College Life Series

By Sam Willis

Published on Apr 7, 2014

Gay

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I walked into the classroom at around 3 p.m. This college calculus class was hard, and I really wanted to get an A. But the teacher was tough—he was one of the best in America. I walked into the classroom full of nerve, fighting back tears, and pushing forth hope that maybe I could find a way to get an A. Tyler Smith, by the way.

"Tyler!" Daniel Jones said. He was the coach of the track team on campus. He asked us to call him "Beast."

"Hey, Coach Beast," I said, smiling. He stood up, leaning back a little bit. He noticed me watch him lean back.

"All this teacher stuff has me torn—I'm so tired all the time," he said. He sat back down after shaking my hand. He had a strong grip.

"So, Coach," I started slowly, "is there any way for me to get an A in Calc? I have an 88, and I would really love an A."

He laughed, and nodded immediately. "Of course there is. There is always a way," he said, smiling. I didn't catch on. I smiled too.

"So, what's the way?" He laughed harder this time.

"Come in to my room at 5 p.m., okay?" he said, somewhat seriously. I nodded, and smiled.

"Thanks, Coach. See ya at practice," I said.

I walked across campus to the track. I was running the 400 and the 800. It would have been a normal track season, but Coach kept pushing me harder. He said I was one of the best on the team, and he wanted to see me do very well. "You're an amazing track star, Tyler," he would always say, and I would always laugh.

He walked to me at 4, when practice started. He smiled.

"I have a great workout planned for you today," he said. "I am going to do six 800's with you guys, at your fastest pace that you feel you can maintain the entire time. Thirty second break in between." We all groaned.

We started off sprinting, letting the ground beneath us fly by our feet. By the end of the first one, I was excited to continue. By the end of the second one, however, I was ready to be done.

But coach kept right in front of me. The entire time. By the end of the sixth one, he finished right in front of me, like he had done the rest of the sets.

"You're done," he called out. He pulled me by the arm. "Come with me," he said. His grip was very strong, and the muscles and veins in his lightly hairy arm were popping out. I never really noticed...but he was really attractive. Short dirty blond hair, green eyes, muscular...I was getting ahead of myself. He pulled me off, and each step, his manly scent was getting stronger. We finally got to his room. I stopped myself.

"I have to go to the bathroom," I said quickly, trying to make up an excuse. He shrugged.

"Okay. That's fine with me," he said. I ran off to the bathroom, but I changed my mind about it all. Who knew why he wanted me there? I came back after two minutes. I stepped into his small room...but I didn't find him. He must have heard me walk in, though.

"Close the door, and come on over to my desk," he called out. I did as he said. But as I walked over to the desk, I noticed something. He didn't have any clothes on.

"What the hell..." I said slowly. In between his legs was a massive cock. His massive, hairy balls were touching the floor. They were almost the size of golf balls, and his cock was the size of a cucumber.

He was smiling. "I told you there was always a way. Lick my balls," he said eagerly. I pulled off everything of my own, and he watched me like a show, putting his arms behind his head, showing his sweaty, hairy armpits. I threw everything off, and started by slowly moving my tongue over his balls. "You like them? You like my sweaty man balls?" he said. He wasn't smiling, but I knew he was having a great time. I put both of them in my mouth at the same time, and had to open my mouth as wide as possible. "Mmm that is great stuff, kid. Great stuff." I moved from his balls to his cock. I tickled the head with my tongue.

"You like that? You like that, Beast?" I asked him. It had occurred to me why they called him that.

He laughed. "I like it a lot."

I really got into it, at that point. I moved my tongue up from his pubes, up his abs, sucked his left nipple, and moved on to his armpits. I licked the hell out of them, and sucked on his biceps. He grabbed my face, and looked at me in the eyes. "I've never had someone who was so good," he said. He kissed me. He kissed me. We passionately kissed, my tongue on his, our mouths sucking each others. He moved his legs up, and I could feel his balls rubbing against mine. "69," he said, laughing. It was the oldest in the book, but I shrugged.

We got on the ground, and we started sucking each other. I moved my finger slowly to his asshole and started pushing it in. "Oh my God," he said. His hot breath on my cock made it twitch. I pulled away.

"I want to have fun," I said, smiling. I pushed his legs back after taking a few more minutes to roll his balls over my tongue and suck his smelly, sweaty, hairy, oversized ball sack, and shoved my cock in his ass. He grunted.

"You take my ass. You take my hairy, sweaty, post-workout ass and you shove your dirty little cock in there," he said, smiling. And every time my cock went in, I felt his balls against my abs. I was almost to climax...

When there was a knock on the door.


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