Thanks for the positive feedback on the first installment of the If Only series. Nerd Weekend now continues. Remember, this is fiction only. Sexual conduct of the nature depicted in the story is inappropriate.
My Thursday class schedule began with an 8:00 Trig class in Altgeld Hall. As I measured the distance - subsequent to signing up for it, naturally -- there was no classroom building farther from Oglesby Hall than Altgeld. And I had signed up for the earliest class possible.
I would have not been surprised to learn that I had flunked some sort of basic intelligence test with such a parlay, and that I was being kicked out of the U of I as a result. Since that had not happened, I could only conclude that the Math Department's desperate efforts to fill Trig classes at any time had earned me a reprieve. Or something.
Dan and I finished our showers. When we emerged, we were both still hard from our blow jobus interruptus of a few minutes earlier. Making sure our robes were tightly tied, for obvious reasons, we made our way back to our separate rooms.
My first task, after having dressed, was to get Tim up and going. Although he had expressed the desire to sleep in the night before, I was too distracted by thoughts of his cock to realize that he would never make it to his own program on time if he did. So it was time to wake sleeping beauty.
"Tim, you gotta get up."
"Mummphhrff."
"Tim, up, por favor."
"Noooooooo."
"Yes. You can't be late for this. You didn't come down here just to get laid did you?"
"What do you think?"
"I guess I think maybe I wouldn't be surprised if you did, but you still have to get up."
"How about some incentive?"
"Tim, we don't have time for that now."
"Later, then."
"O.K. later."
Tim stood up and once again I got a look at his magnificent cock.
"Please get some clothes on and meet me downstairs. We need to head out."
Tim started stroking his dick to attention. "Sure you don't want some of this?"
"Of course I do. But not now. I owe you for later, though."
"Don't forget. I won't."
I almost ran out of my own room and down the stairs. Sheez what a tease.
While I waited for Dan and Tim to make it downstairs, I went into the cafeteria and grabbed some doughnuts to shovel down during the expedition to Altgeld.
About 7:35 the two emerged from the elevator, and we hot-footed it across campus. While I would not have missed anything in class if I had been a few minutes late, nor, in my opinion, if I had not shown up at all, my instructor was the sort of complete asshole who would either take attendance or give pop quizzes in a 8:00 class. Burning in hell would not be sufficient atonement.
"O.K. That's the Union. The South Lounge, last I checked, was in the South end. You can grab some more food in about 5 or 6 different places if you get hungry."
"I'm not hungry," groweled Tim," I'm sleepy."
"Well then you'll have to kick one of the vagrants off a couch and grab a few more z's. You know how to get back to Oglesby."
"Unless someone ate the breadcrumbs, yes," Dan offered.
"Good, see you both later."
Since I made it to class at 7:58, there was no pop quiz, nor taking of attendance. After 50 minutes -- why did the s.o.b. always feel the need to take it up to the bell -- of tangent, cotangent, secant, ad nauseum, I was free for a while.
My next class was a 10:00 lecture in Gregory Hall. Because it would be me and oh, only about 200 other students, there was no need for preparation. I had an hour to kill.
Ordinarily I would have grabbed a paper and a Pepsi and just found a spot to curl up in the Union, but today the Union was going to be full of young Einsteins. And besides, I was very horny.
The reviews on which bathrooms to connect in were always mixed. On Steve's advice, I had tried the Union basement, and the Undergrad library, with mixed results. The Union was going to be too crowded today anyway. So it was the Library.
The U of I had built its new Undergrad library underground. The reason for burying the library was to avoid cutting off the sunlight to the Morrow Plots, which were experimental agricultural plots that had been in continuous cultivation for approximately a century.
Of course the total area of the Morrow Plots, given that they were in what was now basically the middle of campus was relatively small. If you had had to make a living farming it you would starve in Year 1. But it was the tradition.
And so the underground, Undergrad library was born. It was really quite impressive, since, although it was buried, the middle was an atrium and the library actually had as much or more light than any other building on campus.
I was interested in taking a quick pass through the johns. Ordinarily anonymous, quickie sex is not a preference, but I was so unbelievably horny as a result of having Dan and Tim around that I needed to get off. If nothing turned up in the library, I still had time to maybe look somewhere else before my lecture started.
When I walked into the bathroom it was empty, except for someone sitting in the last stall. Although there were several others available, I entered the adjacent one.
I dropped my pants and sat there, giving my dick a few unnecessary strokes to get it hard. I slid my foot over near the divider and waited. Not for long.
My neighbor slid his foot over and tapped it a few times. I responded in kind. His next move was to tap my foot with his. Bingo.
"Come on over," I whispered.
I heard him unlock his stall. I unlocked mine and waited.
Not for long.
He appeared to be in his thirties, probably a younger faculty member, or a perpetual graduate student. He offered me his six inch dick, which I readily accepted.
No one cruises a restroom for romance. My new companion was apparently as horny as I was, because in about three minutes I had a protein supplement to go with my breakfast.
"Thanks," he said. "You want me to do you?"
I weighed the odds of getting another cock in the time remaining before class, and decided they weren't what I wanted.
"Yeah. Go for it."
The guy was a virtuoso on the skin flute. Even if I hadn't been ready to blow my nuts for over an hour, I don't know how long I could have held back. But it seemed like no more had he put my dick in his mouth than I was holding on to the edge of the stall and cumming almost violently.
"Wow."
My new friend smiled.
"What do you think about getting together sometime when we can be a little more horizontal?"
"I think that would be good."
We exchanged phone numbers. On the way out we chatted. Ken was an Associate Professor in the History Department. Since his department was located in Gregory Hall, we shared the brief walk from the library.
"Keep in touch," he said.
"You keep that thing loaded," I advised.
I made it through the lecture, and headed back to Oglesby for a nice institutional lunch. Fortunately it was not baked spaghetti casserole. Or at least I don't think so.
I took my tray out into the Pagoda, an extension of the dining area which had a little more glass and a little less traffic than the main areas. Leaving the entrée for subsequent analysis, perhaps a term project in organic chemistry, I tried to fill up on salad and dessert.
"So how goes it in the world of higher education this morning?"
Hi, Steve.
"One of those days when I think you probably learned as much from laying in bed as I did from my expenditure of tuition."
"Probably. I think this time of the semester the instructors kind of stop giving a shit, too."
"Divided attention at best. Not that I would be any different, but if my career was dependent on sucking up to my advisory committee and getting a thesis approved, I would certainly be less interested in my Psych 100 discussion session."
"If your career was based on sucking up, you'd be Chancellor."
"Unfortunate choice of words, but speaking of that..."
I filled Steve in on my encounter with Ken. He was suitably impressed.
"Hey, if it works out and you want to share, you know what an entertaining companion I can be."
"That I do know. Speaking of sharing..."
"Yeah, you have Dan to yourself tonight."
"Problem?"
"Only if you two run off and break my heart. Otherwise have at it."
"After what Tim did to me last night I don't think I'm running anywhere for awhile."
"Sweet. You got it all, did you?"
"Every millimeter."
"Hope you'll still want mine after he goes home."
"I think that's affirmative. But, man, how do you resist that when it's in the house?"
"Hard to say. Just never did. I mean I can appreciate what he's got, and if it was between someone else's legs I'd be all over it."
"So Tim and Dan, and Steve and Dan, but not Tim and Steve."
"Yeah. Although sometimes when Dan comes over we pass him back and forth. He is quite a little slut."
"I'll give you a report."
"I was hoping you'd give me something else."
I looked at my watch. "Your room or mine."
When I laid down for a nap 30 minutes later, Steve's cum had joined the jello salad and tapioca pudding from lunch, which had previously merged with Ken's cum. If I could actually lose weight like that it would make a hell of a diet book.
My nap took up most of the afternoon. I had always been able to get to sleep under virtually any circumstances. The summer before I had worked on a railroad section gang. I learned to fall asleep in a pile of rocks. The residence hall beds were a piece of cake after that.
Slumber ended with the ringing of the phone. It was Dan, and presumably Tim, on the house phone in the lobby.
"We're here, but we don't have a key."
"Well, come on up. I'm not locked."
It wasn't long before Dan and Tim, Boy Geniuses, entered my room.
"So, tell me what you did today?" I said in my best quasi-parental manner.
Dan did most of the talking. They had started in the Union, walked across Green Street and hit most of the Engineering campus, returned to the Union for lunch, and then hit Noyes lab and Chem annex.
"Sounds like you covered a lot today. What are they going to do tomorrow?"
"Somethin' with computers," Tim offered.
"DCL. You think the Union was a long walk..."
"Please don't tell me now," Dan asked, "save the good news for in the morning."
Tim sat up. "Speaking of mornings, you owe me something."
"True," I agreed, "but we didn't decide on what."
"What are you talking about?" Dan asked.
"I had to promise Sleeping Beauty something to get him going this morning. It must be collection time."
"Yeah, and it was awful early, so you owe me a lot."
"You want me to leave?"
"No" said Tim. "You stay, I have an idea."
"Let's hear it," I said.
"I am going to fuck you," Tim stated, "while you suck Dan's cock."
This was looking like a win-win situation, but I didn't want to spoil Tim's fun.
"What makes you think I'd want to do either?"
"Because I know you sucked Dan this morning in the shower, and you know you'd keep my cock in your ass all weekend if you could."
"Hard to argue with factual accuracy," I admitted.
"So get your clothes off," Tim directed.
"What about you?"
"I don't need to take my clothes off, I'm not the one getting fucked."
Not this time, anyway, I thought.
I undressed quickly, and waited for my new boss, Tim, to give the next instructions.
"Doggy style this time."
"We'd have to do that anyway if I'm gonna suck Dan's cock," I observed.
"See, I think of everything." Tim was on a roll.
I knelt on my hands and knees and waited. Tim remembered where the Vaseline was.
"Here, Dan, take this and get him ready."
Dan was startled but nonetheless willing. He started using the lube to prepare my ass for Tim's monster.
"Put some inside," Tim directed.
I could feel Dan's finger enter my ass and wiggle around. It was a pleasant prelude to what I knew was coming.
"Do more fingers, he likes it," Tim ordered.
"S o.k., Dan. I'll let you know if you go overboard."
Dan's second finger entered easily. His third one had me somewhat grateful that he didn't have a piano player's hands.
"You o.k., Stu?"
"I think. I don't know if I can take another just yet, though."
"I know," suggested Tim. "I bet if I suck your cock you'll try to take another one."
"Fair enough," I said, having lost most of what was left of my mind.
I felt Tim's lips on my cock at just the time Dan tried his remaining finger in my ass.
"It's not working," I gasped.
Tim took my cock out of his mouth. "Pity, I was starting to enjoy that."
"Well, it's Dan's turn for that now. Time for you to replace him at the other end."
Dan knelt in front of me and I lowered my mouth to his cock as Tim entered my ass. Given the workout Dan had already provided me, the entry wasn't as dramatic this time. Not that I was complaing.
Being somewhat used to Tim's monster dick, or at least as much as I ever could, I could concentrate a little more on my oral ministrations to Dan.
My recollection from the morning shower was correct. He was maybe four inches long, cut. I was able to take almost his entire length in, a factor I was determined to exploit.
I took the longest, slowest, strokes I could manage and still breathe. I used tongue and teeth add extra stimulation. I cradled his balls and stroked the underside of his scrotum. This blow job just might hang in the Louvre.
If it had been up to Dan I think it would have. As he came I looked up and saw his eyes roll back before he closed them and began his climax. I handed him a pillow to muffle the noise -- drywall, remember -- and kept him in my mouth as long as I could to prolong the ecstasy nearly to the point of torture.
"I think he enjoyed that," Tim observed. "You'll have to do that to me before we go back home. Although I know you'd rather have me in your ass than in your mouth."
"Whatever. But if you're not gonna cum, what does it matter?"
"Hey, I was just cooling it while you finished Dan. Now you're gonna get what you been wanting."
He was right. Riding Tim's cock was an experience I knew I would be unable to get enough of. It was going to be a sort of craving, like strawberry shortcake or something. Except there were not as many calories and cock never went out of season.
Knowing that he could fuck me without splitting me down the middle, he was even more active this afternoon than the previous evening. I could feel his balls slapping my ass with each stroke.
I could also feel him getting ready to finish.
"Dan, give Tim your pillow."
Just in time. I thought I could hear him say "bitch, bitch, bitch" as he emptied his load in my ass. Maybe I was his bitch. I could think of worse.
"What about you, Stu?" Dan asked.
"I think we'll have time to worry about me when Tim and Steve are eating supper. When are your folks supposed to get here?"
"Dad was gonna leave work early. Probably about 5:30 or so. They wanted to eat and still get back home at a reasonable hour."
"Well that gives you about twenty minutes."
"I think I'll grab a shower then."
Tim took off the rest of his clothes and threw on a robe. He grabbed a towel and headed down the hall. Hopefully the robe stayed closed. We didn't need one more reason for a campus riot.
"Wow," said Dan again. "Didn't that hurt a little?"
"It wasn't totally comfortable, but unless you kinda push your limits a little you don't necessarily get all you can out of the experience. I don't think I'm permanently injured or anything."
"I thought maybe I hurt you with my fingers."
"Nah. No harm done. I need to get dressed and then we can grab some food, or eat dinner in the dining room. Why don't you put your cock back in your pants and join me?"
Apparently the dining room had run out of mystery meat, because dinner was steak. There was a rumor that food service always held back the good items until right before break, and this could have been corroborative evidence. That or complete coincidence. Screw it; I just ate.
Dan was apparently not much for steak, so we bartered baked potatoes, green beans, and dead cow back and forth until we both had had enough.
Steve and Tim having left for dinner -- I couldn't wait to tell them they missed steak in the residence hall -- Dan and I went up to my room.
"You know, we could always do something that didn't involve sex," I offered.
"Like what," Dan asked.
"I have no idea. But I thought I would throw that out there."
"I can do other stuff when I'm home and you're not there."
"Whoa. I thought you and Steve..."
"Oh, for sure. Steve and I fuck around. But shit it's not like we're married or going steady."
"O.K. That was basically what he said, too. But I wanted to be sure you were good with it."
"Lock the door and I'll show you."
I followed my instructions and then turned back to Dan.
"I liked the way you looked at me this morning in the shower," he said. "It made me feel sexy."
"Well, earth to Dan, you are incredibly sexy."
"That's why you sucked my cock in the shower."
"What do you think?"
He smiled. "I hoped so. I liked that. That's why I had Tim tell you to suck me when he was fucking you."
"You didn't think I'd suck you otherwise?"
"Oh, no, it seemed like it would be wilder with you sucking while you were getting fucked. Did you really mind?"
"No, actually it was pretty hot, truth be told. But what am I going to do with you now?"
"Anything you want," he replied.
"I think what I want is for you to take your clothes off and get on the mattress. I just want to take some time and make love to you."
Dan flushed. "You mean like you sort of like me?"
"It means I am going to work over every inch of your body. You can decide what it means."
I was 6'2 ½", and weighed about 180 pounds. As I mentioned, working in a section gang that summer had not put much weight on me, but I was ridiculously toned. That, and because skin cancer hadn't been invented yet, working most of the time without a shirt had left me with a tan that still hadn't entirely faded.
Dan, on the other hand, was maybe 5'4", a hundred pounds, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and almost translucent skin.
There could not have been a hotter couple.
I started by almost cradling him in my arms. "I'm gonna do stuff to you that may be new. If you don't like it, say so."
As I also mentioned before, I am a kisser. As I brushed my lips against Dan's, I learned that he was as well.
I could feel us both getting hard as we tongue-wrestled. Dan's fingers started to dig into me as he ground his crotch against mine. And this was only the beginning?
"Stu..."
"Yes, Daniel?"
"This is..."
"I know. Be quiet and enjoy, babe."
I kissed his cheeks, his neck. I took each nipple in my mouth and lightly sucked it. As I took my mouth away I could sense his chest raise to try to maintain contact. I sucked him again, harder. He was shaking.
Moving down to his abs I used my lips and tongue to half-tease, half-tickle. I marveled at the flexibility of a 13 year old as his back arched in ecstasy.
I couldn't resist teasing him, so I bypassed his waiting cock and moved down the inside of his legs, ending up by tenderly kissing the tops of his feet.
"Roll over," I directed, and he obliged.
I made my way orally up the backs of his legs. When I reached his hips, I found a new target.
"Get up on your knees a little."
As Dan rose up, I pulled his legs apart to a distance of about two feet or so, which left his glorious-looking cheeks spread enough for me to get a good look at his asshole.
"Since you did such a good job on my ass, I want to return the favor. Only I'm gonna use something besides my fingers."
I kissed each globe in turn, leaving him a couple of love bites on him that he would remember, although I was pretty sure they wouldn't turn into hickeys. Then I drew my tongue up and down his crack, stopping a little longer each time at his hole.
Finally, I grabbed his cock and started slowly jerking him while I tried to get my tongue as far up his ass as it would go. I had reason to believe it was a new experience for Mr. Dan.
"Oh my God, oh my God,.."
"Shh, or you'll get the pillow."
"Give me the fucking pillow,' he said.
As much as I enjoyed making love to Dan, my ability to defer gratification did have limits.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, babe, you like that?"
He took the pillow away. "Yeah. I want you to fuck me like Tim fucked you. I want to feel you in me."
The rapidly dwindling supply of Vaseline -- a trip to McBride's Drug would soon be in order -- was sufficient to our needs. I gave a quick thought to playing the finger game with Dan, but I was already at my limit.
Both of us growled as I entered him.
"This is perfect," he said. "I wish you could stay in me all night."
"Maybe some day," I answered. "But right now I'm gonna give you a fucking you're gonna feel all night anyway."
"Talk, talk," he said. "Pound my ass."
Not that I needed the verbalization to get motivated, but it didn't hurt either.
"O.K., bitch. You asked for it."
I almost pile-drove the poor kid. As I drove my cock in his ass, his knees almost left the mattress. I was effectively out of control. But at that rate I couldn't last long, either.
He could sense it. He flattened out on the mattress and I buried my face in it as I came. I would repeat what I said for the sake of completeness, but I can't remember.
I do remember the moment passing, and I brushed his hair back and kissed him again.
"You called me a bitch," he said.
"Man, I'm sorry, Dan. I was just so..."
"It's all right. I like being your bitch."
"Hmm. I know what you mean, but can we call it something else, though?"
"You called me `babe', too."
"You o.k. with that?"
"I like it."
"Then I have just one more question for now, baby."
"Ask it."
"You still have a load for me. Ass or mouth?"
He paused.
"There is," I said, "no wrong answer."
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