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Love feedback: Sam.willswill@mail.com ********************** As Jeff and Dean stopped Jeff looked at me "Sam, shave off that goaty and I want you to continue to grow your red hair out again. Dean, be careful with him, he's a seriously horny fuck slut that you'll need to be on top of" Jeff walked towards the door "by the way I'm leaving now, here's a challenge, you two need to get back to campus, make sure you hold hands all the way" he winked. "Shut the door behind you". **********************
Part 32: Dean takes me on
The trip back, holding hands, was hardly difficult. Dean had a car. As the cottage was in the middle of nowhere we'd have had trouble walking although Dean did put the mask on over my head so I wasn't aware where I'd been taken.
We arrived back at my halls at 6am, first light. Walked hand in hand up to my room like a pair of scally lovers. As I let us into my room I looked around. It seemed different instantly, smelt different. On the walls were pictures of scantily clad women, there was cheap deodorant and shower gel, then came my clothes. 10 matching black wet look tracksuits, 10 pairs of white socks, white trainers. A full on scally look. There were also two black jocks.
"So here's how it is. You'll see the room has been kitted out for your look, your clothes are here. You only get two jocks as I expect you to be commando most of the time. You always dress like this. You shower twice a day and smell of the shower gel and deodorant. Now, get some sleep, I'll send you instructions later"
I nodded, stunned. I couldn't believe my room was stripped, my clothes gone. I looked at myself in the mirror. The wet look tracksuit was a big look. Zips had to be to the neck and the gloves came from inside the wrist so it looked like a one piece. I stripped down and got into bed, exhausted and slept.
I woke about 11am. My two lectures that day in the afternoon meant I'd missed nothing. I noticed a brown envelope had been slipped under my door. Inside were a set of instructions from Dean.
"So, I'm on the same course as you. You've not spotted me yet as I've been discreet but I've been watching you! Get showered and dressed for this afternoon's lecture. I want you sitting in the front row, sucking your thumb like a delinquent, suck it like you should have sucked Mr Anjou".
I did as instructed, showering, dressing, going to my lecture. I spotted Dean, not in wet look. He sat to the side of me glancing at me and grinning as I tasted my delicious leather thumb. At the end of the lecture my phone buzzed "you loved that didn't you?" Assuming it was from Dean I replied `yes'.
The second lecture I took a more discreet spot, further back.
However, next morning another envelope appeared under my door. "Flirt with fatty". Was all it said. I wasn't sure which guy he meant, so I texted back trying to get clarification. "Not a guy. The girl, do it" was the reply.
Now on our course there was a big girl. She was, in that way any of us can be, actually comfortable in her own skin. She dressed well, did nice hair, makeup but was big. She always arrived early to lectures and so did I that morning. It felt weird but I started chatting with her. She seemed cool, nice to chat too. A little flirty, sat next to me in the lecture, passed me a note asking me for my number. For some reason I provided it. Two hours later a message came "I want to feel those leather gloved hands all over my body". I was stunned. Immediately sending the message to Dean. His reply was simple "well get busy boy, she wants you".
I'm not going to give you details guys, this is a gay story. However, after I got back to my room Dean messaged me with "you blew her mind you filthy slut".
Over the following few days I sucked my thumb in lectures again, but there was no more action with the chubby girl. However, another envelope was posted under my door. inside the note was simple "ready to be an exhibitionist?".
Of course I was was the obvious answer. However, I wasn't quite sure how he'd come up with an idea. I texted him, awaiting an answer. One came a few hours later. "Upstairs laundrette tomorrow 6am. You blow me `till we're busted. If someone just watches you carry on, if they want to get involved, you carry on".
It sounded risky, the type of thing that could get us both kicked out, but the idea was equally epic!
Knowing Dean there was no need for a reply, he was going to be there.
At 5.58am I went up the stairs of the laundrette and found him, wet look trakkies and leather gloves on, spitting into his gloved hand and smearing it onto his veiny cock.
With the other hand he called me over and I walked over, him taking my head and sinking his tongue into my mouth. Fuck, he tasted so, so fucking good. Sweet, almost sickeningly sweet. His tongue investigated my mouth, battled my tongue. The sound of our wet look trakkies crumpling against each other. We both smelt clean, fresh, but clean and fresh in a cheap way. He eventually took my head, pushed me down to my knees and to his cock and positioned us side on to the door so anyone coming in could see us straight away!
Compared to some of the huge cocks I'd battled with over the last year or so he wasn't an issue. Easy to stuff into my mouth with a stunning foreskin unwrap. "Damn, Jeff said you were a cock sucking pro, damn, fuck, he's so right".
I was keeping my hands behind my back. He had no pubes a smooth sack and I dived to suck in his balls looking up seeing him spit and jerk all over again.
It was then we heard the door go, Dean held my head in place but I could just see. The guy was hot, sporty hot, holding his laundry bag. "Look bro it's join in or watch but no washing got it" Dean said with authority. I could see the guy nod nervously and a bit stunned on what he'd walked into.
I'd slipped back onto Dean's stupidly tasty cock when I realised the guy had walked over. He'd reached inside his shiny shorts and pulled out a thin, but long cock, with a huge upward curve. Dean confidently took hold and jerked him but only a few times before the fucker let loose a wad of thick cum on my face. That site didn't hold Dean back, unleashing a salty and sweet load into my mouth.
The other guy legged it pretty quick, embarrassed but Dean smeared the loads into my face. "Today's extra challenge. Wear those for the day, laters"
With that he pulled up and walked out. ************************
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