Classroom of Choices: Chapter 1; Marcus L.
This is a F-A-N-T-A-S-Y story! It contains m/m sex, fantasy themes and more! If you are under 18, click alt+f4. ####################################### Do note, the author (me) lives in a country where the school year grading are different, but I'll try to keep it as American/British as possible. This story will be composed of fifteen (fictional) stories, where Nathaniel Abercrombie, an exchange student studying in Sweden, will get stuck in a repeating day, the day after he turns 18, but where some things change from the day before. In each repeating day, he will find himself in erotic (and more) situations with one of his classmates.
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####################################### Marcus L., Jock
Fourth of September
06:45 I wake up to the horrible sound of my alarm. Giant flashing numbers dance on the display, 06:45 4/9/12 I sit up, and seriously considering to just fall asleep. When I have stared at the wall of my room for at least three minutes, I get up, and get the little container with my contact lenses, before heading to the bathroom. After relieving an aching bladder, I wash my hands and inserts the lenses over my retinas. After that, I go to the kitchen for a sandwich or two, and with them in my hands, I go to the living room, where I watch some TV, while eating the sandwiches. The news is the first thing that comes on, talking about an ionized thunderstorm coming in today, and then he moves his hand in the path of the thunderstorm, traveling up the country.
07:15 I put on a sweater before heading outside with my backpack. I take my bike, and I'm on my way to school. Thanks to biking, I have almost a swimmers build, if somewhat stronger legs.
07:45 I enter my school. As I walk past a couple of benches, I notice one of the god-damned hot jocks in my class, Marcus Lindfors. He is one of the few jocks that are nice to me He's blonde, with real short hair on the sides of the head, and a bit longer in the middle. He is tall, near 6'10. >From what I have been able to sneak peak in the locker room, he's got a six pack with noticeable pecs. He has low-hanging balls, and a 3 inches or more soft cock. OH GOD! How I want to suck on it! I bet it's over 7 inches when it's erect!
I walk over to my locker, enter the combination, and grab my books for today's first lesson, engineering. We are doing pneumatics, or pressured air through tubes. After I have all my things, I sit down on another bench, soon followed by Hampus, Edvin, and both Martins of my class.
08:00 Our teacher is really good, even if he has a short fuse. Today he's sounding weird, as if he's got a cold. Pneumatics are kind of fun, if the tubes just could stay away from each other, so there is at least some order. Even if the lesson is about one and a half hour, it's soon over.
09:45 English lesson. At the start of the year our class was divided in 2 groups, and my group were mixed with another class, to help the class rivalry to settle down a bit. I guess it did. Our teacher enters the classroom almost ten minutes after should have started. She says she almost got hit by another car this morning. But this lesson is also over almost to soon. "Great, I think, a lunch break for two hours and twenty minutes."
12:25 P.E. Watching all the hot guys in my class change clothes is cruel. The quote, "So close yet so far away" springs to mind. But if watching before P.E. is cruel, then watching after P.E. Is fucking torture. Soft cocks, hanging balls, hard abs and oh so big nipples on pecs so defined.
Our teacher tells us to meet him outside in a few minutes, as we are to throw some javelins, and I notice that Marcus L. is limping on his right foot. Soon I hear that he injured his foot yesterday while playing soccer.
My javelin goes into the earth fairly often, but nowhere near the ones thrown by the more athletic ones in my class. The sun is almost scorching hot on our bodies. Soon enough, P.E. is over, and the dreaded yet loved moment where I get to see everyone naked arrives.
14:15 I take a place a little further away from the rest. Our school is not that big, and we are the last ones today to have P.E. which allows me to search lost clothing from the jocks to use as cumrags or jackoff materials. I'm a kinky bastard, I must admit As I undress slowly, I sneak peek at my classmates. Fat cocks, and hanging balls, my mouth almost waters, but it is my boner that I try to conceal. I do not want everyone to see me naked with a 6'1/2 inches erect cock. I know several of them have girlfriends, and I do not think that they are very homo-friendly.
Most of them is already dressing when I enter the showers, at the same time as Marcus. We are at opposite ends of the showers. He has his back towards me, and I sneak a glance of his broad back, and his perfect ass. Someone asks Marcus if he's going to hurry up so they can take the bus together. Marcus answers that his dad is going to pick him up in an hour and a half. As he says that, everyone can hear thunder outside, and soon we can hear heavy rain on the cloudy windows. Booth me and Marcus are now out of the showers, but everyone else is gone.
I start to dress, putting on a new pair of boxers, and start to put on a sock. I accidentally drop the sock, and as I get down to pick it up, my pants fall down, and some coins roll away from my pockets. Swearing, I try to find them under the benches. My back is against the rest of the room, when I hear Marcus asking "Do you need some help?" And I can feel his hand on the top of my head. I lean back up, and then I can feel something else at the back of my head, something that does not take long for me to figure out. A flaccid cock, with no underwear in the way. I try to stand up, but he puts pressure on his hand on my head, downwards and back, right into his crotch. "On second thought, can I get some help, Nathaniel?" He asks, with a playful yet erotic voice, and soon I can feel his cock growing and stiffening, going up the back of my head. "W-what a-are y-you doing?!" I stammer. "Don't pretend that you don't love my body. Did you know that the tiles on the walls in the shower room gets really reflecting when wet?" He says with smile.
"Now, turn around, I'd like to introduce you to someone, and he's really happy to meet you!" He says with a laugh. He still doesn't let me get up from the floor, so I turn around, on all four, and a hard cock were suddenly balanced on my nose.
My cock was by now aching so freaking much that I thought I would die from sheer pleasure. I kept staring at his cock, when a bead of his precum oozed onto my nose bridge. I snapped out of my trance, and slowly raised my hand up to Marcus' cock, took hold of it. I brought it to my mouth, and slowly lick his glans. A moan can be heard, but we know there is no one else around to hear it except for us. "Oh god how long I've wanted to do this!" He says. I have trained on deep throating dildos before, so I move my mouth forward, so his head is in my mouth, and then suddenly I impale my throat on his cock. "OH GOD-FUCKING-TIGHT-SO-FUCKING-HOT!!!" He shouts out. I start to move my head up and down on his dick, but he stops me, "We don't want to tire you out too soon, do we? He says, We got an hour and a half before happy hour is over" and then he smiles another of his playful and erotic smiles, And you have been a very naughty boy, already deep throating!" Soon he is pistoning his cock in and out of my throat, while I alternate between sucking, licking and tickling the underside of his glans, while I also play with his heavy balls, that are as long as my thumbs!
"Get ready to drown in my cum, Nathaniel!" Marcus said after a few minutes. Soon, his dick becomes just a tiny bit harder, and bigger, and then his first shot of cum goes straight down my throat into my stomach. I pull back, and I feel his second shot hit my tongue and his third, and fourth. I have eaten my own cum before, but knowing that I finally get to feel someone else's cum in my mouth sets of my own ejaculation.
My mouth is full of his cum, as I want to savor the taste. He puts his middle and index finger under my jaw, wanting me to stand up. I do so, and he smiles lovingly. Our heads move closer to each other, and then our mouths meet. His tongue darts into my mouth, and he dominates the kiss, as I submit to our combined lust.
I'd never believe that Marcus would kiss another guy, and even less a guy with his own cum in his mouth. But my mouth is soon clean from any cum, the last being fought for, as tongues dart into each others mouths.
I break the kiss, my lunges aching for air. "I'm not so bad, am I, Nathaniel?" Marcus asks me "GOD NO!" I almost yell back at him "I'll take that as a definitive yes then." He says, another smile on his lips.
He takes my hand, and wraps it around his cock, which soon is once again erect. "Can you guess where I want this happy fellow?" He asks, a mischievous grin on his face. My mouth opens by itself, and a moan escapes my lips. "Are you a virgin Nathaniel?" He asks me. "Yes I am. I say, Are you?" "Actually, yes, he answers, we gay jocks have to lie about how often we get layed. But now is the time for de-flowering!" He yanks my boxers off me, and holds them in the air. He points at my boxers, and says "No no no." and then points at his seven incher plus, "Yes yes!" We both laugh at his little joke. Ok, NOT little, if you get what I mean.
He asks me to get on the bench, while he searches his bag for something. I don't get on the bench immediately, but I take my sweater, and places it so when I'm on all four, my elbows or hands won't hurt.
With my smooth butt in the air, I soon feel a lubed finger entering my asshole. "Even if we are both virgins, should I use a condom?" "No, when this day is over, I want to know that a part of you is inside me, when I lie in my bed alone." I say. He inserts another finger into me, and I start to moan, both from inexperience with anal play, and from him having found my prostate. "Please! Insert your fat dick into me now before my balls turn permanently blue!" I shriek. "Your word is my command, Nathaniel." He says, trying to keep from chuckling.
His fingers were quickly replaced by something bigger, something I needed badly. I must admit, when he started to insert the head of his magnificent manhood, it burnt, but I knew the pleasure that would come later would far exceed this pain.
"Please, stop... Too much, too.... soon..." I groan when he is about half-way in me. He's just too goddamn big for a relative painless first-time-anal-style. "It's okay Nath, even if I just want to plow your ass to china; I want both of us to enjoy this!" His words warmed my heart, and sent a tingling feeling down my spine, into my cock.
After a minute or two, I press my ass against Marcus' ass-breaker, and he soon starts again to insert his cock into my ass. When he is fully inside, I can swear I can feel his heartbeat through his dick. "I'm going to start thrusting now, Nath, so tell me if it hurts too much, promise?" He says. "I promise." I reply. He pulls his cock almost all the way out, the widest part of his head straining against my asshole. Then it happens. As he thrusts forward, his head rasps against my prostate. "Oh god!" I half moan half yell out. "Are you OK? Should I stop?" Marcus' asks. "FUCKING NO! I shout, if you stop I'm going to fucking chain you up and rape myself on your cock!" I shout at him. "An interesting idea, I must admit Nath, but not today." he says with a smirk. And then he started to thrust into me. My prostate got rubbed, hit and rasped by his cock, both of us moaning like mad. My mind kept flashing SEX, SEX, SEX.
We soon changed positions, so that my back were on the bench, my legs around Marcus' waist and his cock as far up my ass as it could possibly get. The bench moved a bit backwards as he thrust into me, and soon I had to try to stop my head from hitting the wall.
Soon I had an orgasm, my cum firing up into the air, and falling down on my face and stomach. Even when my ass muscles pulsed as I came, he continued his assault on my ass.
I don't know how long we had sex, but after what felt like infinity of nirvana, we were both on the verge of orgasm. "Nath, let's cum together!" He said. I nodded in agreement, but I did not have enough strength to hold my head up, so I just let myself fall back down. Not ten thrusts after that, I came. I shouted with my release, and I was soon followed by Marcus' shout of ecstasy. I could actually feel his spurts of cum as they were shot inside me.
I released my legs from his waist, and let my legs fall down on the floor. Marcus soon sat down beside me on the bench. His cellphone rang. "Hello... Oh it's you dad. I'm coming soon; I'm on the toilet right now. See you outside in five. Bye." "Naughty, naughty Marcus. Lying to your dad." I said with a chuckle. "Trust me, if he knew what we just did, he'd dress you up as a woman and force you to marry me... Why did I think that was a bad idea?!" He chuckled back.
15:45 We got dressed, and Marcus were out the door in five minutes, but not before giving me his phone number.
After he left, I noticed that he had forgotten his boxer that he had used during P.E. They weren't damp, but they still had some sweat on them. With a smile, I stashed them in my bag. The thunderstorm was still active when I ran out to my bike.
My bike were older than most, but I loved it. It had extra-large tires, and it was all red, except for the tires, the handles and the wires for the brakes. I loved the color red. I unlocked the lock at the back of it, and then I jumped up, and started to bike my way home.
About halfway home, right after I got out of a tunnel going under a road, I saw something blood red flash in my eyes, a large BOOOM, and then the pain came. Every nerve was on fire it felt, I could hear my hair sizzle even in the pounding rain, and then the world disappeared into nothing.
06:45 I jolt awake, my mouth dry. I was in my own bed. My alarm had just got off. I shut it off, then I run into my bathroom. I close the door, and then I strip of my clothes, and start to search for any marks on my body. I almost missed it, a little mark on the side of my neck, where you can feel your own pulse. A little mark, looking as if someone had heated a piece of metal, and poked me with it, in the shape of the number 1.
I enter the living room; turn on the TV, and the same news as yesterday is on. And with that, I mean the exact fucking news as yesterday. "...There is an ionized thunderstorm coming in today over Sweden, so stay inside unless you have to..." the man says with a false smile the entire sentence. That couldn't be the same news as yesterday; that was the news of today. Then something else hits me. MARCUS! I run to my backpack to search for his phone number, but I can't find it. I run into my bedroom, and there on the bed, lies Marcus' boxers. Those boxers were never moved from my bag. I stare at my alarm. It reads 07:05 4/9/12. The same fucking day as yesterday.
############################ That is all for this chapter folks! I uploaded this to Nifty on Sunday the Ninth of September. I'm going to write the next chapter next weekend, and upload that on Sunday the Sixteenth, and that is how all the uploads are going to be. But I haven't decided who else to write about, so I'm going to give you some names, and names only. Hampus, Martin, Edvin, Marcus S, Rikard or Tobias. Do note, all these persons actually exist, but with slightly other names, and thus, I already know what they look like. No requests about other people. And when all of this is done, after 15 chapters, you're gonna get a little surprise :D Now, CHOOSE! The first name I find of the ones above will be the one who the next chapter is about. If I don't get any letters, I will not write any new chapters. So if you want to read more, email me!
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