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Filthy College Toilet Sex: Chapter Four
Dan and I didn't say much when it was over. He went back to his side of the room and I lied on the bed for a few minutes catching my breath. Eventually I got up and checked the time on my phone 2:36.
"Shit. My next class is in twenty minutes, but..." I looked at my bed, the sheets soaked in sweat and cum. Looking down I realized I could say the same thing about myself.
Dan let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm not touching your filthy sheets, but if you throw 'em in the washer I'll dry 'em for you. I've got my own laundry to do, anyway." That last part felt a bit like an accusation but still, the offer was unexpected after wha just happened.
"Thanks, Dan, I really appreciate-"
He grabbed me by the collar and interjected, "But after that YOU'RE doing MY laundry from now on, got it, Fag? Now clean yourself up, you look like shit."
...Yeah, that was more what I expected. This is probably what it would be like between us from now on. Not that I was really complaining. But honestly, it did surprise me a little; not only that he was being nice (kind of), but that he was actually gonna let me get anywhere near his laundry knowing what I'd probably do with it. It was kinda hard to pin down exactly how he felt about this whole thing. I said a quick "Yes, Sir" as Dan gathered up the clothes I'd strewn on the floor. As much as I knew I needed one, there was no time to take a shower. I grabbed a towel from my closet and wiped myself off as best I could. I picked up the toys scattered on the floor and put them away. All except the buttplug.
As sore as I was, it slid into my stretched out asshole fairly easily and that full feeling washed over me once again. I thought about how full I'd feel with Joe's massive cock inside me and my spent dick started twitching back to life. I put on my tightest pair of underwear to make sure the plug stayed in place and threw on a t-shirt and baggy shorts. Then I noticed that Dan was standing there holding his laundry basket, staring at me with an astonished look on his face.
"Are you seriously going out in public like that? You smell like a sleazy hotel room! Christ, man, at least take the fucking dog collar off before you go..." My hand instinctively went to the collar. I had forgotten it was there and now suddenly I was self-conscious about it. I felt a blush rising on my face.
"...I can't," I spoke hesitantly, "It... It's locked."
"Well, where the fuck is the key?"
"...I don't have it."
"You lost it?" I didn't want to answer that. I hoped he wouldn't make me say it, but I could tell his patience was wearing thin.
"Someone else has it." At the admission a feeling of shame started growing in the pit of my stomach. He just stared at me. More than anything I wanted to break eye contact but just like before I couldn't look away. I felt like it would only disappoint him if I did. He was about to say something but instead he just sighed, threw me a can of deodorant, and walked out the door with his laundry. It killed me not knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly I was worried what Joe would think about this, too. It kinda felt like I'd betrayed both of them.
I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. I'd wasted too much time already to stand there brooding over it any longer. I used the deodorant. It didn't really help much, but the smell reminded me of Dan. I gathered my sheets and followed him to the laundry room, threw them in the machine next to his, and left without another word.
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My class was a little over a mile away. This wasn't the first time I'd done this walk while I was a total mess, but it was the first time I'd done it in the middle of the day. There were way more people out and the afternoon heat wasn't doing me any favors. And this time I wasn't heading to the relative solitude of my dorm. No, I was heading to a lecture hall for a class with about 40 or 50 students.
I tried not to think too hard about it. Partly because it worried me, partly because it turned me on and I didn't want my dick to get any harder. As if it even could. I'd started to get used to walking with a plug in my ass but that didn't mean I didn't feel it. Every step was a reminder of what was inside me, what was going to be inside me later.
I kept my eyes low to the ground as I walked, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone I passed. I tried tucking my dog tag into my shirt but every few steps it just slipped right back out again. It wasn't long before I gave up on that. Constantly fidgeting with it was just gonna draw more attention.
Realistically it didn't matter what I did. A lot of people were completely oblivious to me, but anyone who got close enough to smell me had to notice, and it seemed like everytime I looked up I saw someone staring. Glaring, sniffing the air and scowling, whispering something to their friends. I think I even saw someone taking a picture with their phone. Fuck, what was I thinking? I was completely exposed. I don't know if I was sweating more from the heat or the anxiety. My face must have been beet-red, I'd never felt so humiliated in my life. I hated it. Mostly I hated how much I loved it, and how obvious that must've been from the bulge in my pants.
About halfway to my lecture hall I looked up and caught the eye of a guy walking toward me. When he was only a few feet away he grinned and grabbed his crotch. As he walked past I thought about how easily I could turn around and follow him. What's one missed class in the first week? I forced the thought out of my head. It wasn't a good idea; I was quickly learning that I had a bad habit of losing track of time and I didn't want to keep Joe waiting.
A few blocks later I got to a crosswalk just as the light changed. Unfortunately it was a busy street near the central shopping area for the campus. As I waited a crowd formed around me. I just stared at the 'Don't Walk' sign, trying to change it with sheer force of will.
While I was thinking about how I wanted to put some distance between me and this crowd, someone with the distinctly opposite intention started pressing up against me from behind. I looked over my shoulder and behind me was an older man. I'm not sure how old, probably only mid-to-late 30's, but he didn't look like a student. A professor, maybe? He was tall, definitely over 6", and his strong jaw stood out through his salt and pepper beard. His eyes were focused straight ahead like he didn't even see me but it couldn't have been an accident that he was standing so close to me; It wasn't that crowded. I knew for sure when I felt his hand on my ass. Like a switch had flipped in my head, I stopped worrying about anyone else around me and I didn't mind if the light took it's time changing. I didn't even know this man but suddenly it was like I belonged to him. Fuck!
I leaned into him to let him know I was okay with this. It felt unnecessary; he wasn't asking for permission but I still wanted him to know. He slipped his hand under the waistband of my shorts and into my underwear, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on some point across the street. The feeling of his rough, calloused hand against my bare skin sent a shiver down my spine and I felt myself practically melting into him. I found myself wondering if he could tell I had the scent of two other men on me. If he could he didn't seem to mind. His hand grazed against the plug in my boyhole. Leaning against his chest and staring longingly up at him, I saw an almost imperceptible smile as a quiet chuckle escaped his lips but otherwise his face remained stoic. He wrapped his fingers around the base of the toy and started gently playing with it. Working it in and out almost absentmindedly, like the way you'd pet a puppy just enough to appease it when it's begging for your attention. I let out a faint whimper and instinctively bit my lip so I wouldn't do it again. I was so hard, so close to the edge that if he'd just looked down at me I think I might have blown my load right there on the street.
The light changed and he vanished into the crowd leaving me to wonder if I'd ever see him again. As I crossed the street I looked down and saw that my leaking cock had left a noticeable stain on the front of my shorts. As if I needed another thing to try, and fail, to hide. Thankfully it wasn't much further now. I could see the lecture hall just about a block down the street. I thought to myself, 'It'll be good to sit down and just focus on classwork for a little while. Take my mind off of all this.'
Yeah, right.
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I slipped in only a few minutes late, but the class had already started. The professor was going on about some story from Homer's Odyssey. It was a big lecture hall for a class this size; there were at least 5 or 6 rows of empty seats in front of me. Well, mostly empty.
There he was, sitting in more or less the same spot as last time, looking at me with those same deep green eyes. He didn't try to hide it, just openly stared at me as I took a seat a couple spaces to his right. When I sat down the plug pushed deeper into me and I let out a quiet yelp. I looked over to see if he noticed. He was still staring, now with his eyebrows raised and his head cocked to the side. He noticed. I looked away and felt the increasingly familiar heat of blood rushing to my face. It was hard to believe I was still capable of being embarrassed after everything that'd happened, but apparently I was.
I tried to focus on what the professor was saying, but out of the corner of my eye I saw my curious classmate leaning forward and craning his neck. I think he was trying to read my collar. I thought, fuck it, if he's gonna keep staring at me there's no reason I shouldn't check him out. He already caught me looking last time anyway.
Fuck, he was beautiful. He was wearing a muscle cut tank top that barely covered his nipples. Not that it made much difference, the meaty knobs were fully visible through the thin, slightly damp looking cotton. The sides of his hairy pecs were fully on display. When he leaned forward he rested his elbows on the desk in front of him so I could see the thick bush in his armpit, and several beads of sweat tracing dewy lines down the muscles of his bare side. His tank hung loose on his torso so from this angle I got a full view of his six pack abs, covered in a dense coat of fur. I felt my dick and my hole twitching restlessly as I took in the amazing sight of him. It was like every inch of his body demanded to be touched. Stroked. Worshipped.
Then he stood up. Apprehensively, I watched him pick up his stuff and turn in my direction. I was eye level with his crotch and as he walked toward me I saw the outline of his dick and balls bouncing back and forth against his bulky thighs with every step. He was at least semi-hard, and he definitely wasn't wearing anything under those shorts. He took the seat next to me and a few moments of silence passed. I thought I should say something but I was too nervous. I guess he got tired of waiting because he suddenly he pulled the waistband of his shorts down to expose his now fully erect cock to me.
I panicked for a moment. He wanted to do this right here and now, in the middle of class!? My eyes darted around the room to see if anyone was looking but like I said, there was no one else in the back few rows. No one in front was paying us any attention at all, and even if they looked the large floor length desks made sure they wouldn't see anything below our chests. Still, my heart was racing.
I took a good look at his bare cock. It looked like a miniature version of him. It was thick like his well-muscled arms, and just as veiny. It protruded out of a thicket of dark, dense pubes. Man, I wanted to bury my face in them. My eyes traced one of the engorged veins up all 8 inches to where his foreskin was almost completely engulfing what looked like a metal ring. He smiled when he noticed me staring at it and gripped himself just below the head. The smell of unwashed dick hit me almost instantly as he slowly stroked downward, revealing his fat cockhead complete with a Prince Albert piercing in his dicklips to match the one on his face. Only the ring here was much thicker, and coated in the same precum and smegma that covered his swollen, purple head.
As I watched him slowly stroke up and down on his engorged cock, my own ached for release in my pants. I wasn't thinking straight, was going crazy with lust. Fuck, I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I took one last scan around the room to reassure myself that no one was looking, then I made eye contact with him while I pulled down my shorts and tucked the waistband under my balls. He smiled at me and shoved his other hand into his pants and after groping his balls for a few seconds he pulled them out to match my level of exposure. We were in this together now. I started stroking myself as he rolled his heavy nuts through his fingers like an expert contact juggler, pulling and squeezing on his hairy sack every once in a while. I did my best to match his every movement on my own cock and balls, increasing my pace when he did. And when he pulled his hand up to his face and took a deep whiff of his own ball stink, I did the same. He let out a soft moan when I did, obviously just as excited as I was that we were so perfectly in sync. We were both stroking quickly now, our hands flying up and down our shafts as we desperately tried to avoid making another sound. I thought to look around the room to see if we'd been noticed but I couldn't take my eyes off him. There was a sheen of sweat covering his face, and more still dripping down his chest and sides. His now wet tank top clung to his meaty pecs and his nipples looked more erect by the second. He saw me looking at them and slipped his hand under the tank to play with one of the huge flesh-knobs. As he squeezed down he winced in both pain and pleasure. How the fuck could I look away from the show he was putting on for me. The teacher was still droning on so I took it as a cue that the class was unaware of the intense scene playing out in the back row.
I could tell we were both getting close to the point of no return. It was almost too much for me when my sexy classmate plunged his finger into his foreskin. He played with it a bit, running his finger around the head, stretching the wet, pliable skin, toying with that thick-gauge piercing. Then he scooped out a generous helping of dick cheese and precum. As he brought his hand toward his face, it remained connected to his dick in a seemingly unbreakable strand of pure, liquid sex. His eyes never left mine as he greedily shoved his filthy finger into his mouth and sucked it clean.
That's when it became too much for me. I started bucking my hips, forcing my throbbing dick back and forth through my tightly clenched fist, grinding the plug into my prostate every time my ass came down against the seat. I clenched my jaw to keep from screaming as my cock unloaded shot after ropey shot of cum against the underside of my desk. He came with me, still sucking the raunch from his finger. His dick matched mine shot for shot, but when I finished he was still going strong. I watched completely entranced as his piercing caused his dick to spurt cum in multiple directions. I'd never seen anything like it before. He carelessly shot streaks of it up his chest where it soaked into his tank top, some splattered against his desk or down his legs, more still poured out onto the floor, and as his orgasm subsided it flowed in rivers down the length of his still-twitching cock. He was a complete mess and he didn't seem to give a shit. He just leaned back in his seat and smiled at me while he casually licked his gooey spunk off his hand. I wanted to make sure he knew how much everything he did turned me on, so I nervously did the same. Fuck, man, I was crushing hard on this guy.
As I came down from our shared high, I found myself incredibly thankful that there weren't any other students within 20 feet of us. As discreet as we tried to be it felt like a miracle that no one noticed what was happening in the back of the room. I checked the time on my phone. 3:23. Class wasn't even half over.
I pulled my pants back up, my dick finally soft for the first time in hours. But his was still hard and he didn't seem to be in a rush to put it away. Eventually he took his phone out of his pocket and began typing something. After a minute he put it down and slid it across the desktop to me. I picked it up, not exactly sure what to expect. On the top of the screen it said "New Contact" and under name he'd typed "Dick Pig".
Seeing it written I felt a torrent of emotions wash over me. Mostly excitement. And the reminder of the dog collar around my neck brought out my submissive side. But to be honest there was also a little shame, apprehension, maybe even fear. Everything I'd done over the last few days was way outside my comfort zone, and what just happened was definitely no exception. But when I looked in his eyes, I didn't see judgement, and I definitely didn't feel any regret. He just looked back at me expectantly, hopefully, while he played with the piercing in his lips with his teeth.
I knew I needed more from him. I resolved that no amount of fear or pointless shame was going to stop me. My fingers slightly trembling, I typed my number in his phone and handed it back to him. He was positively beaming at me. It wasn't long before I felt my own phone vibrating in my pocket. When I took it out, there was a text:
( Good Boy! )
Despite having came twice in only the last couple hours, my spent dick shuddered back to life. Every time I heard those words it was like something clicked in my brain and I sunk deeper into submission. A need to please, to hear them again, welled up in me every time. Reading them apparently had the same effect.
I went to create a new contact and then had a sudden realization: I was falling for this guy and I didn't even know his name. I felt a sharp pang of humiliation, but the feeling passed quickly when I glanced over and saw him smiling hungrily at me, still toying with that lip ring. I loved how he did that. I typed "Pierce" and hit save.
Look, I know it's not the cleverest thing I'd ever come up with but it's the best my lust-addled brain could do under the circumstances. Gimme a break, okay? Anyway, I was still staring at the screen when another couple texts popped up.
( Ready for round 2? Still plenty
of time before that bell rings )
( Why don't you climb under the
desk, Puppy? )
As I stared at 'Pierce's exposed pole, I hesitated for a minute, considering if this wasn't too much for me. We'd already gotten away with so much, but my post-nut clarity was setting in. By the time I'd gotten to class I was going crazy with lust. Now, I couldn't stop thinking about what could happen if we were caught. I could be expelled in the first week of college, and they would almost definitely tell my parents why. Everyone would remember me as the freshman who got caught sucking dick in class. This school wasn't far from my hometown, word could easily spread. Spread just like the semen dripping down the length of Pierce's dick. Like I wanted to spread his full lips open with my tongue and plunge it down his throat while he did the same to me. Wanted to spread my legs and sink that dick deep inside my hole. As terrifying as it was, all these 'What If's did nothing to relieve the pressure building back up in my dick. No, they just made it worse.
From the front of the class I heard the professor talking about how Circe warned Odysseus to avoid the call of the Sirens. It felt like he was speaking directly to me, warning me: Plug your ears, look away, tie yourself down to the mast of your ship if you have to. This temptation will lead only to your doom. But it was too late for me. I'd already heard the call. I took a deep breath, waited till the professor's back was turned, and sank to my knees under the desk. As soon as I did I got a couple more texts, one after another.
( I knew you couldn't resist )
( Lick Master's bone, Puppy )
I eagerly grabbed him at the base of his dick and just before I put the head in my mouth he yanked my hand away and pushed my head back. My first thought was that someone was coming toward us so I moved to get out from under the desk but he blocked my path with his leg. I held still until my phone vibrated again.
( Bad boy! )
I was confused, and maybe a little hurt. I had no idea what I'd done wrong, but I knew I didn't want to get that text again.
( ...I'm sorry? What did I do? )
( It's okay. But I said LICK it. No
hands right now, ok Pup? )
Oh. I guess I didn't realize he meant that literally. Honestly this roleplay stuff was completely new to me. But it didn't bother me; he was into it and at this point I was ready to do whatever he said. And I won't lie, it was starting to turn me on.
I leaned forward and planted my tongue at the base of his dick. His pubes tickled my chin. I felt lightheaded as the smell and taste of his sweat and cum assaulted my senses. I slowly dragged my tongue up his shaft until I reached his piercing, where the warmth of his soft flesh met hard, wet steel. It tasted like heaven, and I wanted more. I swept my tongue all around the ring, gathering up all the smegma and semen clinging to the warm metal. When there was none left I started again from the base of his dick, licking from every possible angle, tasting every inch of him. As my pace quickened I started to drool more and more on his bone. He was dripping with my saliva but I didn't think he'd mind. No, I figured that was exactly what he wanted. Another set of texts confirmed it.
( Good boy )
( My balls too. Slobber on
Master's balls )
I didn't need to be told twice. I buried my head in his crotch, feeling the loose skin of his ballsack conform to my face as I pressed down with my tongue. The smell was stronger here and I fucking loved it. I couldn't get enough. I wanted his scent to linger on me for days. Hell, I'd bottle his sweat and wear it as cologne if he'd let me. Something told me he would if I asked.
I could still hear the professor even here under the desk. It was a constant reminder that there was a class full of people completely oblivious to what me and Pierce were up to, and the more I thought about it, the more excited I became. My ears perked up when I heard him describing a figure from Greek myth named Charybdis; the daughter of Poseidon, cursed by Zues with an unquenchable thirst for saltwater. A trait we apparently shared.
I ravenously devoured Pierce's nuts, sucking both into my mouth and swabbing my tongue against the salty skin over and over until every drop of his sweat was swapped out for my saliva. My phone vibrated again and I did my best to keep his balls in my mouth while I lifted my head just enough so I could see the screen.
( Mmmm I squeezed in a workout
before class. Hope you don't mind
I didn't have time to shower after )
He reached under the desk and started gently stroking the back of my head and FUCK, man! It sent a spark down my neck, along my spine, and all the way to the tip of my cock. As he pet my head I felt waves of comfort and elation wash over my entire body. I didn't know it was possible to feel like this. Before I met this guy I didn't even know this was a thing, but I couldn't pretend I wasn't loving it. It's hard to describe how it made me feel, but every time he gave me a command, every time he referred to himself as 'Master', or me as 'puppy', or 'boy', my dick throbbed and I sank deeper into obedient bliss.
( Yeah, you didn't seem to mind
on Monday ;) Do you like
Master's sweaty balls, Puppy?
Oh god, please tell me you do! )
It's hard to describe but it felt like there was a connection between us. It was like he was reading my mind. He knew everything I wanted, he didn't have to ask me if I liked it. Even still I felt a profound, almost primal, compulsion to answer him. I'd been almost silent until now, but the words poured out into my phone as fast as my fingers could type.
( God, I fucking love them. I want
to taste every inch of your
incredible body, man. Your hairy
pits, your feet. I want to lick your
massive pecs and chew on your
big, fat nipples )
I hesitated again, but only for a moment.
( I want to make out with your
sweaty asshole, dude. Right now.
Please..? )
As I waited for him to read what I sent, I thought maybe I'd gone too far. Hell, it's kinda crazy now that I think back on it. I could tell how much he was into what we were doing but still, somehow I was worried. Every second without a response was like a punch to the gut. He slowly pulled my head back from his crotch and I thought my worst fears were coming true. Until he sank down in his chair bringing his ass off the edge of the seat, and planted his feet against the back of the desk on either side of my head.
( Knock yourself out, Pig )
I didn't waste any time. I yanked his shorts down, lifted his legs, and basked in the sight of his gorgeous ass. Now, I'm not the religious type, but you can bet your bottom dollar I said a silent little prayer to God, Allah, Buddha, Priapus, whatever divine being might have been responsible for bringing me this perfect fucking specimen of a man in front of me. Probably Priapus.
Like everything else about him, his glutes were brawny and covered with a thick layer of dark fur. His stink rose off of them like a miasma, clouding my already compromised judgement. I ran my hands over the enticing globes of his asscheeks feeling the coarse hair, the soft moist skin, and the hard muscle underneath. I sank my fingers into his flesh and used my thumbs to part the twin mounds concealing my ultimate prize. There it was: his beautiful, puckered manhole.
I started by kissing him lightly on the cheek, then as I slowly moved closer to my goal, my kisses grew more forceful. I began to gingerly lick his sweat-dappled skin. I know, out of context it sounds almost romantic. Well actually, in a weird way... it kind of was. As I drew closer to the center, Pierce's natural flavor grew stronger. The taste of old sweat lingered on his hairs as they tickled my tongue. I don't think I could ever properly explain it but the taste of unwashed jock asshole (or practically any other part) drives me absolutely insane. Hell, if you're still with me at this point I'm sure I don't have to explain it to you. By the time my lips reached his tight anal ring and I plunged my tongue into his uncharted depths I felt ready to explode. I couldn't hold back anymore; I started tongue-fucking his hole with reckless abandon. Somehow my exhausted cock was throbbing with a vigor he had no right to have, but he was a fucking trooper. And I was certainly putting him through his paces today.
I thought about reaching into my pants and stroking myself as I sloppily frenched Pierce's ass, but I knew Joe would be waiting for me. I had to save whatever stamina I had left for him. He'd been constantly in the back of my mind since my encounter with Dan this morning. I found myself wondering if he'd approve of all that I'd done today. If he saw me now, tonguing this hot, hairy jock's asshole like an overeager high schooler at his first make-out party - would he be disappointed in me - or proud?
I honestly didn't know, but I couldn't worry about that anymore. I had to focus on what was in front of me. I pushed every other thought out of my head: Joe, Dan, my own desperately throbbing cock, until all I could think of was Pierce's pleasure. Pierce's asshole.
Pierce's cock. It danced with a mind of it's own only a few short inches above my face. I reached up to grab it wondering if he'd stop me again, but as I rapidly beat him off I looked past his dick and I could see he was lost in another world. His eyes were forced shut and he was gritting his teeth, every muscle in his jaw and neck tense with exertion. Both hands were gripping the desk in front of him as he rapidly approached his second climax. I knew what I had to do.
One last time I forced my tongue as deep in his twitching hole as I could, then withdrew it. From there I licked up his crack, across his taint, over the midline of his increasingly taut ballsack, sampling every flavor his crotch had to offer all over again. I continued all the way up his cock, still cradled in my hand, and just as I engulfed him his orgasm began. I felt his cum shooting hard from his urethra into the back of my throat and spurting out from his piercing onto my waiting tongue at the same time. Despite my best efforts to contain it all, some dribbled down my neck. I greedily swallowed and slurped the feast he provided for me and watched his mouth gape open in a silent scream. He opened his eyes and looked at me affectionately, then he moved his hand to the back of my head and pushed me down. I was lost in his pleasure and I offered no resistance as he buried his dick in my mouth.
His 8 inches combined with the metal ring tickling it's way down my throat almost proved too much for me, but I fought off the urge to gag with everything I had and took his cock like a champ. When I finally felt him stop pumping his jizz down my throat I pulled off, but I kept kissing and licking around the base of his piercing. I loved that fucking ring and I needed him to know it.
As he came down Pierce tenderly ran his fingers through my hair. He sat back up in his seat pulling away from my mouth but my hand followed him. I was unwilling to fully part with his waning erection. He picked up his phone from his desk.
( That was fuckin amazing, man!
But you better let go of me. I gotta
go take a piss. Like right now )
I didn't respond, just lunged forward and wrapped my lips tight around his head while I looked him straight in the eyes. He'd figure it out. I watched his face shift from confusion to shock to unadulterated joy in the span of a moment. Then came relief.
I thought I was ready, I really did. But when that hot, golden liquid started surging out of his cock, the force of it caught me off guard. He wasn't kidding, he really had to piss. It sprayed indiscriminately inside me like a broken fire hydrant. My mouth filled faster than I thought possible, and the pressure-washing my throat was getting made me gasp for air. You fucking idiot, Brendan, what am I gonna do with you?
I quickly clamped back down on him and began to swallow for all I was worth. Only a few ounces got out but the damage was done. His piss had flowed down my chin and soaked into my collar and my t-shirt. Some had dripped onto Pierce's pants, too. They weren't soaked but it was definitely noticeable. I didn't have time to worry about that, though; my mouth was filling every couple seconds and he was showing no signs of slowing down.
Pretty soon I got into a rhythm. I had time to focus on the salty, aromatic brew pervading my entire being. I could taste it in my mouth, feel it filling my stomach, smell it drying on my clothes. Pierce's piss didn't taste as strong as Joe's rank concoction, he must drink a lot of water. It was easier to gulp down, but there was no mistaking what it was. It tasted tangy and sour, but something about it was absolutely intoxicating.
Suddenly I heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. Pierce tensed. I'm no expert lip reader, but I'm pretty sure I saw him mouth the word 'shit' two or three times. He scrambled for his phone.
( someones coming cant stop )
I heard the sound of shoes scuffing against the floor getting louder with each step. Someone leaving class early, or maybe they had to piss, too. Fuck, the why didn't matter right now! What mattered was that the door was behind us and if they turned around at the right time they'd get a pretty clear view of the lewd act we were currently embroiled in. I'd cornered myself, and there was nothing to do but keep drinking and hope the flow ended soon. What the fuck was I thinking?
Our unwanted visitor came into view as he walked past the desk. He was a preppy guy, you know the type: Starched collar on his fitted shirt, a meticulously styled coif without a hair out of place, and what looked like designer boat shoes on his feet. When he got to the door he stopped. Where he was standing, I could just barely see the side of his face, just barely see him wrinkle his nose as if he smelled something off. If he turned even slightly he'd spot us. I silently begged him not to, to just keep walking. As I downed another mouthful of piss, I realized part of me was excited that he might see us. My cock throbbed as I wondered what he'd look like soaked in Pierce's pungent piss; if there was enough product in his hair to withstand an endless onslaught like the one being unleashed in my mouth. God damnit, Brendan.
I had to remind myself to breath as he finally walked out the door, thank god. Pierce visibly relaxed and over the next 20 seconds or so his stream trickled to a stop. I swallowed the last of it, then shakily climbed back into my seat. I finally had a moment to think and my mind was going a mile a minute. I was trying to come to terms with the fact that I just let a stranger piss in my mouth, and I was almost caught doing it. Hell, let him? I didn't really give him a choice, did I? I was growing more and more concerned lately that I was losing control of myself. I didn't even know this guy's name! Then, as if he had a private window into my head, 'Pierce' spoke up.
"The name's Jason, by the way." Fantastic, I knew his name now. Nothing to be concerned about. Ha! All I could manage to say back was a timid "Brendan." Jason smiled at me again. God, I loved that smile. It went a long way towards calming me down. Dan would probably never smile at me like that.
Jason quickly scanned the room, then he grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me into a kiss, catching me completely off guard. His tongue explored my mouth and I wondered how much of himself he could taste on me. Apparently not enough, because he broke away and moved down to suck on a wet patch of my collar where his piss and cum had soaked in. Another thing Dan would never do; I doubt Joe would either.
He let go of me and I sank back into my seat while he put his wilting dick away. It felt as if the world was slowly turning back to normal as I listened to our professor unfold the story of Zeus destroying Homer's ship for slaughtering the sun-god's cattle. Real fire and brimstone, doom and gloom kind of stuff. None of that for me though, it was starting to look like I'd survived my odyssey unscathed.
But then the door opened and the preppy guy from earlier walked back in. And I didn't give him a second thought until he stopped dead in his tracks just a couple feet past me. He turned around and looked at me with a confused expression on his face. When I met his gaze he narrowed his eyes and recoiled slightly. It suddenly dawned on me that he'd walked past an empty seat just a couple minutes ago, but now here I was sitting next to Jason, both our faces flush with sweat. My hair was probably a total mess, we must have reaked of sex, there was cum and piss soaking into our clothes, and I was wearing a bright pink dog collar around my neck engraved with the words "Dick Pig."
Fuck.
I looked over to Jason for help, but I don't know what I expected. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open but I could still see a hint of a smile on his lips; that motherfucker was enjoying this. Our fashionable interloper was about to say something but thankfully the bell rang and I took the opportunity to make my escape.
As I practically ran for the exit, I stopped and turned when I heard Jason say, "See you Friday, Bren." He smiled at me like we were old friends, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. I stared at him with a stupid look on my face, turned around and walked out the door.
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So that's chapter 4...
Alright, put down your pitchforks and torches. I know I promised more Joe, and it is coming. But I'm sorry, Jason just turned out to be too fucking hot, blame him. This was originally gonna be a short scene, just a simple blowjob in class, maybe a page or two, then Bren would move on to Joe. But while I was writing, inspiration struck unexpectedly and hard. So beyond Joe being absolutely, without a doubt, the next scene (I've already started writing it), I'm gonna try to stop making specific promises about what's to come in future chapters. Best laid plans and all that. Honestly, I think I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I always love to hear thoughts from readers, though.
As always, feedback on my writing is appreciated. Constructive criticism, suggestions for improvement, or just tell me what you thought was hot, or if there's something you might want to see in my next story. I have a good number of ideas already but maybe you'll be my next source of inspiration. Feel free to email me at Brendan.Shelton.47@gmail.com
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