JOSH IN BIOLOGY CLASS by Mike Austin
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III.
The alarm stunned me awake as I felt around to shut the fucker off. Oh shit, how long has that bitch been going off? I jumped up, pissed, shoved the toothbrush in my mouth, found Todd or was it Josh's pube, spit and tugged on shorts, a T, my top siders and grabbed my tote and keys then fled for the truck and school. Those two both had to get off twice after that early breakfast and their feedings, prompted by varied Pornhub flicks, were anything but slow and steady. It was about 4 when Josh split to go home and Todd wanted to score again, but decided a trip to the gym for an early workout, was a better goal. I was so worked up and needing to cum after the multiple loads from those two, I'd forgotten my cell and only realized it as I slammed the truck in park and ran for the Humanities Building. OMG a course of classic Greek Literature might put me to sleep this morning. Knowing the red eyes and under-eye bags would announce my lack of sleep, I yanked the bottle of water from my tote as I grabbed the last seat unfortunately at the very fucking front of the lecture hall. God if Doctor Malinopolis and his droning voice didn't put me to sleep right in front of his lectern, it will be a miracle, I thought. At least I saw Don, my buddy Bryan's BF sitting at the back of the hall, safely far enough away from the chance of being questioned by Doctor M and at the other corner was Bret, the Journalism stud from last Friday afternoon. I thought I might get that hot veiny dick again and tried to look alert when Professor M strode into the hall in his somewhat Imperious manner. The lecture had tied the Proto-Indo-European myths and songs to the works of Hesiod who, as the subject of Doctor M's dissertation, in which we were now BURIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WTF was I thinking when I signed up for this train wreck, I thought? Then I scanned the class, about 100 others, mostly gaga-eyed girls all destined to be students of some obscure professor, not one jock in sight, but then there was Bret and one of his other Journalism buds, Pete. The vague swallow memory of Bret's really thick dick prying my throat apart farther than I can remember anyone else doing, helped me endure the lecture's 50 minutes. As soon as the class broke, knowing I had 25 minutes before History, I hit the head, then chowed down a vending machine's light wheat-colored Granola bar for energy and fantasized it was Josh's tubesteak. Bret would be in History as well as that bud of his Pete and hoped to get a few minutes to set up some "Bret time" after lunch. Sadly, by the time I got to class, Bret and Pete were already seated and lost in some discussion, oblivious to my entry. I was horny and getting more so. You know the saying, the more you get, the more you want...
History was fleeting, did I actually say that, much less write it????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, I tried to reach out to Bret, but he and Pete headed to the commons after class. Journalism Pete, Bret's buddy, was Latin, not a jock, but a bit bulky, muscled but no bodybuilder. His black hair was close cut and while he had a longish face that didn't seem to match the rest of him, it was the bulge that was always on display that usually held my focus. I caught him once leaving a book store way off campus one Saturday night and cursed myself for not being there earlier. We smiled, nodded to each other, his comment was simply "dead" and I had wondered ever since; was he doable? Anyway as I was daydreaming about dicks to suck, Pete the Engineering major stepped into my fog. "Yo Mike, hold up" he instructed and stunned, I turned to the voice and got a warm throb in my crotch. "You wanna grab some lunch", as he winked? I flashed to the same bookstore that I had seen Journalism Pete exiting, which is also the one I'd met Engineer Pete and given him his first gay blowjob at a gloryhole. "Hell yeah" I replied and we headed out to the parking lot. Engineer Pete worked afternoons at an architectural firm, so he didn't have a lot of time after M-W-F classes, before he had to be at work. He was about my height and build, not really a jock but more a blue-collar down to earth guy, studious and as I said, had a long but thin dick. His head came to a pronounced point and his dick curved slowly left when hard. After the meeting at the bookstore, during which time I had to work like hell to get him to agree to shove that dick through the gloryhole for a blowjob, all of a 30 minute dick chase, Pete had been a more or less "regular feeder". Somedays it was after class, others it would be a weekend at a park restroom or back at "our" bookstore, but I was getting that dick and enjoying that sweet cum he always delivered. I wondered how his slick was always so sweet and he finally admitted to loving bananas, at least two per day. Problem solved. I knew that Todd was at practice and the apt was free and clear so told Pete to meet me there. It was sort of en route to his work, so could just be a blow and go scene. That was fine with me and my schedule and met his as well. We hit the apt and in no time I was swallowing that dick. Pete's meat was hard in an instant and his hands grabbed my head, I must admit to that being a weakness of mine, and his lean hips began driving his dick down my throat. The slight left curve made sliding down on it easy as all get out and my hot throat and tongue made the thin shaft an easy target for my lust. I slowed and sucked the head, then dove back down several times before Pete urged, "C'mon Mike I gotta blow and go" and I used that as the green light to get his nut. I swallowed, moaned loudly and vibrated his dick in my throat and "OH FUCK YES" filled the room as Pete's cum flooded my throat. Of course it wasn't until he pulled out my throat that I got to taste him and get that confirmed banana sweet taste. A few quick laps of his dick, then he hit the john for a wash up and Pete was out the door on his way to work.
With some free time now, I got some class work done, busied myself with a little house work (laundry and cleaning my bathroom) and made a short list of food and sundry items. I'd wait for Todd and see if he needed anything or I'd missed an obvious "house item". I knew he'd not be in until after practice, so took my time then had a long, slow JO session with a favorite Chaos Men cocksucking vid. I must have dozed off after cumming and my cell woke me thankfully. I was spread eagle in bed, my bedroom door wide open, hand on dick and cum pooled in my crotch and abs; not exactly how I wanted Todd or any guests to find me. Jeremy was another cocksucker from the bookstore, I'd befriended and he wondered if I had some time to talk? I agreed to a meeting in 15 and he headed my way as I got cleaned up and dressed.
No sooner than my crotch was dry and my shorts and T back on, Jeremy was buzzing the door. He entered, wearing a tight Undergear top and red USMC running shorts. And while NEVER a Marine, he had the torso and dick one imagines all studly Marines possess. In fact, I'd first seen him at the bookstore in similar gear, though ARMY green fatigues, free-ballin and cruising the gloryholes. Not to pass up such a hunk, I prayed and Prayed and PRAYED and voila, there came this big head through my gloryhole, framed by those ARMY fatigues. I had my man. Jeremy liked to fuck face as a champ and I love getting face fucked so it was a great match. Little did I know how much of a cocksucker he was, at the time. Once shot, Jeremy quickly retracted, knelt at his side of the hole, opened his mouth, stuck his tongue through the hole wagging it to be fed. Well I'm no feeder so I thanked him but passed. We met outside the booths in the hallway, with him giving me the what's up with that, display of arms and hands? Shy and such as I am, I again passed and he was gracious with the rejection and we just sort of clicked. That is until we both set our sights on the same middle-aged businessman in a dress shirt and loosened tie. We followed that hunk around for about 10 minutes until Jeremy finally scored. I was jealous but happy that someone I knew got that business load.....and not some stranger. I digress. As I said, we became good friends and shared stories and a few tricks over a couple of years. His concern now was that he'd been dating someone, it had gotten serious and he wasn't sure he could change his stripes; i.e. give up cocksucking to be in a relationship. It had already caused a bit of friction between the new guy in J's life and his "reserved parking space status" at the bookstore. The new guy wanted Jeremey at home each night, even though they weren't living together. Jeremey just couldn't give up anonymous dick that easily. The crisis erupted when the new guy showed up at the bookstore and confronted J. They had a spat and were both asked to leave. J flatly told the beau off, but was now having second thoughts. He was grappling with being solo the rest of his life and being free to suck dicks vs this new man who wanted the picket fence, two dogs and a parakeet. We came to closure with him dropping his fly, me swallowing that wonderful dickhead and him blowing his nuts down my throat, zipping up, grinning demurely then giving me a salute and "thanks bro", exiting the apt and the pale smell of cum still lingering in his wake. Moments later Todd came in from practice, dropped his gear inside the front door, went back down to his truck and came back in with four WalMart bags of fresh produce. Emptying the stuff in the kitchen, he pulled a long cucumber out and waved it from his crotch then repeated the taunt with a foot-long deli sandwich. Never one to avoid an opportunity, I knelt, took the end of the sandwich in my mouth, looked up and rolled my eyes to the back of my head. Todd was sweaty from practice, pumped and ready for a blowjob. In no time, those baggy shorts were on the floor, his dick bottomed down my throat and his black, hairy balls being emptied.....
Todd regrouped, tugged up his shorts, stowed his practice gear and we put away the store stuff. "What's J-LO (he giggled) over here for", he asked in amusement. "He's got boyfriend probs and wanted a second opinion, instead he got a blowjob and was relieved after the visit" (I laughed at my double entendre). "Ya know you 2 homos should really be the ones living together", Todd remarked as he stripped to shower in front of me. "Yeah we would be ideal roommates, fighting for each other's tricks, I think NOT", I said firmly. "Besides, who'd help you out when Melanie or Martha, Joyce or Peggy Sue shuts you down and leaves you with a Todd sized case of blue-balls"? I shot back. "You may be onto something there BJ MAN", he spun and disappeared to his bathroom and shower, that fine pitcher's ass flexing as he walked away...
My cell was blowing up again. This time it was Josh, asking if he could swing by later? He wondered if Todd would be home or not? I assured him that Todd, being home or not, he (Josh that is) was welcome anytime and it was clear that Todd had no problem with me, my guests or activities, so that he shouldn't be reluctant to drop by. By the end of the call, I was shivering with excitement and my dick was rock hard. I made my bed, found some straight porn and then on second thought, marked some BI porn as favorites too, just in case. Todd strolled out in a towel, his ample bulge displayed against the wet fabric, asked who I was talking to and I said that Josh might drop by later. "You need me to be scarce, bro" he asked? I shook my head no and he was cool with it. I wondered, would he need tequila- I was out; maybe beer- there were 4 in the fridge, but was that enough; maybe wine- no too woosey; shit fuck, gin, scotch, bourbon; rum, coke- yeah that's it, Rum and Coke.............I was all set when the door buzzer went off. From his bedroom, Todd was humming the wedding song. "Shut the fuck up dickhead" I blared. "It's open" I aimed at the front door and in stepped Josh wearing his Speedo, a towel around his neck, flip flops and a grin. With some frivolity, he raised both arms in a wide V and announced "I'm Here". I broke over laughing as Todd entered the kitchen at the very same time. Josh quickly changed his tone and display and Todd broke up laughing. Once Josh recovered, the laughter subsided and Todd had gotten scarce, Josh apologized and I shunned his apology as it made no impact on me. I'd been fixing 2 Rum and Cokes and passed one to my Man, standing there still in towel, Speedo and flip flops, though not quite as flamboyant as his entry. Todd again comes out, this time dressed, talking on his cell, high fives us and disappears out the door. The silence was vacuum-like. "Uh dude I really don't" as I stopped Josh's continued apology. "Man don't be hesitant to drop by anytime, do what you like anytime, and Todd is down with it, so you need to be too", I pronounced. "Now, if I can just get you out of that Speedo, you can keep the towel and flip flops on for a speedy exit should you find the need", I urged. While still swigging his R&C, I dropped down in front of him in the kitchen, jerked the Speedo under his balls and began licking his furry blonde sack and those awesome heavy balls within. In no time, his dick was flowing precum and I was swiping it from his head then diving deep to that furry crotch. At first, he started to resist but his dick gave away his real need and purpose of his visit. Still squatted in front of him, he backed me slowly against the kitchen cabinetry, reached to the opposite side of the bar, grabbed hold of it for leverage and began slamming my face. The tension of my back against the cabinet and being held in front by that awesome jock torso and hairy legs was Nirvana-like for us both I think, as he face-fucked me harder and harder until his final plunge was deeper than any of his previous uses of my mouth and throat. He shot repeated ropes and my throat gripped his dick like a milking hose. Once done, he pulled back, his dick lay on my tongue and I lapped him dry. He finally pulled out and I felt the outline of the cabinet handles in my back; well-earned marks of success. Grabbing his gear, me helping resurrect his Speedo from his sub-groin area, Josh announced he had to fly and would call later. Such a treat, I thought. How lucky am I?