This is a fictional story about sex between two college guys. If you like it, be sure to let me know at ng.ben9@gmail.com. I welcome any feedback.
Yes Master! Part 1
My college years were among the best years of my life. From high school to college, life was a big change. In high school, your schedule was set for you. You take all the classes assigned to you; there wasn't much choice. In college, you get to choose your major and make your own schedule. You can pack all classes on three days; even two sometimes, but that would mean four classes a day, which was insane, but I liked it as it cut down on traffic time.
It was the first day of school. I was excited to start. Looking at the schedule on my hand, I have arranged classes on three days only: Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. It was Monday, and the first class was English. Everyone had to take English 1 and 2 to graduate, so they were always packed. Actually, the professors who were known to give higher grades were the most popular, of course, and their classes were quickly filled. For new students like me, we didn't get a chance to compete, so we took whatever was available. As I tried to find my way to the classroom, I was looking around, locating the building in my mind.
Since it was the first day, I arrived early. I made it to class fifteen minutes before schedule. I picked a seat and looked around. People were chatting, making friends. Some were new students, some were not. I didn't know anyone yet, so I just sat by myself. A minute later a guy entered. At that time I didn't pay attention to him at all. He was just an average Joe, slightly overweight but not particularly good looking (or bad). He looked around, studying each person's face, then came to mine. He made eye contact with me briefly then immediately looked away. But he looked again, and this time he lingered. He looked up and down my body. He moved about in the classroom, but his gaze never left me. He picked a seat behind me, at an angle. Again, at that time I didn't pay a lot of attention, but thinking back, he has had his eyes on me since the beginning.
As I was sitting by myself, I kept looking around. I liked observing people, kind of being an outsider looking into the world. As I looked around I noticed that guy behind me. Every time I turned my head he was looking at me, and every time we made eye contact he immediately looked away. Weird, but who cares. College was full of weird people. I've read about a guy insisting to attend all classes completely naked and said school rules weren't against it, and another guy insisting to pay his tuition in pennies. He had buckets full of pennies unloaded at the cashier. Anyway, I just acted normal and soon the class started and I forgot about the guy.
So, the first class was over. 10 am to 12 noon. It wasn't that bad. As we walked out of the classroom, most people were heading to the cafeteria for lunch. I bought some food and found a place to sit. Then I noticed that guy again. He didn't sit next to me; he sat behind me, at an angle, just like in class. And he kept looking at me. Creepy! I pretended nothing happened and ate my food. When I finished I went to the restroom to pee and wash my hands.
I was at the urinal peeing, when, you guessed it, that creepy guy walked in! I was feeling stalked! I was a football jock in college, a big guy. I was into wrestling too. I wasn't afraid of what he could do to me, but he was freaking me out. What was he trying to do? I wasn't finished with peeing so I continued, but that guy went right next to me and unzipped. He was looking at my cock! Shamelessly! He pulled out his cock but he wasn't even peeing. He just stared at my cock the whole time.
I was pissed. "Are you checking me out?"
He looked at me in shock, then immediately looked down. He didn't answer me, but quickly zipped up and turned to leave. I was even more pissed at him ignoring me, so I followed and grabbed his shoulder, turning him around.
"You've been stalking me and watching me. What the hell do you want?"
He looked embarrassed and unsure of how to answer. He looked at my face briefly then looked down, and his eyes were glued to my cock. In my haste to stop him from leaving, my cock was still hanging out of my pants for him to see. I wasn't sure of what to do. I was torn between punching him, pushing him away, or just zipping up and leaving. I've never had a guy so blatantly checking me out. At that time, I thought I was straight. I could be secretly gay, but I wasn't fully aware of it then, and being in football, everyone tried to put up a masculine front.
For a few seconds we just stood facing each other. I still wasn't sure how to react, and the worst thing happened. My cock started getting hard. Why? I wasn't entirely sure. May be it was his undivided attention. He was admiring my cock. He must have wanted it. May be I was thinking about what he could be doing to it. I couldn't remember, but I was really embarrassed. Right at that moment, the restroom door opened and someone walked in. My stalker immediately turned to leave, while I zipped up and washed my hands. When I exited the restroom, that guy was gone. My cock was growing in my pants. I must have been thinking what I could do with that guy, if he liked my cock so much. The next class was 2 - 4 pm. It was Math 7, another class that everyone had to take. Would I see my stalker?
Since I had nothing better to do, I went to class early. I looked at my watch; it was 1:45 pm. Fifteen minutes before class was to start. I sat down, again near the middle of the classroom. A couple of minutes later that guy appeared, and sure enough he sat behind me, at an angle. I turned around, stretched out my hand and said, "Hi, I'm Ben, you are?"
He was shocked and it took him a while to shake my hand and replied, "Er... hi, I'm Dan." We looked at each other for a moment, unsure of what to say. I really wanted to ask him why he was stalking me, but that wasn't the right place to do it. My cock stirred in my pants again, as I thought about what just happened in the restroom. Would he suck my cock?
I decided to be bold and ask him directly. I leaned in close and whispered, "Wanna suck me?" And before he could reply, I stood and walked towards the restroom. I went to the men's room, stood at the urinal and pretended to be peeing. A minute later Dan came in. I looked around and seeing no one was watching, I walked inside the last stall. Dan came in shortly and locked the door behind him.
"So, you want my cock, huh?"
Without saying a word, he got on his knees and started to unzip me. He took out my aching cock and without any hesitation, leaned down and sucked me. As his warm mouth engulfed my cock, I wanted to moan, but I was reminded I was in a public restroom. He was good; really good. He was very experienced and as he expertly sucked me, his hands were playing with my balls and rubbing my ass. It was by far the best blowjob I've had, up to that point. I grabbed his hair and held onto his head. It was so intense I had to grab something. As he brought me close to climax, I started bucking my hips and fucking his mouth. I was so horny I thrust hard and fast, and I came within minutes. As I shot a huge load into his mouth, he swallowed everything, every single drop. He even licked my pubes and balls clean.
When I finished cumming, his mouth slowly retreated, as if he didn't want to let go. He lingered for a few more seconds, savoring the taste, a look of concentration on his face. Finally, his mouth was off, but he admired my cock for a few seconds, before he gently put it back in my underwear and pants, then zipped me up. Wow, a full service! He stood up and looked at me longingly, like he wanted more. But as I looked at the watch, it was 1:58 pm. Class was about to start. He knew that too, so he just opened the door and walked out. I waited a few seconds before walking out, making sure no one was watching.
So, it was the first day of college, and I already found a cocksucker! Since we took the same classes, I was going to see him a lot! I marveled at my luck. When I went back to class, it was just about to start. I felt so good, still enjoying my post-orgasmic high. I didn't take in a lot what the teacher said; I was thinking of what a great blowjob it was. Clearly he had lots of practice and his mouth was big enough to swallow my entire cock, which was great. Many girls couldn't take it all. I've decided I wanted to get as many blowjobs from him as I could.
When the class was over, I walked out and saw from my peripheral vision that Dan was going in my direction. He caught up to me and said, "Hey, what class do you have now?"
"History 11."
"Me too!" He beamed.
"Yeah, those three are all required classes."
"That means we are going to see each other a lot!" He smiled.
"Yeah, I guess."
As we walked to the next classroom, which was only in the next building, Dan whispered, "Do you want another go? We have around ten minutes."
My cock was hard again. He just sucked me two hours ago and he wanted to do it again? Was he more eager to suck than I was to be sucked? Anyway, I wasn't going to turn down a great blowjob! We disappeared into the nearest restroom and were at it again in no time. He teased my cock, alternating between sucking deeply and just licking my cock head. He maintained eye contact with me the whole time. He used his hands to caress my balls lightly, driving me crazy, then he would reach behind me and rub my ass, even my crack. He would rub the area between my balls and my hole, which was really sensitive. It felt so good that I was reaching my climax quickly again. Then he did something unexpected; he inserted his finger in my hole and pushed against something that made me cum uncontrollably. It took everything for me not to scream out in pleasure. I was breathing so hard and sweating all over as I shot my second load of the day into his mouth. Again he swallowed it all, gently put my cock back and zipped me up. He smiled then opened the door to leave.
We made it to class just in time. History has always been a boring subject to me. I spent the entire time reliving the wonderful blowjob from Dan. I stole glances at him while the teacher wasn't looking; he was always looking at me, with a smile on his face. Strangely, my cock got so hard, despite just cumming twice in two hours. My hand drifted down to my pants and I intentionally let Dan see what I was doing. I wanted to see his reaction. When I turned to look at him again, he had an evil grin on his face and his hand was down in his pants too. History has just got more interesting!
When class was over, it was 6 pm, and it was already dark. As I walked out, Dan called out to me. "Hey, Ben!"
"What's up, Dan?"
"Do you... er... want to hang out at my place? It's just a couple of blocks away."
"What do you have in mind?"
"We could... you know... have fun like before... or do more." He said suggestively.
More. Was he saying what I was thinking? I definitely wanted to find out!
"Sure, Dan. I'm free. Let's go."
To be continued...
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