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All work within this story is written by myself, Jay M, and I thus hold copyright.
As I sat in the library, I wondered what had happened to Chris; I'd looked out for him, but not seen him. He was definitely still tied up in Anthony's room. I knew it was unlikely that Anthony himself had found Chris, and hoped dearly it wasn't a woman that had found him. I picked up my things, and went for a walk around college to see if I could find him.
I was surprised to say the least when I walked past his room and found him sitting in his chair looking at his laptop. I opened the door and he turned quickly to see who it was, his face contorting as he did so.
"Are you okay?" I said, concerned.
"Yeah, sit down if you like." He said, not sounding as good as he assured me he was.
I did so, regardless, and propped myself on the end of a table.
"Look, Chris, I'm sorry, but I know you wanted it." I said, feeling a little guilt, but assuming something had happened.
"You won't even believe it..." he began, affirming that something had.
"Oh?"
"This feels weird, talking like this." He said.
"I see what you mean... we've... not really spoken much before." I replied.
"I don't know what to do," he said, looking down, "I want to but, I still need you."
"You need me?"
"Yes, I want your thick cock in my ass again. You know it." He said, staring into my eyes.
I looked away, smiling slightly. After whatever had happened, he still wanted me inside him; and if that was what he wanted, I couldn't deny the slut my cock. He stood up, and I noticed a wet patch where he had been sitting, and looked towards him and noticed another wet patch on the back of his trousers.
"Holy shit... did someone...?" I began.
"Yeah. Well and truly." He said, his face still contorted.
My cock twitched in my boxers, thinking of what might have happened to Chris after I had left. Part of me wanted to know, and the rest wanted it to be kept secret.
"Not many people are in..." he said, his accent more prominent than ever, and a seductive tone present in his voice.
"Where?" I replied, knowing what he wanted.
"Here."
"Serious? What if someone comes in...?" I said, worried about the possibility, yet turned on at the same time.
He walked, awkwardly towards me and lowered his trousers. His thick cock sprung out and instinctively I reached out and grabbed it in my hand. He shivered with my touch, and then proceeded to turn around and bend over in front of me.
"Oh my God, is that yours?" I asked, staring at the huge butt-plug stretching what looked to be a very wet, and used ass.
"Yeah, I didn't put it there though." He replied.
I reached to his ass and grabbed it, pulling it out to inspect the damage. As soon as I did, cum gushed out of his ass, onto the desk in front of me and poured down his legs. He moaned as it left, and I gasped as the cum literally flowed out of his ass.
"Mm, someone really did use you, didn't they?"I said, sliding my finger over his gaping hole, and around the walls of his ass.
He moaned, feeling my finger slide around inside his soaking hole, surely wanting something else to fill his cum-dump and satisfy his slutty, sexual needs.
"Pull some tables together," I said, pushing him away from me and removing my clothes.
He did as I asked, and removed his trousers and shoes in the process. I was naked all for my boxers, and he was still wearing his shirt, it felt as if he knew I just loved taking it off, exposing my favourite bits of him. He pulled me towards him, I was careful not to kiss him, but instantly started to remove his shirt. As soon as it was off, and his hairy body was in front of me, I grabbed the butt-plug and wiped it over his puffy nipples, smearing the owner's cum all over him. He moaned, excited for his needs to be met.
I pulled my boxers off and threw them onto the floor, grabbing his body and forcing him to lie on the table, his body only slightly elevated, allowing him to reach his cock.
Knowing just spit would be enough to lube my cock, considering the state of his well-used ass, I spat, watching the spit land on my dick, and rubbed it around. I positioned myself above Chris's hot ass, and slid my penis straight into his stretched, soaking asshole.
We both moaned, relieved, he at the emptiness being filled, and me at sinking my dick into his tasty ass. Not needing to wait for his usually tight ass to adjust to my thick cock, I began ploughing his ass as soon as I could. Hearing the cum inside him moving, and seeing some of it forced out around my cock only added to how fast I was slamming my cock in and out of his hairy ass. The harder I slammed my dick in, the more cum slipped out of his ass, and with that, his dark hair became glued together, spread all around his cummy hole. We were both moaning equally as loud, both our urges being fulfilled. I slowed my fucking for a moment while I leaned down and began to bite the back of his neck, drawing louder moans from him as I continued to slowly fuck his slutty ass.
I brought my body back up off his, and resumed my hard, pounding, grunting with every thrust, bringing myself closer to filling his ass with my juice. I kept on slamming into his ass, the slapping noise as I hit his hot ass getting louder, and quickly brought myself to climax, dumping my load into his ass, pulling out and shooting the rest of my cum over his ass cheeks, balls and the table beneath us. I collapsed on top of him, both our breathing heavy, and kissed his neck gently.
"Fucking hell, that was so good," I said to him, peeling myself off his back and looking down at the cum all over the table.
"Do you want to lick that off?" I asked him.
He didn't reply but instantly turned around and started licking my cum off the table, lapping it up like it was water.
"Mm, such a filthy slut." I told him.
I grabbed the butt-plug and reinserted it into his even wider, wetter hole. He moaned again as it went in, but put up no protest to the insertion; even after two rough fucks he still wanted his ass to be full.
"Oh, you'd be surprised at just how filthy I can be," he said.
I began putting my clothes back on, we were lucky to have not been discovered, especially considering how loud we had both been when I was pounding his slutty ass. Noticing what I was doing, he sadly began doing the same, and I wondered when I would next be able to see him.
"There's something else you should know," he said, what more could he surprise me with?
"What's that?"
"The person I was waiting for, last week..."
I had somehow completely forgotten he was actually waiting for someone, and I never thought to ask what happened after I left him bound and blindfolded.
"Oh, yeah... are you going to tell me who it was?"
"Yeah, it was Dan. Your friend Dan."
My mouth dropped, we had both talked about Chris and his ass, but never did I imagine Dan would have been able to actually get Chris.
"How the fuck did that happen?" I asked, shocked.
"It was my fault, I was horny, I wanted something in my ass, and I'd noticed Dan's stares in the direction of me, and occasionally seen the glances to my ass.
"At the end of Friday's lesson, I waited for the students to leave the class and then, pretending to look at his work, I whispered that if he wanted me, to find me after his last lesson... but then you did." He answered, truthfully.
"There's no end to how much of a cum hungry slut you are, is there?" I joked, but we both knew it was true.
"When can we next see each other? It's half term next week." He said, a hint of sorrow in his voice.
"I dunno, it depends what you want from me now. One thing I can tell you though, is that you're not going to be shooting any cum out of your cock until I next see you." I replied, thinking of how we could possibly see each other again.
"If you're serious about it, I know somewhere we can meet."
"Where?"
He gave me details of a hotel he must have used to satisfy his hunger for cum and cock many times before, and I left, not allowing him to even kiss me.
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