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After Class Tutoring, Part 6
Rob and I turned and looked at each other as we walked away from what had been a totally-unexpected experience. "Did Shakespeare write about THAT?" Rob asked with a grin. We both chuckled. Remembering I had my bicycle, we both went around the side of the building and I retrieved it. I walked beside Rob as we headed back toward central campus. We were both still lost in the orgasmic zone. "I could get used to that on a regular basis," Rob stated. "No shit," I replied. We both chuckled again. Rob turned to me as we walked and kind of groped himself through his shorts. "You know, even though we both just got sucked off, I'm still as horny as I was when I walked over there." I laughed out loud. "He sure knows what he's doing," I said. ""You do, too!" replied Rob. We both looked at each other with recognition of what had transpired just a short while ago. I had actually enjoyed Rob's cock in my mouth...and it was obvious he enjoyed it, too. Though the professor got the cum, I got him a good way there. He had done the same to me. Just thinking that thought made me start to chub up again.
We got back to the dorm, and I locked up my bike on the rack. It was only about 2PM, long before folks started coming back from the weekend away. "Want to come up to my room and play some video games or something?" I asked Rob. "Sure, my major studying tonight will be for the Shakespeare exam. Maybe we can discuss what will be on the test." Again, we both chuckled and started into the dorm. "Hey, guys," came a voice from behind us. It was Philip! "What are you up to?" "We were just out enjoying the empty campus," I said. "Oh, Philip, this is Rob. He lives a couple of floors below us." "Hey, dude," Philip said. "Good to meet you." "Rob is the guy I shared the J with that you gave me last night." "Oh, cool,." Said Philip. "Hope you enjoyed it." "Damn sure did," said Rob. "Want to do another one to make the rest of the afternoon high?" "YES," both of us exclaimed in unison. We all got into the elevator and went up to our floor. The walk down the hall to Philip's room seemed to indicate that we were still the only ones there.
Philip opened the door and ushered us in. He went through his protocol of placing a towel against the opening at the bottom of the door, opening the window and turning on the fan. Rob and I sat next to each other on the bed, and Philip sat in the chair at the desk and rolled a J. He fired it up and we passed it around. The taste was pungent and sweet. We did a couple of rounds, then Philip sat the joint down to let the effect of the weed sink in.
Philip spoke to Rob. "Did Paul tell you about this weed before you smoked it?" "Well, he shared with me the special name you give to it!" "Hahaha. Did it have that effect?" Rob and Paul looked at each other and then back at Philip. "Yes, it did," Rob said. Philip lit up the J again and passed it around. All three of them were swirling. "Well," said Philip," considering that it was a free joint from my personal stash, I want you to tell me what happened after you smoked yesterday." He lasciviously began to rub his crotch as he asked the question. Again, Rob and Paul looked at each other, and then Rob spoke. "Paul told me you called this jerk-off weed. So, after we smoked some, I asked Paul if he had the urge to jerk off. He said he always did! About that time, he left to go to your room to see if he could get a second joint, but you were busy. When he came back we began to fantasize about what you were doing in your room, and the weed began to have an effect on us both. Next thing you know, we both had our cocks out, flailing away." Paul silently recognized the intimate details that Rob was leaving out of the story. Philip didn't know about the professor and this wasn't really the time to tell anyone else. Philip's glazed eyes suggested he was focused in on a mental picture of what it might have looked like with Paul and Rob beating their meat together. He jerked his obviously-hard cock through his shorts. Philip chuckled as he lit the J again and passed it around. The three of them got even more stoned. "You know," said Philip, "I'm happy to share this weed with you anytime you want, but I'd like to ask a little favor in return." Rob and Paul again looked at each other with the same look they had shared in the professor's office a couple of hours ago, then back at Philip. "What favor are you asking for?" asked Paul. "I want you to put on a show for me," said Philip matter-of-factly. "I want you both to show me the effect of this weed." He continued to grope his hard cock through his shorts. "Right now?" asked Paul. "Right now," replied Philip. Now both Paul and Rob had already expressed that they were still horny, even after the scenario in the professor's office. Now they were high on Philip's `jerk off weed' again, and he was asking them to do what the weed was known for! It didn't take much time before Rob was unzipping his shorts and sliding them down to his ankles. Paul pulled his gym shorts down as well, and then both slipped their briefs down, their already-hard cocks flapping straight up against their stomachs. "Yeahhh," said Philip as he continued to grope himself through his shorts. "Beat off for me!"
Now those words were fuel for an already-horny fire in Rob and Paul, and they both started to masturbate. While he watched, Philip pulled down the front of his sweats until the waistband was under his balls and he started stroking himself as well. He stared at both of the boys on the bed as they jerked their meat. "Man, that looks good," said Philip. "It feels good, too," said Rob as both he and Paul continued to stroke. Despite having just cum a short while before, both of the freshmen got edged really quickly. Again, Rob took the lead. "I'm going to blow my wad real soon," he said. "Do you have something to clean up with?" Philip said, "I want you to lean forward and squirt in the floor. Make a big mess I can appreciate. I've got some tissue for final cleanup." Rob and Paul looked at each other and mentally shrugged. "Okay," they both said in unison. Paul got there first. A deep guttural moan worked its way out as he leaned forward, his cock getting even harder and his hand gripping tight as he shot about three or four strings of cum on the floor. Rob moaned as well as he watched Paul shoot, and his cum soon shot out into the same puddle. Philip also moaned as he finished up, squirting last into the mess on the floor. Soon all three of them began to come down from the intensity of the masturbatory orgasm. Philip grabbed a box of tissues from the desk and handed them to they two guys. He took one for himself as he wiped off the remaining cum residue. He tossed his tissue in the trashcan, and both Rob and Paul followed suit. "Damn, that was hot!" said Phillip. "Oh, yeah," both Rob and Paul said in reply. "Well, thanks for stopping by, you two. Anytime you are in the mood to do that again, let me know, and you are welcome to visit!" Paul and Rob both got the signal and pulled their shorts back up, stuffing their now-sated teen cocks back inside their briefs. They both stood up, side-stepping the puddle of wet cum on the floor. "Umm, I'm glad to help you clean that up," said Rob. "Naw, I'll get it," replied Philip. "But thanks for asking."
As Rob and Paul left the room into the hallway, they realized that the room had an overwhelming odor of pot and cum. There was definitely evidence of the great pleasure that had just taken place! They walked back down the hall to Paul's room and went inside. "Damn, can you believe that?" exclaimed Rob. "Yeah, that was something else...though it was perfect timing for the two of us!" Both chuckled. "And, apparently, whenever we want to get high, we know what we need to do!" The boys high-fived as Paul pulled a couple of cokes out of the mini-fridge. They began to discuss how best to study for their Shakespeare exam, and how to schedule their required sessions with the professor over the next few days.
Down the hall, there was a light knock on Philip's door. The same guy who had beat off with Philip last night was standing outside the room. "Hey, I got your text message," he said as Philip answered the door. "Come on in," said Philip, closing the door behind him and sealing the crack with his towel. "Sit on the couch, but be careful of that mess on the floor," said Phillip. "What the fuck is that?" asked his friend. "I'll tell you in a minute. First let's polish off this J." As his friend sat on the bed and Philip in his chair, another joint got passed around. It wasn't long before the visitor was toasted and Philip continued to ride high. In between tokes, his friend again referred to the mess on the floor. "You know what that looks like?" he asked. "Tell me," said Philip. "It looks like a giant pool of splooge." He laughed as he said that. "Well, you know what?" exclaimed Philip, "it IS!" At first recoiling from the confirmation, his friend grew more curious. "And why is it still there on your floor?" he asked. "Because I wanted you to cop another major buzz and add your own contribution to the mess." "Huh?" the guy said quizzically. "I know you are horny after smoking this weed. Beat off for me and shoot your load in the puddle." Philip's bud was a bit taken aback but soon warmed up to the idea. "I'll do it if you tell me the story of how all of that got there!"
"You get the story if you strip naked right now," said Philip. Within seconds, he was in his birthday suit, his cock three quarters hard. Philip started to relay the story of what had happened within the last half hour, identifying Paul as the guy who had stopped by the room last night to get a J. As Philip went into detail, the visitor's cock got even harder. "Come on, beat it for me," Philip whispered. "Aren't you going to join in?" his buddy asked. "I'm gonna WATCH to see how this bud affects you!" said Philip. His friend pumped his cock, totally horned up both by the jerk-off weed and by being watched and soon was writhing on the edge of the bed. "Oh, man, I'm gonna pop," he said. "Shoot it in the puddle," Philip instructed him. He leaned forward, his hard tool swelling with his approaching orgasm, and pointed the head toward the mess. Four major gushes shot out, the first hitting the puddle and splashing up onto Philip's ankle. "Fuck, man," said Philip as he watched his bud squirt his load. "That was hot!" "Yeah, man," his friend said. "That weed works every time!" As he came down from the major cum, Philip handed him the box of tissue, and he cleaned off the remaining dribbles from his hand and cock. He collapsed back on the bed, naked with his legs spread and sighed a deep sigh. "You can come over here and do that as much as you want," said Philip. "I'm probably going to take you up on that," said his friend. "Maybe I'll get the others who contributed to that mess to join us at the same time," said Philip. "Wouldn't THAT be a fun time!" They both chuckled. After a couple of minutes, Philip told his friend to get dressed so he could get some personal things done. "What are you going to do with that mess?" he asked Philip. "Just leave it there for right now," Philip said," as a testament to the pleasure it represents."
The heavy smell of weed and cum continued to overpower the room as once again another masturbator left the room.