Professor Slate watched as the hand outs reached the students in the last row of the classroom and then cleared his throat. "You may begin. Good luck!" He sat down behind the desk at the front of the room and picked up his phone as the sounds of pens scratching along papers filled the air. He glanced up once more a minute later, eyes searching the room for anything amiss as his History 201 class labored over the exam.
Seated near the middle of the classroom, one student was staring at his test intently without writing. Van Branson didn't seem all that different from the other students who were filling the desks around him. At 18 he was a freshman in his first semester at college and he would have been hard to pick out of a crowd of his peers as anything special. Van was attractive without being breathtakingly beautiful, his hazel eyes, brown hair, and average height accentuating his boy next door appeal. He had a nice body, but not one that showed any signs of frequent use of the campus gym. In short, Van appeared to be just your average college student.
Appearances can be deceptive. After reading over the first few questions, Van reached down and pressed a button on the side of the wristwatch he was wearing. There was a sudden silence in the room, all the pen scratchings, shifting in chairs, and nervous coughs of Van's classmates ceasing instantly. Van glanced up and looked around. There was no sign of surprise on his face at seeing his Professor and all of his classmates frozen like statues.
No, Van wasn't surprised in the least. This seemingly average college student was, in fact, the cause of this strange development. The watch that Van was wearing was not your typical timepiece. When Van had been a small child, his Grandfather had told him tall tales about the power to freeze time, claiming that he could do so at will. Van had never been able to figure out just how Grandpa Sam had done certain magic tricks - standing in front of Van empty handed one moment and then handing him an ice cream cone in the next, for instance- but Grandpa Sam had always claimed that one day Van would be able to work the magic himself.
Four months earlier, during the summer after Van graduated from high school, his Grandpa Sam had passed away. A week after the funeral, Van had come home from working his summer job to find a package waiting for him on the hall table with the rest of the mail. There hadn't been a return address, but when Van opened the box he'd found a note in his Grandfather's distinctive handwriting:
"Ironically enough, kid, my time is finally running out. Enjoy this gift and remember that even those who can control time can't beat it forever. Have fun."
The box had also contained his Grandfather's watch. For the rest of the summer, Van hadn't even given the watch much thought. He'd loved his grandfather and was touched by the gift, but he was busy with his job and with getting ready to start college. Toward the end of the summer he'd picked it up and put it on his wrist one night, smiling at the memory of his Grandfather's tales. The watch kept perfect time, Van noticed. There was a button on the side that Van assumed was to light up the face in the dark, but when he pressed it nothing had happened.
At least, that's what he'd thought at first. When he'd walked out of his room a few minutes later and found his parents frozen in place in the dining room Van had slowly realized that his Grandfather hadn't just been a making up stories to amuse him. Over the next week, Van had experimented with the watch constantly and discovered that he could freeze time completely with push of the button and that those who were frozen would resume their lives without noticing any pause once he'd started time again.
Since then, Van had used the watch for more practical reasons, like getting a full meal in the dining center without having to swipe his card, and for passing exams. Van had always been a decent student, but the temptation to not worry about tests was too strong to resist. He'd developed a system already: read a few questions, freeze time and grab the book or his notes and find the answers, start time back up, and repeat as needed.
"Okay, let's see..." Van muttered to himself in the silent classroom as he reached down to get his history book out of his bag. "Shit!" Van turned his attention to his bag and realized that he'd left the book he needed sitting on his desk in his dorm room. Van got up with a sigh and left the room. He jogged down the stairs and out of the building into the brisk fall weather. Van took his time strolling across the campus, looking around at the people, squirrels, and birds frozen in action. Even the leaves of the trees were frozen in mid gust of wind.
Van reached his dorm and trotted up the stairs to his room on the fourth floor. Van shared a double with Carson, a guy who had been a total stranger to him just a few months ago. Luckily, they got along pretty well. Carson was a laid back, easy going guy, tall with dark hair. He was naturally charming and made friends easily. If Van had one complaint about Carson, it was that he was always Skyping with his high school girlfriend, who was going to college on the other side of the country. More than once, Carson had asked Van to make himself scarce in the evening for an hour so that they could have some privacy to get as intimate as was possible in a Skype based relationship.
Still, some guys had to deal with roommates who locked them out all night to have some woman sleep over, so Van was fairly lucky. He hadn't yet had any sleepovers himself, but he was fairly sure that Carson would be cool if he did, even though it would be two guys going at it. Van was gay and had let Carson know that before they'd even met, when they'd chatted by phone and text after the school sent them each others contact info as paired up roommates.
Taking his keys from his pocket, Van unlocked the door to his dorm room and stepped inside, his eyes on his desk across the room. The history book was just where he'd left it. Grabbing it, Van turned back towards the door and then stopped in his tracks, almost as if he himself had just been frozen in time.
Van's mouth dropped open in shock. He couldn't quite believe the scene that was frozen in front of him. When he'd stopped time earlier, Carson had been in their room and he hadn't been alone. Van walked slowly forward towards Carson's bed, where his lanky roommate was laying completely naked. Carson was propped up on his elbows, looking down at a blonde chick who was kneeling on the bed between his legs.
It took Van a few seconds to tear his eyes away from Carson and study the girl long enough to recognize her as someone who lived one floor up in their dorm. Addie? Abby? Something like that.Whatever her name was, she'd been frozen with one hand wrapped around the base of Carson's cock, her tongue extended out in mid lick down the length of the shaft.
Van's heart was pounding in his chest and his own dick was quickly expanding in the tight confines of his pants. The size of Carson's dick was astounding. Van had never seen his roommate naked before and he'd never have guessed what a monster he was packing. It had to be eight inches, maybe nine.
Van let his eyes pour over every inch of his friend, noting the patch of hair in the center of his chest that connected to a fuzzy trail that lead down to the surprisingly full bush that surrounded the base of his cock. Van raised his eyes to Carson's face and a small groan escaped his own mouth as he noticed that his roommate was biting his lip in an incredibly sexy way as he looked down at the chick sucking his dick, his eyes hazy with lust.
All thoughts of the exam were gone from Van's mind. He could only think of the scene in front of him. How long had these two been hooking up? Did they do it every time he left for his History 201 class? Van knew Carson didn't have a class at that time, but he'd always said he played basketball at the gym or went for a swim during that hour.
Carson had never been an object of lust for Van until this moment. For one thing, he knew Carson was straight and Van had never been into the whole lusting after straight guys thing. But damn, that dick, that lip bite, that look in his eyes, it was just too much. Van reached into his pants and squeezed his own six inches tightly, his heart continuing to pound. Should he?
Van had never used the watch for anything like this, but the temptation was just too strong. After all, Carson would never know, so it's not like it would make things awkward between them.
Making up his mind, Van tossed aside his history book and pulled his pants and briefs down in a single move. Yanking his shirt off over his head, Van moved over to Carson's bed. The first thing to do was deal with Abby/Addie. Van placed his arms around her waist, grateful that she was still mostly clothed with just her tits hanging out over the top of her tank top. Van pulled her down and then over the side of the bed, situating her on the floor. She looked ridiculous laying there, her boobs hanging out and her tongue, deprived of its treat, sticking out in the air, the hand that had been around Carson's dick still curved around nothing.
Van wasted no time in assuming her place between his roommates spread legs. Breathing in deeply, Van inhaled the scent of man that was always an intoxicant. Looking up at his roommate, he tentatively placed a hand on his hairy leg and slowly ran it up to Carson's thigh. This was so erotic, and so wrong, touching Carson this way. After a moment, Van lost his hesitation and went for it, running his own tongue up and down Carson's legs and thighs, sucking gently on his hairy balls. Then, skipping the ultimate prize for a moment, Van moved up to Carson's stomach and chest, licking and sucking, following that sexy treasure trail with his mouth and enjoying every second.
Carson looked so hot, propped up on his elbows looking down. Van didn't want to break the scene, but he reached up and gently raised one of Carson's arms in the air. Van had always been turned on by armpits, and he had to sample his roommates. Burying his nose in them one at a time, raising first one arm and then the other, van licked and sucked at his roommie's hairy pits, savoring the faint taste of his sweat before propping him back up on his elbows.
Carson's rock hard cock, once held aloft by Abby/Addie's hand, still stood straight up in the air. Jumping up, Van grabbed his phone from his pants and took a few pictures of Carson, just so that he could relive this moment any time he wanted. That done, he laid back down between Carson's legs and slowly licked his way up that magnificent cock.
It tasted so good, salty and manly and so warm in his mouth. Van closed his lips around the head and began sucking in earnest. After a few minutes, he began to practice his deep throating technique, gagging and coughing while Carson gazed down at him with that look of frozen lust on his face.
"God, Carson, I had no idea. How am I going to live with you, knowing you've got this between your legs? I'm going to want it constantly!" Van muttered, looking up into Carson's eyes.
Finally, after several minutes of sucking, licking, choking and gagging, Van sat back. It was obvious that Carson couldn't cum in a frozen state, but Van was ready to bust. For a fleeting moment, he imagined lubing himself up and sitting on that cock, bouncing until he blew his load. It was so tempting, but he was already so overheated by this experience, he had to cum now. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he quietly reminded himself that this didn't have to be the only time for him and Carson. The opportunities would be endless...
Van leaned down again, sucking the head of Carson's cock into his mouth while he pounded his own dick. He moaned around the thick meat as he shot his load all over Carson's hairy legs.
Van collapsed backward against the wall, panting and catching his breath. After a few minutes, he slowly climbed out of bed and grabbed one of Carson's socks, discarded on the floor with the rest of his clothes when he started his fuck session with what's her name, and used it to clean up his cum from Carson's legs.
Van got dressed and then moved Abby/Addie back into position, taking a second to squeeze her tits out of curiosity. He'd never touched tits before and he knew from what his roommate had said many times that Carson was a tit man. There wasn't much appeal there, Van quickly decided, but somehow fondling the tits that he knew Carson himself must have been squeezing with great lust, the tits that had contributed to that raging hard on that Van had just sampled, seemed to bring him even closer to his roommate.
For a minute, he longed to step outside the door, restart time, and then barge in and catch the two of them at it. What would Carson say? How long had he been cheating on his long distance girlfriend with this lucky chick? The thought of Carson knowing that his gay roommate had just had an eyeful of that massive meat was a turn on, too, somehow. Would Carson be embarrassed? Proud? Worried that his gay roommate would want him and that giant tool?
The test, though. Van couldn't just vanish into thin air, someone would notice. He had to be back in his seat when he started time back up. With one last lingering look, Van closed the door behind him and walked slowly back to class. His dick got hard again in his pants on the way, his mind playing back everything that had just happened.
The closer he got to the building where his exam was taking place, the more he suddenly noticed all of the frozen guys surrounding him. Those two tossing the football in the quad, for instance, or that guy on the bike with what looked to be a nice bulge in his shorts.
Slipping into his seat, Van's eyes roamed the room. That blond stud over there, with the tight shirts that showed off his gym bod... that impossibly sexy frat boy whom Van had heard using the word 'fag' last week... even Professor Slate, with his handsome face and salt and pepper hair... the possibilities for fun were endless. Why had it taken him this long to realize it?
Van took a final look at the pictures he'd taken of Carson, squeezing his cock again before he put his phone away. Picking up his history book, he began to look up the answers. There would be plenty of time for fun later.