did. He stuck his tongue out and licked the last of the liquid dripping from my cock. "You can get dressed now." He had Rob do the same thing. When both of us pulled our clothes back on, the professor said, "I've got some other work to do this afternoon, so you guys be on your way. See you again this week." Both Rob and I walked toward the door and exited, saying nothing else. As we stood on the stoop, contemplating what had just happened, we heard the door click behind us from within.