If you are under legal age, or do not enjoy a good story of ass romping gayness please go to another site now. Also this story is entirely fictional, and any resemblances to actual persons are completely coincidental. Actual locations are mentioned however for background.
The day was like any other. My classes were boring, work was going to suck, and my cock was on a continuous stir... hmmm if only I could change it from work was going to suck to my cock was going to get sucked...mmmmhmmm that would be nice!
I digress.. Sorry.. But you must know how it is.. When the blood starts pumping into your member... it starts pulsing.. And you just want to grind it into anything.. Or anyone..
I had to regain attention... my GTA was rambling on about something or the other... I attempted to pay attention, but my eyes keep drifting. Maybe I should explain, here I sat a college sophomore with a raging wood watching my cute young instructor's junk bulge in his tight little jeans. Lord.. I swear I could see the subtle curve of the head pressing... no screaming against the worn denim.
I snapped back into attention, my eyes zoomed back up to his eyes just in time to catch the twinkle of him catching me in the act. We both suppress a laugh, but inside I am bright red.. And below I am rock hard. I adverted my eyes and began working on my assignment as he ended his lecture.
I swear each time I looked up he was doing something to catch my attention... be it making quick eye contact or the fact I think he was purposely wiggling his ass every time he bent over to help the girl in front of me...
And a pert ass it was....
Sadly class had to end... I handed in my daily work.. Gave him a sly smile... and walked out of the room.
However, moments later I found myself across the hall in the bathroom, cock in hand.. Moan in mouth. I wanted nothing more in that moment then to have him bent over the sink... his face a mix of pain and pleasure reflecting in the mirror as I slide my thick member deep into his puckering hole.. My balls slapping off his smooth firm cheeks....
I moaned loudly as my load shoot rope after rope of thick creamy semen all over the bathroom stall and my hand. Heavily breathing I grabbed a square or two of TP wiped myself clean and headed onto my next class.
I knew I needed to work on making this fantasy reality......
Fast forward to that same night, finals were coming up and it was time for our lab's study session. I sat at home wasting time, idly stroking my member as I watched tv. Slowly my upper brain became less in control as my cock stole all the thunder... maybe I should pack a few extra things... if ya know what I mean.
I quickly hopped in the shower, the steam and lather further heightening my sex drive. My hand began slowly slipping down my abs, pale white thanks to my Irish heritage, and it rested on my rigid cock... gently I stoked my fingers through my fiery red pubes... I sighed deeply and calmed myself enough to finish my shower and speed out the door so not to be late.
Once on campus I quickly found the room for the review. Walking in late I of course got a stare from everybody. I blushed... muttered an apology... and took a seat. As I opened my notebook I caught his eye... yet again his stare seemed to be burning deep into me. I licked lips and got down to business of studying and asking questions. All while letting my eyes take in the way his jeans rode each of his perky cheeks just right.
The study session ended far to quickly, and my mood dropped as I realized it would be another night of myself, a bottle of lube, and my left hand. I got up and started gathering my stuff off of the huge wooden table our group had met around.
"Hey Mark, Stay behind for a second. You looked kind of confused on some of the information and I want to make sure you get it." His voice made me jump.
"Um... ok" I felt a twitch from within my shorts and knew if I didn't think of something like a naked Maragret Thatcher quick I would be showing a nice big wet area.
I walked over to his side of the table where he had the workbook open to some graphs and equations. Bleh, he was serious about this wasn't he?
"Here, why don't you try to work this equation out"
I bent down over the table, perhaps I even stuck my ass out a little too much... but I wanted to get home and take care of the uncomfortable bulge in my shorts so I quickly worked out the problems and took a step back from the table.
"Ok let's take a look." I couldn't help but stare at his ass as he bent over the table checking my work. I slowly licked my lips wanting nothing more than to reach out and just grab a handful.
"Looks pretty good.. Wait.. This isn't correct right here... take a look"
I stepped up and bent over looking at my apparent error. Due to the proximity of the table to the wall and placement of a book shelf I had to stand quasi behind/beside him.
"What's not right?" I was slightly annoyed because I thought I had it right... and yet again my cock was aching to be let loose.
"Right here" I couldn't see what he was pointing at so I leaned in a little closer. In an instant I realized just how close we were with mere centimeters separating my moistening crotch and his hot ass. I leaned in a little more letting my bulge slightly brush his left cheek. His whole body jerked, as did mine.
"Oh! I see right there I forgot to..." I reached with my right hand as I stated this, forcing my cock to grind deeply between his cheeks. My balls were aching to explode as my mind processed the information that only a few pieces of clothe separated us.
I decided to take a chance in that moment. Resituating myself I stood directly behind him, slowly my left hand reached around resting on his stomach right at the waist of his jeans. His breath became ragged as he pushed back from the table grinding his entire body against me.
My mind was going crazy, the smell of cologne and the slight hint of a manly musk emanated from his neck as I slowly pressed my lips against the back. A soft moan escaped both our lips.
I turned him around slowly and our eyes quickly met, passion burned deep within and without saying a word our lips and tongues twisted in a fiery dance. I half lifted half pressed him up to where he was sitting on the table with his legs wrapped tightly around me.
His hands roamed down my back as mine felt up his shirt slightly tweaking his nipples.
"We should lock the door" He moaned with ragged breath as he disengaged and locked the door quickly turning around.
I had sat in a chair... legs spread just so he could see up my shorts to my hard cock free of underwear.
In one movement he fell upon his knees in front of my. A shutter swept my body as his tongue began dancing between the waist of my shorts and my boiling hot skin. At the same time his hand snaked its way up my pants and began slowly massaging my swollen balls.
"I want to taste you" The passion in his voice almost drove me over the edge as more pre-cum dripped all over the inside of my shorts.
A feeling of despair hit me as his hand left my shorts, but quickly both hands where on my crotch massaging and undoing the zipper in quick motions. My dick practically jumped to his face, begging to be worshipped and sucked.
I threw my head back as I felt the dainty sensation of his tongue flicking my sensitive head. All my energy, all my consciousness was suddenly in the 8 inches between my legs. Slowly I felt myself disappearing into his hot velvety mouth. I moaned loudly feeling myself slide deep into his throat and his nose buried deep in my pubes.
"That's it...suck me all the way down" I moaned each time he slid his mouth off only to attack again in a feverish lolly of sucking. I could feel my sac begin to tighten... lord I was about to blow.
"I'm close" I whispered as I tried to disengage his head from my lap. He wouldn't have it.. A moan of no escaped his lips as his hands shot out to hold my arms. His mouth grew tighter as his head bobbed faster in faster. I lost it as I begun thrusting up to meet the warm target, fucking his face quicker and quicker.
"AHHHH!" I moaned as stream after stream of cum shot down his waiting throat. I threw my head back out of breath. Hearing movement I assumed he was standing, preparing for me to reciprocate.
Then I heard the door close. Opening my eyes I realized I was alone in the room. Odd... mind blowing and amazing.. But odd.
That night I saw I had an e-mail:
Mark,
I feel you still need more help. Come by my office tomorrow night. C-ya then.