Jay Earns His "A" -- Part 4
By arthur990x
"If I sprint, I can make it to my final in four minutes," thought Jay as he wiped his face with a towel and threw on the first t-shirt he could find. Still bathed in the scent of sweat and sex, he had no choice but to leave immediately, sit in the back of the lecture hall, and hope that no one noticed.
Jay ran as fast as he could, his mind racing as fast as his feet. "I just had Chris's dick in my mouth. And how his cum is in my stomach, sloshing around as I'm running. If someone had told me a week ago that I was going to suck another guy off AND lose my ass-virginity, I would have beat the shit out of them. Now I've done both within 24 hours. And Chris expects me to be his bitch from here on out. Well, that's not happening. I'm going home for Christmas break and when I get back, there will be no more of this homo shit. And for good measure, I'm going to fuck Paige Richardson while I'm home. Her tight pussy should help me put all this behind me."
He rapidly climbed the last flight of stairs and ran down the final hallway. He glanced at his watch. Three minutes, thirty-five seconds. Not bad. Looking up, he had just enough time to stop himself from completely plowing into a guy right outside lecture hall. He did run into the back of him, hard enough to push him forward a few steps.
"Sorry about that, bro," Jay said. "Wasn't lookin' were I was going."
"I'm not your 'bro,' moron," the guy said as he started to turn around. "And you better fucking watch . . . Well! If it isn't 'Gay for an A' Jay. How did you sleep last night, sweetheart? I'm surprised you can walk . . ."
Jay was mortified. It was Adam. He never expected to see him again, especially this soon after . . . Jay turned to enter the room, but Adam put his arm in the doorframe and blocked the way.
"Where you off to? Final with Dr. Eubanks? No need to hurry. He never starts on time. Don't you want to stay and chat for a bit? Discuss fine art, literature, the fact that you blew your load without touching yourself while my dick was buried in your butt."
"Will you fucking keep your voice down," Jay loudly whispered, leaning in toward Adam. "That was a deal between you and me, NOT the entire school."
Adam moved forward toward Jay's face, almost as if he was going to kiss him. Jay didn't move. The two stood silently for a few seconds before Adam spoke. "From the smell of it, that deal was between you, me, and the guy you blew this morning."
"That ridiculous . . ."
"Don't deny it, cum breath. Save it for someone who isn't intimately familiar with that smell. So who was it? Chem professor? Random dorm guy in the shower? Or did you roommate actually hear you squeal last night?"
Jay turned red and looked away.
"Holy fuck! That's it! Your roomie heard you banging the teacher and decided he wanted in on the action. Does he have a nice cock? Maybe we could set up a threesome . . ."
"Fuck you," Jay said, walking into the lecture hall. He sat a few rows from the top, so it didn't look entirely like he was avoiding the rest of the class. To his dismay, Adam came and sat right beside him.
"You're not even in this class. Get the hell out," Jay commanded, but Adam just stared him down.
"You think the prof is going to notice one extra person in a room of a hundred or more? Not likely. Besides, it would look weird if I left now," Adam responded as the TA handed them both a test and pencil.
The exam started shortly thereafter and Jay tried very hard to concentrate on the questions. He could feel Adam staring at him, glancing up and down his body. He felt like a piece of meat at market.
Not long into the exam, the prof started grading other papers and the TA fell asleep reading. Jay finally started focusing when he felt a hand on his lower back moving slowing down toward the top of his running shorts. The hand caressed his skin, sending chills up and down his spine. Slowly a few fingers slipped past the elastic waistband and made their way to Jay's bubble butt, kneading and massaging and generally causing him to lose any focus he might have had. He used his left arm in a failed attempt to stop Adam's intrusion.
Adam looked down at the table like he was in the exam. He whispered just loud enough for Chris to hear him, "Try and stop my fun again and I make a scene. They'll likely accuse us both of cheating. Besides, you're enjoying this more than I am. You're pitching a tent big enough for a boy scout troop."
Jay's cock betrayed him again. The thin red shorts hardly concealed his raging hard on. Adam pulled at the back of Jay's shorts. Jay found himself lifting his ass off the seat to aid their removal.
Adam's finger found its way to Jay's rosebud, gently massaging and lightly probing, tapping it lightly several times.
"Knock, knock," Adam whispered with a huge grin. "Rosie and her sisters here to pay you a visit."
"Adam, please. I'm trying to pass this final."
Jay simply responded, "I'm here to help you relax."
With that, Adam inserted his dry middle finger. Jay grunted and then coughed to cover it up. The digit entered him slowly and with some resistance, but once inside it explored slowly and with care, probing every crevice and nook. Jay felt like he had some living entity in his gut. He wondered if this was what it was like to be pregnant. . . . Jay did feel relaxed and filled and distraught. He was in a public place with a man's hand inside him, and he was rock fucking hard. Then it happened. Adam's finger hit what Jay found himself desperately hoping it would hit. His leg jumped unexpectedly in response.
"Bull's eye," Adam snickered. "I found your happy button, Jay. And I'm gonna push it real slow. The way you responded to being dicked, I knew you'd enjoy a nice finger bang." He inserted a second finger and began moving them in and out. "Every girl needs a good deep tissue massage now and again. Your boy pussy just needs it more than others." His paced quickened and Jay started panting, one hand clamped on the front the desk, his other digging into Adam's thigh.
"So few of you homophobic jocks realize the orgasmic potential of your back door. Sure you might let a girl stick a pinky up there or even explore the region in a drunken masturbatory stupor, but as you now see, Jay, your ass was meant for something more. Your mangina is special. And I bet there are more guys like you out there, Jay. Guys who have clits that could put a woman to shame. Guys who are meant to bottom--to take it up the ass--to provide a nice tight home for a real man's cock. Sometimes you ladies just need a little NUDGE."
Adam rammed his fingers in all the way in. Jay leaned forward on the table and coated the inside of his shorts. His leg convulsed uncontrollably, kneeing the bottom of the table a few times. The guy in the row in front of them turned around to see what was happening. Adam smiled and nodded. The guy quickly turned back.
Jay continued to spasm for a few seconds before regaining his composure. Adam removed his fingers from Jay's still twitching hole and wiped them on the back of Jay's white shirt. As he stood up, Adam shoved "his exam" in Jay's left pocket, tussled Jay's hair, pulled Jay's shorts up from behind, and headed out the door.
Now recovered from his high and incredibly embarrassed and self-conscious about what just happened, Jay buried his head in the exam and finished as quickly as possible. As he was about to stand up to leave, he remembered that the front of his shorts were going to have a huge wet spot. Thinking quickly, he used the exam Adam shoved in his pocket to cover his front. He walks out of the lecture hall staring down at the exam that has written across it, "Call me after break. -Your TA of Love" and a cell number.
Jay looked like an idiot walking back to the dorm with a piece of paper covering his front--as if people couldn't tell what he was doing. But aside from a few smirks and snickers, his walk back was uneventful. It gave him time to think about Adam's note.
He entered his dorm and headed straight for the nearest garbage can, intending to throw the note away. He tossed the note in the can and took two steps. Then he stopped. His second thought surprised him, but for whatever reason he didn't want to give up that connection with Adam. "He was my first..." thought Jay then aloud: "What the fuck am I thinking!?"
He walked forward and reached the stairs but found himself stopped on the first step. "What if he just wants to talk about what happened?" Jay thought to himself. "Why am I rationalizing? If I want to keep the number, then I should keep the damn number." He ran back, grabbed the note, and headed back to his room.
On his way up, he check his phone. He was expecting a call from his older brother, Mark, to arrange for his pick up tomorrow. He opened his door still flicking through his text messages.
"Welcome back, Jay."
The baritone voice scared the hell out of him. It wasn't Chris's. He finally noticed that Amir, his RA, was sitting on his bed using his laptop. Amir set the computer down and stood up. He was shirtless and barefoot, wearing only a pair of white sleep shorts that contrasted nicely with his mocha skin.
"What's up, Amir?" asked Jay, remembering that Amir had caught him in the shower last night, moaning with three fingers up his ass. "Can I help you with something?" Jay was slightly stunned. Amir's near perfect physique, cut abs, and exotic tone left his jaw slightly agape. Jay rather reluctantly admitted to himself that his sexscapades of the past day and half were enjoyable, if completely against everything he believed in, but seeing Amir almost naked (again) stirred a feeling in the deepest reaches of his gut, a sensation that he used to get when he first started approaching girls he wanted to sleep with. It was a nervous shyness, a tension that rose out of desired mutual . . . attraction. "Shit," thought Jay. "Do I think my RA is hot?"
"So how 'bout it, Jay?" asked Amir.
"What, sorry, I missed what you said. Tired from finals and all. Heh," Jay stammered like a pre-teen at a middle school dance.
"Your checkout forms for winter break. They were due two days ago. If you don't have them now, then, well . . ."
Jay interrupted, "I'll let you fuck me."
"What!?"
"Jesus! What I meant to say was . . . ::sigh:: Fuck it." Jay dropped all pretense in his mind, accepting the fact that more than anything in the world at this moment, he wanted to experience that fullness of being screwed. And he wanted to experience it with Amir. "I'm sure that not turning in the form is a serious offense. And in return for not reporting me, I'll let you fuck me, which I know is what you were going to ask for anyway."
"Goddamn, man. I was gonna say if you don't have them now then you'll have to wait until tomorrow morning when I can get some more." Jay just stared back blankly. Had he really misread the situation this badly? At this point, it was all or nothing. Jay threw off his shirt and dropped his shorts.
"Well, shit, dude. If you want it that bad, who am I to deny your pussy the sustenance it craves. On the bed and on your back. Pull your knees up to your chest."
Jay was in position before Amir could finish the sentence. Having cum more times in the last day than he had in the last week, Jay couldn't believe how hard he was and how horny he felt. It reminded him of the first time he fucked a girl, how he came quickly and, running off intense amounts of adrenaline, was able to stay hard and fuck her again.
Amir lifted Jay's ass and put a pillow underneath, running his fingers between Jay's anus and scrotum. "I can feel the heat coming off you, Jay," he said. "Like a bitch in heat." He started rubbing his dick in the same area, gently rubbing Jay's taint with his erection. Jay closed his eyes to prepare himself mentally for his second dicking in 24 hours.
"Tell me what you want," commanded Amir.
"Ummmm, isn't it sort of obvious?" Jay was suddenly a little self-conscious, even embarrassed by his position.
Amir started slapping Jay's balls with his cock. "Tell me what you want. Or you're not getting it."
Jay jerked ever so slightly each time Amir hit his testes. He took a deep breath and quickly blurted, "I want you to have sex with me."
Amir laughed, deep from his gut. "That's it? You want me to make love to you? Call you sweetie and honey and lil' darling? You want me to consummate our relationship? HA. Spare me. That's not what you want. Tell me what you really fucking want. Tell me what I saw you searching for in the depths of your ass in the shower."
Jay could feel himself getting emotionally distraught. "Why did Amir have to do this?" thought Jay. "Why couldn't he just . . . Just what? Just fucking say it you cowardly piece of . . ."
Jay yelled, very loudly, "I want you to fuck the shit out of me. I want you to pound me hard, deep, and long. I want you to hit my clit with your manhood and make me feel so fucking good that I drain my nuts all over myself. FUCK ME FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!"
Amir obliged. With a look of intense determination on his face, he lined up his pre-cum-drenched cock with Jay's shuddering hole and sunk his rod in with one sustained thrust.
Jay gasped but held in a scream. Amir shook his head. "Don't give me that look. I didn't hear anything about lube in that little break down you just had. All I heard was, 'I'm a bitch who needs it bad.' Here it is, slut."
Amir wasn't gentle per se, but compared to the brutal nature of Jay's first fuck, Amir seemed like caring partner. Amir withdrew his cock almost completely, watching Jay's grasp at his retreating member. Jay's backdoor practically begged to be filled, and if his body's language wasn't enough, the look on Jay's face said it all: The look of a child whose favorite toy had been ripped from his arms. Amir returned his dick back to its new home with a thrust similar to the initial penetration, this time holding it inside. He move his cock left, right, up, and down, exploring every depth of Jay's love tunnel. Jay could feel the hot member deep inside him while Amir's balls lightly grazed his ass.
"Let your legs go," ordered Amir. He grabbed Jay's muscular calves and brought them to his shoulders. He leaned forward and put his hands on the bed on either side of Jay's chest. "From here I can stare right into your eyes as I screw your jock brains out," Amir said, beginning a much quicker pace. Jay returned the intense gaze. "Your pussy is so fucking tight, dude," Amir commented. "And the way it squeezes me . . . it's like it knows exactly what it wants." The pace continued to quicken. "It this what you want, Jay? You want to have hot dick in your ass all the time? You want to yelp like puppy with each thrust and squeal like a pig when you jizz? I think I can help you out, Jay. I think . . ."
They were suddenly interrupted by a strange noise. It caught them both off guard. They both stopped. Listened. It was a ringtone. Amir withdrew quickly, leaving Jay disappointed, and reached down into the red shorts on the floor.
"It's your phone, dude. Wanna answer it?" Amir asked, pushing the phone toward Jay.
"Are you serious?" Jay asked. The scene was somewhat humourous: Jay with his legs spread, body drenched in sweat, and Amir with a raging erection holding a phone out to the guy he was just stuffing full of dick.
"Hmmm. You're right," Amir said, ramming his cock back into Jay. "You're busy." He started slowly dicking Jay with a devious grin on his face. "But it might be important, so I better answer."
"WHAT!? Don't you fucking . . ." but it was too late.
"Hello," Amir answered, continuing his wickedly slow massage of Jay's insides. "No, sorry, this is Amir, Jay's Residence Assistant. He's busy at the moment. He just handed me the phone and told me to answer." Jay was freaking out in more ways than one. "Oh! Hello, Mark. Yes, I remember you. We met on move in day. Yes, of course." Amir was purposely grinding Jay's prostate, causing him to squirm and hold back moans. Jay felt like he was going to explode. "What's so important that Jay couldn't answer himself? I don't know really. He's had something up his butt lately--moaning and groaning about one thing or another." Jay could feel his stomach turn but at the same time felt like he had found paradise, and it's name was Amir's big dick. "Yeah, probably just stress from finals or girls problems. Sure, I'll give him the message. Yeah. Take care. Peace." Amir threw the phone on the night stand, grabbed Jay's beefy thighs, and started pounding him as hard as he could.
"Do you have any idea how insanely hot it was just now talking to your smokin' hot brother while stimulating your pussy? If he only knew that his little bro' had such a sweet ass, I bet he would have been laying pipe since middle school."
The relentless fucking and intensity of the entire situation sent Jay WAY over the edge. His dick became a fountain of sticky juice as Jay experienced the greatest orgasm of his life. All his muscles contracted and he felt like he couldn't get enough physical sensation. He grabbed Amir's hand and stuck Amir's fingers in his mouth, sucking on them like they contained life-sustaining sustenance.
Amir couldn't hold out through Jay's intense cumming, especially after Jay started macking with his fingers. Amir made one final push through Jay's rapidly contracting sphincter and unloaded what felt like a gallon of semen into Jay's hungry cunt.
"HOLY FUCK," screamed Amir. "Your ass it milking me like a fucking dairy farmer."
He collapsed on top of Jay who was still experiencing minor muscle tremors. They both laid there for a moment, tired and panting. Amir's cock every so slowly fell out of Jay's flooded butt. WHen it was completely expelled, Jay couldn't hide his disappointment. Amir said, "OK. But it'll only be hard for another minute," and slid his penis back into place.
Jay couldn't believe how quickly he had come to like, almost NEED, the sensation of having a full anus. It just felt so . . . comforting.
Amir lifted his head from Jay's chest and looked him in the eyes, green meeting blue. Jay opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, Amir did what to Jay was the unthinkable: He kissed him.
It lasted a few hours in Jay's mind but was probably no more than a few seconds, their lips fondling each other and their tongues dancing a tango.
When it was over, Amir pulled out of Jay and stood of quickly, using the white shirt Jay had been wearing to clean himself. Jay was still too stunned to move.
Amir put his shorts back on and said, "Your brother will be here at 2 p.m. to pick you up. He said to be ready or he's leaving you here."
Jay had no reaction.
Amir chuckled, remarking, "I know I'm good, but I've never actually fucked anyone's brains out. You OK?"
"I don't know," Jay replied. He said the only thing he could think of, "I've never kissed a guy before."
"Are you serious?" asked Amir.
Jay nodded. "I wasn't even gay until last night."
Amir laughed hysterically. "Jay, it sounds like you have a lot of things to figure out. Frankly, I don't care what you are. Gay. Straight. Bi. Super Gay. As long as your tight ass loves getting plowed, I'm interested in doing the field work. You know where to find me. Have a relaxing break."
With that, Amir left and Jay passed out--exhausted, confused, but completely satisfied.
END OF PART 4
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Hope you enjoyed part 4 of my first story. Be on the look out for part 5 and beyond. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.
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