Edge of Abandon
This story is written from a British perspective, so college means sixth form (16+) education, pre-university. The protagonists in this story are both over 18 years of age.
This is a standalone, fictional story with sexual content throughout. You might want to edge along with the story, and cum with Harvey - or just do what you want :)
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Harvey Blake is your typical 18 year old, in that he looks like he might be a grown-up, but you know he's probably still just a big kid. He tries to avoid hard work wherever possible, but does just enough at college to keep his parents and teachers quiet. He drinks too much when he can afford it, he smokes weed while he plays Call of Duty when he should be studying, and he wanks so often his bedroom smells like it could get someone pregnant.
Maybe he jerks off too much. Ok, he jerks off too much. Harvey is a total wank addict - he shoots more jizz on a daily basis than could ever be medically recommended. Three times, already, his GP has suggested he either cut back or invest in some industrial-strength lube, because that foreskin will do well to make it into the next decade.
Harvey stands in the shower, Monday morning, like every morning. Shampoo in his chin length dark hair, soap suds trailing down his chest and the hint at abs that would be his if he worked out more. His left hand flies backwards and forwards along the length of his dick, like there's a race and the last one to cum has to eat every load that was ever shot. The head of his cock, wet, pulsing, throbbing - he's locked on, his eyes focusing only on the source of all his joy, and pleasure, and happiness, and... There's a loud clunk above his head, and what sounds like something very hot meeting something very cold. The electric shower unit makes a dull whirring sound and then the flow of water completely cuts out. Harvey releases his death grip, reaches to switch the shower off and on again. Nothing. "Fuck".
It's 8am. Harvey reckons he got, maybe, 99% of the shampoo out of his hair over the bathroom sink? That pesky 1% has left his hair feeling sticky even now it's dry. He pushes it out of his eyes as he walks down the train carriage, reaches the toilet, and half falls through the door as the train crosses a set of points. Toilet door closed, locked - double-checked, definitely locked - Harvey drops his pants and takes hold of his semi-hard cock. Most days, he's already wanked twice by now - once in a sleepy denial of the need to get out of bed, and then again as his cock rises to attention with the application of soap. He doesn't usually need to take such drastic action as whacking one out on the train to college, but nor is this the first time. He knows the main thing is to pay attention to where he shoots his load - an unexpected shaking of the train can result in gobs of cum ending up in the least likely places, and no-one needs a Something About Mary moment as they walk back to their seat.
Harvey's cock is nice, he thinks. He's not seen many cocks, to be fair, in person at least. He's smart enough to know he shouldn't try to compete with the guys in porn, with their mammoth nine inchers and girth for days. But he reckons he's doing better than average - seven inches when he wakes up hard first thing in the morning, though by the last erection of the day it's probably more like six and a half. And yes, he wakes up hard every morning, throbbing, leaking pre-cum, his cock practically begging him to put it out of its misery. Maybe if he had more sex, he wouldn't be such a slave to his own dick. But he's had one girlfriend who rarely wanted to go any further than handjobs, anyway, and Harvey knows his way around his own cock and balls better than anyone else, so...
He's there again, in the zone. He spits some homemade lube down onto his cock, the saliva mixing with the sticky precum. This is the load that will get him through the next checks watch nine and a half hours, before he gets home and knocks one out on Chaturbate.
Harvey feels his balls tighten, his cock visibly grows ever so slightly bigger and harder, he thrusts his hips in time with the last, few, merciful strokes, and...The lights go out. For a few seconds, Harvey is standing, cock in hand, in pitch black darkness, the train still swaying. He stumbles a little backwards, and needs to use his wanking hand to grab onto a mobility rail. An emergency light comes on, nowhere near as bright as the regular light, flickering - this light does not want to be on right now. Then, an announcement from the driver: "due to an electrical fault, we're going to have to terminate this train at the next station. Please disembark here, and board the next train to your destination." Harvey pulls his pants up, fastening his belt as his still-hard cock pushes outwards rebelliously. "Fuck".
Honestly, the last time Harvey didn't cum at least once before his first class was probably that time he jerked it fifteen times in one weekend and he was so sore he had to see the school nurse at morning break to beg for some ointment. That's a tough one to explain to your parents when you're 15. He knows his limits now. He's sensible. Besides, those last half dozen wanks that weekend proved to him that though he produces a fuck-ton of jizz, he can run dry eventually!
With no morning release, Harvey is a wreck. He's at least semi-hard the whole way in to class, and fully hard throughout the lecture - that lecturer never stood a chance of making an impression. He could feel the head of his cock pushing up into the desk, like it was trying to flip the thing and just demand someone do something, anything, to bring about that sweet, sweet joy of release.
Finally, after a lecture of cock-throbbing torture, and then a seminar of dick-pulsating agony - during which Harvey managed one contribution, which was to say he found it "pretty hard to grasp the thrust of the argument to be honest" - he was free to kind of hobble his way towards a bathroom for what would surely be ten seconds at most of frenzied tugging before painting the cubicle.
Harvey practically threw himself into the nearest stall, fumbled with the lock, chucked his bag to the floor and dropped his pants, and sat on the toilet with a sigh. This was it. The torment was about to end.
Time slowed down. He gazed down at his hard, insistent cock like it was the worlds juiciest burger. He could fucking devour that sexy motherfucker. Right there and then, there was nothing else in the world except Harvey and his beautiful, raging boner. Nothing else, no-one else - except Max, who opened the stall door just enough to slide through, and locked it behind him. "You need a hand with that?"
Max is a strange one. He's that kid at college who doesn't seem to be part of any group, keeps himself to himself, but no-one has a problem with him. He just seems to glide through it all. He's pre-makeover hot, you know, like the supposed ugly duckling in the films who miraculously turns out to be a complete stunner when they take their glasses off and get a haircut. But the thing with those people is, it's always obvious that they're good looking - in fact, they are attractive pre-transformation, just not in a way Disney wants us to think is beautiful. So yeah, Max is mysterious, off-beat, something-else and easy on the eye if you notice him sneaking in to the back of class, or grabbing a sandwich from the refectory before disappearing off across the playing fields.
He keeps quiet in classes, but he must be pretty smart. He doesn't ever look like he's trying, you know?
No-body knows that Max speaks fluent Spanish, or that he plays Grade 8 piano, or that he's fucking the wife of the college principal (or is it that she's fucking him?).
Max also doles out handjobs and blowjobs to horned up guys in the college bathrooms.
"What the fuck?" Harvey's dick droops like it's just been shot, pretty much all the blood in his body shooting to his face with total embarrassment.
Max gives a butter-wouldn't-melt smile, leans back against the cubicle door. "You gave the signal, didn't you?". He looks down towards Harvey's right foot - Harvey, covering his crotch with both hands now, follows his gaze. His foot - in its blood-red Converse high-top - is through the so under the divider between this stall and the next. Way through. Like you could only put your foot that far under if you were really trying or, like Harvey, if you were so desperate to get your cock out, sit back and blow the biggest wad the universe has ever seen that you had know idea what you were doing with the limbs that had no part to play in the most pressing matter. Harvey yanks his foot back inside the cubicle.
"What signal? I didn't mean..."
"You left the door unlocked too. This is your first time isn't it?" Max looked - wow, he looked powerful. He was in command here. Who the fuck was this guy, and what did he do with the real Max?
"My first time? No. Wait, what? I mean, no I don't..." Harvey stammered, spluttered. What was he denying, or confirming exactly. And why was he even answering these questions? And why was he just sitting here, cupping his limp(-ish) dick and his full-to-bursting balls in his hands. He stood, pulling up his pants as quickly as he could without leaving his junk swinging for all - well, for Max - to see. "This was a mistake, sorry, I didn't know, shit, I didn't mean to-".
"You didn't mean to, but you just invited me in to see that big ol' piece of yours? Look, no worries man, I was about to head anyway. But just, you know, give me the signal when you figure out what you want, yeah?" Max reached behind him, undid the lock, slid out and closed the door in such a smooth motion it seemed like a vanishing act. Harvey stood, dishevelled, kinda stunned, staring at the graffiti'd door. "Fuck."
Harvey walks the corridors to his next class like a zombie.
What the fuck is today even about?
Max just stood there and saw my cock, I could die right now!
What was he even expecting to happen?
Would he have sucked my dick if I'd asked him to?
Why am I hard right now thinking about that?!
Rewind about nine hours - it's after midnight, and Harvey is sat in his gaming chair in front of his PC. He's completely naked except for a pair of blue headphones, and his feet are on the desk, one either side of a grotty looking keyboard. His left hand lazily strokes his cock - slow, languid strokes that just keep him hard as he waits for some bigger tips. But Harvey's Chaturbate earnings will be setting no records tonight - there are 37 viewers, most of them grey lurkers who won't contribute anything. As always, fanboy99 is there, but he's broke (at least, so he says) and anyway, he's seen it all before - why would he tip, he's probably got a hard drive full of screen grabs of Harvey knocking out load after load for pocket money (let's face it, if he's going to spend so much of his time jerking off, he might as well make something from it).
Fanboy99 is one of Harvey's three or four regulars. All guys. The girls never seem to be as committed to watching his every wank - they must have better things to go. The guys are decent though, they know not to get too gay with their requests. Harvey's open minded about most things, but he's not fingering his ass for less than a billion tokens!
There was a hot girl watching earlier. She had good chat, and her profile had some pictures that really made Harvey's cock throb. She's still listed in the viewers panel, but she's gone silent. They've all gone silent, apart from fanboy99 occasionally reminding everyone that [that cock is to fucking die for].
"Thanks fanboy". Harvey tries to be attentive to his viewers.
Harvey watches himself jerking off on the screen, slowly pulling his foreskin back to reveal the head of his cock before pushing it back. He flexes his toes, tenses the muscles in his arms, runs his right hand through his hair. He's tired, he should be asleep already, but his dick ruled this town (or at least, this bedroom and Harvey's sleeping habits) and the semi bobbing about as he stripped for bed had led him to his computer instead of his bed.
Maybe his dick is losing its powers now though. Even as he squeezes and strokes himself, Harvey can feel his mind wandering from the task at hand towards... what? He closes his eyes.
Fast-forward 30 minutes or so. Harvey opens his eyes. He's a little surprised to see naked him looking back at him from the screen. The chat screen has scrolled through a few tip menu's and the occasional comment about how cute he looks when he's asleep, and how it's hot that he's still holding his cock.
A new message pops up, in private. It's fanboy99: [time for bed man - you look like you need it].
Harvey does as he's told, and for once his dick doesn't put up a fight.
Harvey is totally naked, his hands tied with some kind of leather strap above his head, attached to something so he can't free them. He's flat on his back, on his bed - it's bright, daylight streaming in through the open window. Harvey can hear traffic outside, the sound of the morning commute kicking into gear. Harvey tilts his head to look down himself, past his dick which looks bigger than ever - surely that's eight inches, standing straight up, like some kind of idol to be worshipped - to the guy standing at the foot of the bed.
Harvey knows that this is fanboy99, though he doesn't look at all like he would expect. Fanboy99 turns out to look exactly like Lil Nas X. But it is, unquestionably, fanboy99. Totally naked, too, sporting an intimidatingly huge cock of his own.
"Time for bed man - you look like you need it" - with which, fanboy99 kneels on the bed between Harvey's legs, lifts them in the air, pushes them back so that Harvey's size 10s are over his own shoulders.
A bead of pre-cum forms on the head of Harvey's cock. He knows what he wants, more than anything he's ever wanted before.
Fanboy leans forward, smiling seductively. "Welcome to the rest of your life". [BEEP BEEP]. He lowers his face towards Harvey's prone ass, his beautiful lips parting, his sexy tongue reaching out to meet Harvey's tight hole. [BEEP BEEP]
Harvey is transported to another plane of pleasure. "Oh Fuck". Fanboy tongues his ass, whilst holding Harvey's legs firmly in the air. With each probing flick of Fanboy's tongue, Harvey's dick seems to grow, throbbing, practically vibrating with the oncoming orgasm [BEEP BEEP]
He's going to cum, he can't take any more of this. He somehow rips a hand free from its restraint, grabs his thick cock, strokes it once, twice, and...
[BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP].
Harvey wakes with a start. His cock bobs back and forward under the white bed sheets, a transparent wet patch resting at the apex of an impressive tent, pre-cum flowing. He SO wants to take hold of that thing and just blow. But he looks at his clock - he's late already. He needs a shower. "Fuck".
Back to the present. Harvey is a total wreck - his mind is completely gone, a jumble of incoherence as he does his best to walk across the playing fields towards The Wilds, an area of dense foliage that borders the south side of the campus. He's having to do his best, because he basically has a third leg trying to burst out of his pants, and his brain can think of only one thing: ejaculation, as soon as possible.
He's walking towards The Wilds because it's the only place he can think of where he can get the five minutes alone that he really needs right now. Most days, there would be people lurking in there: dealers, kids smoking weed between classes, couples sneaking a quick fuck. It's raining now though, a slow but persistent drizzle that will keep everyone away, even the dealers and dopeheads - being partial to a joint or ten, Harvey knows that in wet weather, the action moves to the bike sheds behind the old gym block.
The rain won't stop Harvey: if anything, it makes him even hornier, the thought of those wet drops moistening his hard cock as he jerks and shoots what might just end up being the cumshot of his life.
He enters The Wilds, and it's immediately darker as he heads into the unkempt undergrowth and under the tree canopy. He looks back, and already he can barely make out the goal posts on the playing field - another 100 yards, and he could be a million miles from civilisation.
Harvey drops his bag next to a fallen tree trunk - protected by the branches and leaves above, the ground here is still dry. He kicks off his shoes, drops his pants to his ankles and kicks them away, and takes a few casual strokes of his dick whilst looking around at his surprisingly idyllic surroundings. The Harvey sinks to the ground and leans back against the tree.
Maybe all those near misses were worth it for this.
Ha takes his cock in hand - his left, nearly every time - while with his right hand he pulls his t-shirt up and over his head. That hand lingers on his chest as he picks up speed on his cock, playing with each nipple in turn. His dock throbs in his hand as he pinches his nipples hard. The rain that makes it through the leaves above drips down onto Harvey's naked chest and crotch.
"Maybe you don't need my help after all".
Harvey nearly jumps out of his skin. Max emerges from the bushes and walks to stand between Harvey's feet, as Harvey, stunned, has only thin stinky to attempt to cover his raging boner with his hands.
"Fuck off Max, leave me alone".
Max smirks, whips out his iPhone, and takes a few quick photos. "Something for the wank bank, I guess. Knock yourself out man." He turns and starts to walk away.
"Wait!" Harvey isn't quite sure why he shouts out, but somehow there's no feeling of regret - just the overwhelming power of lustful abandon.
Max spins on his heel, smiling, and in a move both impressively nimble and incredibly sexy, manages to shrug his jacket off and lift his white tee over his head in one motion. His body surprisingly athletic - this guy secretly works out - and a seductive line of dark hair runs from a dark patch on his chest down past his belly button to the top of waistband. That waistband doesn't stay at Max's waist for much longer - he pushes his pants down and steps out of them, walking back to stand between Harvey's feet, an impressive cock rising to attention - "I thought you'd never ask".
Harvey's head is gone - he's totally in awe of both the sexiness of Max standing above him in the drizzle, and his own cock, throbbing harder than ever before.
"Put your hands behind your head," Max tells him, and Harvey obeys, a total slave to proceedings. He knows that what ever happens now, he is at Max's mercy. He's never wanted this before but, suddenly, he's never wanted anything more.
Max kneels between Harvey's legs, taking his own dick in his left hand, stroking slowly, as he takes in Harvey's wet, glistening body in front of him. He reaches forward with his right hand, and takes hold of Harvey's cock, which instantly twitches. A bead of precum oozes from the tip of Harvey's cock. "Dude, you're so ready to blow - what's it been, a week?"
"A day," Harvey whispers, breathless, "maybe less. Please, just help me cum, I need to cum so bad."
Max takes a couple of strokes of Harvey's cock, eliciting what can only be described as a whimper. "Well, let's make it worth my while, eh?" He lifts Harvey's legs and pushes them back so his feet are in the air, then pulls off his white socks. Max brings Harvey's feet together and leans his face into them, breathes in deeply, then licks the sole of each foot. Harvey's toes involuntarily flex, and his cock twitches with each lick - another bead of precum forms, and rolls down his dick into his pubes.
Max moves his lips down first one leg - from ankle, down hairy calf, to the inside thigh - and then the other. All the while, Harvey's cock jumps and oozes, and he lets out a series of uncontrolled groans. "Oh my god Max, that feels so good".
"I know, right?" Max. "But you ever get your ass eaten?"
Harvey's eyes roll back in his head - he can barely speak he's so horny right now. "Just fucking eat me, please".
The rain gets a little harder - Harvey and Max are both now glistening, their hair slick and shiny. Harvey's cock still stands rigid, pointing up at the sky. Another drop of precum - Max carefully collects it on a fingertip, reaches out, and let's Harvey lick it from him.
Max pushes Harvey's legs back further, which lifts Harvey's ass into the air. Harvey is staring up at his engorged dick, totally gagging for it. Max lowers his face towards Harvey's ass, and gently parts the cheeks to reveal a beautiful, slightly hairy pink hole. He buries his face in Harvey's ass, inhaling deeply, then starts to tongue him deeply.
Harvey is in total ecastasy - this is like nothing he's ever experienced before: no wank has ever reached these heights, no girl has ever pleasured him like this. He watches on as Max devours his ass, and his body tingles and involuntarily spasms at the glorious sensation of Max's tongue in his hole. A long thread of precum runs from Harvey's cock, running down his chest and pooling at his chin. His erection almost hurts now, he's so hard, his dick looks bigger than ever, angry, begging for release.
Max makes eye contact with Harvey. These two guys, who've barely shared more than a word two, are the only things that matter to each other right now.
Harvey is reaching almost unbearable levels of pleasure, without even touching his dick. "Max, I need to cum, I can't take this".
Max pulls his face back from Harvey's ass and, holding him by the ankles, rises into a half-crouch. Harvey sees Max's thick, glistening cock standing proud from a patch of dark hair. The rain intensified again - Max looks like some kind of god, small rivers of water running down his torso. He pushes and lifts Harvey's legs feet further into the air, so Harvey is almost rolled back, his dick pointing down at him, throbbing, twitching.
Max spits down onto Harvey's asshole, releases his right hand from Harvey's left ankle, and pushes his thumb, gently, into Harvey's hole. Harvey let's out a resigned, lustful sigh of total submission. He's fingered himself before, plenty - he know how good this can feel - but no-one has ever done this to him before.
Max pulls his thumb out, switches to a finger for greater depth, then two fingers, adding some home-made lube to keep things wet. Harvey's cock jerks with every finger thrust. Precum is flowing freely now, flicking into Harvey's face, onto his lips, into his mouth. Max holds Harvey's right foot in his left hand, almost unconsciously sliding his slender fingers between Harvey's flexing toes, then pulling the foot towards him and taking those toes into his mouth, eating Harvey's toes as he fingers his tight ass with his right hand. Max is in control here, but he's also losing himself to lust. He hasn't fucked a guy for a week or so, he hasn't tasted that distinctive taste of sexy, musky male skin and sweat on his lips. His own dick is now begging for attention, precum mixing with raindrops.
Max takes his hand away from Harvey's ass so that he can stroke his own cock - he licks his own precum from his fingers, tastes Harvey's ass on those fingers, feels a supercharged thrill of intense horniness run through his body, rests the head against Harvey's pulsing hole. "You want this, yeah?"
"Please Max, I want this, I need this".
Max leans forward, slowly pushing the head of his cock into Harvey's ass. Harvey moans loudly, he doesn't care who hears, he's totally lost in the moment. Max holds Harvey's legs apart as he slowly slides his cock an inch deeper. "Push out, it'll make it easier". Harvey does as he's told, and feels Max's thick cock pushing further into him, until Max is balls deep. Max holds still for a few moments, letting Harvey get used to the feeling of having a cock inside him, and than gently pulls out until only the head of his dick remains in Harvey's ass, and then more forcefully pushes back in.Harvey let's out an even louder moan, discomfort giving way to unparalleled pleasure.
Harvey reaches forward with his right hand, to take hold of his cock - Max knocks his hand away, whilst increasing the tempo with his thrusts. "Hands off - that dick is mine".
Harvey obeys - his fingers trail through the hair on his belly, up to his chest. He pinches one nipple, then the other. His dick oozes another stream of precum down onto his chest. "I'm so close man, I need to blow so bad".
Max speeds up, pounding his cock into Harvey, as the skies really open. There's a crack of thunder, and the rain falls heavier onto their naked bodies - Harvey could swear he sees steam rising as to raindrops hit their hot bodies, rain mixing with sweat and precum.
"Oh god!" Harvey cries, as he watches Max above him - he's never been in love before, but right now he knows he's deeply, lustfully but blessed with the sexy guy fucking him into oblivion. To think he was just going to wank this load out - this is the fuck of his life.
"I'm your God?" Max smiles, the sexiest smile Harvey has ever seen, a smile that makes his cock twitch harder than ever. He feels his balls tightening, drawing up to his body. Max thrusts, pounds Harvey's ass, again, and again, raising one arm above him and placing a hand behind his head, leaning back slightly, pushing his dick further into Harvey.
"I can't take it Max, My cock, please, make me-" Harvey breaks off as Max grabs hold of his throbbing cock, like it's an extension of his own. He thrusts, deeper, harder, and squeezes Harvey's cock, stroking faster.
Max feels Harvey's dick harden, if possible, even more. He feels the tell-tale tightening of Harvey's ass around his cock.
"Close your eyes" Max tells Harvey.
"Huh?" Harvey can barely breathe, he's so high on this fuck.
"Close your eyes, trust me".
Harvey closes his eyes, feels the rain pounding down on to him, feels Max inside him, feels Max's hand on his cock, Max's thumb rubbing the underside of the head of Harvey's cock, feels his ass muscles clench. And sees stars.
Flashes of light, colours, fireworks in his head. He feels Max go deeper than ever, one huge thrust, and then feels himself cumming.
Oh, he cums.
With his eyes closed, Harvey feels the torrent of cum, feels his cock exploding, every inch of him - his whole body - vibrating, tingling, escaping himself, levitating, shooting for the skies.
A volley of cum falls heavily across his face, then another, bigger, landing in his hair and on the arm lying above his head. More, this time falling shorter on his chest; more, more, more cum than he's ever shot in his life. He opens his eyes to see two, three, four more ropes of cum spray onto his belly. He feels cum rolling down his face. And then he feels a sensation totally new to him, the post-orgasm withdrawal of a cock from his ass. It makes him squirm with agonising pleasure, his still-hard dick jumps, and another small jet of cum dribbles out.
And now there is more cum flying: Max, furiously stroking, fires rope after rope of cum down over Harvey's cock, belly, chest, face. Instinctively Harvey opens his mouth and leans his head forwards, catching what cum he can, hungrily swallowing. Max empties himself, moaning, slumping forwards and stroking out the final few drops of cum. He's out of breath, spent, exhausted. His hair is soaked, rain streaming down his face and chest.
Max lowers Harvey's legs either side of him, leans forwards, and licks the length of Harvey's slowly softening dick. Max continues up Harvey's body, his tongue collecting a mixture of their cum mixed with metallic rainwater. He reaches Harvey's neck - Max raises his head, looks into Harvey's eyes, and then kisses him passionately, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, a cum cocktail shared between them.
They pull apart, make eye contact again, and then both look up as they realise the rain has stopped, and a ray of piercing sunshine has found its way through the foliage. They're lit like gods, glistening.
Max grins: "Welcome to the rest of your life, Harvey Blake."
Would you want to read more about Harvey, or Max, or other characters in their universe? Let me know. Also let me know if this story made you laugh, made you cum, made you edge, or totally turned you off... I'd love to hear from you. Email me at holdingurown@gmail.com