The two of us walked into the library. Nelson pranced along behind me. Several people laughed at the two person parade .I called back over my shoulder. "Pull yourself together and walk like a man. I don't want people to think I'm encouraging you."
"Don't get your panties in an uproar. I've agreed to answer your stupid questions and no more than that, especially letting you boss me around."
I shrugged and headed into my little closet of a room. Naturally, Nelly had to make some remark about me being in the closet.
I finally got him to stop flitting around the small room and to sit down. He crossed his legs sissy like and looked at me expectantly. I began with some innocuous questions and made like I was writing his answers down. He yawned. I guess he was getting bored. I figured I better get on with the main event. I reached for the little tube but it had become slippery from the goo inside and it slipped out of my fingers.
"What's this dearie, you using lipstick? Let's see the shade. I like mad pink."
He reached down to grab the metal tube but I got there first, but somehow, we squeezed it and a small spray hit my face. I didn't feel anything, at first, but I was aware that Nelson was staring intently at me.
"You okay? You look very strange. You need a doctor?"
"Why you asking?" I sort of slurred campily. "I'm in the pink!"
"I'd say lavender. I do believe our boy is dropping hairpins all over. I always hoped you were gay. That ass of yours is the best on campus, fuck, the best in the Western Hemisphere!"
Something was definitely happening. First off, I had a very stiff prick. He was staring at it. The other thing was that Nelson was looking awfully good to me, handsome sexy and very desirable.
Nelson was fixing me with his eyes. This was a very portent moment. "Jeff, your cock is telling me that you are gay." He put both hands on my shoulders and tried to drawn me closer. I did feel like I wanted to kiss him, but those other lips were taking priority. He could see the confused look on my face and the way my hips were moving slightly. Suddenly his manner changed and his voice deepened and became a bit authoritative.
"Tell me Jeff, are you falling in lust with me? I know the signs. You want to blow me? Or...wait...I know what you want. Who would have thought." Then in a deep commanding voice to ordered, "Strip! Than put your bare ass on this desk."
This was nuts. I definitely wasn't myself. Part of me was thrilled that he was taking charge, showing me his hidden deep personality I did exactly what he asked, like a good sub.
He rubbed the head of his cock on my ass lips and I was reduced to childish babbling. I watched his face grow serious, then he reared back and pushed into me firmly. I screamed with surprise and a little pain. I hadn't been entered since I was fourteen. Then he started a steady paced fuck that brought us both into an out of mind experience.
I warned him that I was about to blow and he said, "Let it come."
I began spurting goo all over my chest and the pulsing of my ass ring sent him over the edge. We squirmed and hugged and shivered until we were through
"Hey, you are some good fuck. And I think I was outstanding. I must go back to every kid on campus for whom I bottomed and not I'll top them."
I was too knocked out to socialize. I let him get dressed and leave. Finally I was ready to dress.
The cool air outside felt good. I reached Prof. Aimsley's lab. He was in and seemed excited. "Igor, dear boy, I have a new device I just developed."
I was going to correct him as to my name but I figured it was useless. He was such an air head.
"It is called the Fartalator, yes, you guess it, by Jove, it spews human gases and will demoralize the enemy."
"What about my testing of the Osculator?"
He took a long time to fill his pipe and then said, "Sadly the Army has rejected it. At the proving grounds the wind took some of the particles and unfortunately two generals fell to kissing. Very unexpected. But now to the Fartalor. Are you ready to run tests.
"I know it's gas," I joked, "But I know something untoward will happen, like a fart explosion that will wreck the library and I'll be blamed. But I can give you three names of young men that participated in the Osculator test, I'm sure they'll be up to the Fartalator test."
He hardly paid attention as I slipped out, but I heard him ask himself, "How about a device that will put cooties in the hair of the opposing troops?
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