Dick Grayson and the Eye of the Tiger Chapter four: Oral Exam Evan Andrews, 2020
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After a night of jerking off like a monkey, Dick woke late Saturday morning. The sun streaming through the open window warmed his body, and he wasn't sure if he just wanted to wallow in his memories of the mind-blowing sex of the past two nights or get up and do his job. Duty, in the end (which was to say after his pumping out another heavy load of man-cream), won. Painted in his own seed, he rolled off the bed and sauntered into the shower.
After breakfast, he made his way over to the gym. He and Helena had agreed on lesson plans, but he had to be certain that he was on top form to get his lessons across. Little had he realized that after just that one class his students were hanging on his every word—and move. Stretching they had already covered, so next he decided to get into tumbling maneuvers, skills that might cross over well with their self-defense courses. He ran through what he meant to cover, considering how exactly to best present each move.
He grabbed lunch at noon and took a parkour "walk" through the grounds. Several of the students ("There he is again, so dreamy.") saw him, as did Helena. A knowing smile touched her lips, and she moved on. The end of his run found Dick back at his room where he grabbed a shower (Hell, if they were watching the room, they might as well get a good show) and got ready for dinner and the evening's program. The theater club was putting on something Jacobean piece tonight he thought. Not his favorite period, but drama must be served.
While walking towards the dining hall, taking a shortcut through the science building, Dick felt his arm grabbed from behind as he passed one of the empty labs. Tiger pulled him into the darkened room and latched onto his lips. Dick immediately got wobbly as he surrendered to Tiger's force of personality, but instead of holding him up, Tiger guided the former sidekick to his knees. Face at crotch height, Dick watched hungrily as Tiger unfastened his pants. The Afghan's cock tumbled out, and Dick all but fainted at the sight of Tiger's one-eyed monster. Tumescent it was magnificent, but fully erect... Dick couldn't find the words.
"Suck it, little hero," Tiger said.
"Suck?"
Tiger had fucked Dick, groped him, rubbed off against him, kissed him, and even sucked him, but he had not yet demanded access to Dick's mouth. The hero hesitated for just a moment, but Tiger got suddenly stern.
"Open your mouth and suck my cock, Grayson. Now!"
Without any further hesitation, Dick leaned forward and let Tiger's thick shaft enter his mouth. He knew he could take Tiger's shaft up his ass, but he had as of yet no experience in orally servicing a man, especially not a man hung like this. Mostly, people wanted to suck Dick's cock—and quite a few had, truth be told—but he never reciprocated. Pussy he had eaten, yeah; but cock, never. So, he tried to dig up his memories of what Tiger had done to his cock the night before and to recreate Tiger had done and what tricks he had used to drive Dick crazy. Tiger, for his part was displaying rare patience with his little hero's fumbling attempt at giving his first blow job. So long as the boy was moving forwards in his gay French Olympian lessons, Tiger was satisfied, and Dick was clearly making progress.
"Like that, yes," Tiger husked, "And use your tongue on the underside of the shaft. It's the most sensitive part. The more you work it, the faster you'll taste my seed."
With Tiger prompting him, Dick's technique slowly improved. Lips, teeth, tongue, and suction—he was figuring out how to get the best reaction from the hunky Afghan. And when the blunt cockhead pushed against his gag ring, Dick proved ready for it and relaxed further, letting the thick shaft fill his throat. Tiger moaned as quietly as he could. Even though people were supposed to be on their way to dinner, the last thing he really wanted was to attract an audience. All in all, this little interlude was going better than he'd expected.
Taking hold of Dick's head, Tiger gently began to fuck his fellow agent's face. Saliva and pre-cum leaked out of Dick's mouth as the dark brown shaft plowed away at his face pussy. Tiger watched Dick roll up his tee-shirt so that some of the goo could slop directly down onto the sidekick's muscular chest. The rest ran down Tiger's dick to his balls, and from there it dripped in gooey strands down to where the kneeling Dick had torn open his pants and was flogging his own cock. The sight of his submissive lover using that viscous mouth-goo as lube for almost frantic masturbation almost pushed Tiger over the edge. Instead, he pulled out and leaned aback against a table.
"More," Tiger said, "And not just my cock. I want you to worship my balls and lick behind them towards my ass."
Dick applied himself to the massive orbs in their scrotal sack, but Tiger demanded more still.
"Hand," Tiger said, and when Dick held his right hand up, Tiger applied it to the still slimy rod and said, "Whenever your mouth is somewhere else, I want your hand working this meat. Got it?"
Dick hummed an affirmative and applied himself. Tiger leaned back to enjoy a lengthy bout of mouth loving. Dick got the hang of ball-sucking in no time flat and seemed to delight at the sweaty skin between Tiger's dangling nutsack and his anus. Tiger debated making Dick eat his ass out, but, glancing up at the clock, he knew he couldn't enjoy this tryst for much longer. Spyral's top agent grabbed Dick's head again and, shoving his dick back into the hot mouth, began to fuck, and not gently as he had earlier. No. Now he gave himself over to hard thrusts and deep penetration, showing no mercy to the virgin orifice and the unschooled gag ring. Dick started at first, but his training took over and he relaxed and let his mouth and throat be used to assuage Tiger's lust.
"Fuck," Tiger gasped a few moments later, and he pulled the shaft back so that only the head filled Dick's mouth. The fat cockhead pulsed, and Dick's mouth filled with hot saltiness. Pulse, and another wad. Pulse and another. Pulse and another.
"Not at all bad for a beginner," Tiger groaned as Dick used his tongue to tease out the last of the Afghan's sperm, "Not bad at all. Imagine what this will be like when you've had real experience."
Dick groaned around Tiger's cockhead as he smeared the goo from the face-fucking across his chest to dry. He then pulled back, kissed Tiger's still slick shaft and rubbed his cheek against it.
"Tiger," he murmured in satisfaction.
Tiger smiled. What a hot slut Mr. Minos had handed him.
"Later, little hero. You and I are both due at dinner, and we're going to be late if we don't shake a leg."
The Afghan stud tucked his cock away, adjusted himself, and zipped up.
"Coming?" Tiger asked.
Dick looked at his own cock. It was still hard since he's not been able to bring himself off.
"But..." He started.
"Later boy," Tiger laughed, "Put that away and let's grab dinner. Your soldier will fall before the might of my assault, but not until later tonight."
Dick painfully fit his erection back into his slacks and rolled down his tee shirt. Tiger offer a hand and pulled the orgasm-starved stud to his feet. Heading out, he felt Grayson fall into step behind him.
Yes, this was going even better than he'd expected.