Late winter quarter freshman
year. Volunteered by my fraternity President to attend an All-Greek meeting. I
think it's an honor. No one else will go.
I walk into the auditorium.
I’m told to sit in the first three rows. Everyone is scattered throughout this
200 seat classroom. No one is in the first three rows. I see a guy from
Sigma-something in the back. Their house is near ours. Decent guys. Mostly jocks.
Mostly not too bright. I've seen him around enough that we nod to each other on
campus. I go sit one seat over from him.
His name is Brad. Didn't
volunteer; drafted. Junior. 6'6" 250# Plays football. Beautiful eyes. He's
hot. Has one foot up on the seat in front of him. His package is big. Seriously
big. Without looking at me, he passes me a flask. "It's the only way to
get through this..." The meeting is long and dull. Lots of
administrative crap. Nothing of note. We can't leave until we've signed out.
Can't sign out until they tell us it's over.
By the time Brad and I
leave, the flask is mostly done. We're both buzzed. We wander off into the cool
night air. It's dry now, but rained while we were inside. Everything smells
fresh in the night air. I gotta pee. I wander off the path towards some trees
and brush, where it's dark. I pull it out and start to pee. Brad staggers up
right next to me. Starts peeing. Our wiz makes a slight splattering sound as it
makes the large ivy leaves dance and shimmer in the dim light from the path.
Brad bumps me slightly.
Our arms touch. He doesn't move away. Presses into me. Our fingers touch.
They play as we stand there silent. He finishes. I get hard and can’t pee
anymore. He takes my hand and moves it to his dick. I grasp his thick meat in
my hand. I move my hand forward... uncut. I stroke his meat. He sighs.
"Yeah..." he whispers.
He grows fully hard in
only a few strokes. Damn. It's really big. I want to drop down and try and take
it in my mouth. I stroke forward. I slip my finger into his foreskin and roll
it around the head.
"Oh, my God!"
he says in full conversation voice. We've been silent up to this point.
I rub my finger over his
urethra a few times... He gasps, "Dude...!" I can feel his cock grow
even bigger and harder. He grabs the back of my neck for support. I start
pumping his dick hard. Moving my hand down the shaft and then back over the
head. I keep increasing the pace. Grips my neck harder. Breathing tightens up.
I keep pumping his thick shaft. He sucks in more air... and holds it. I hold
mine. He makes a slight "Mmph." noise. I stop pumping and hold the
base tight. He's cumming.
I feel the first pump of
his load. Then I hear it. In the silence it hits the leafy ground cover with a
loud "SCHLAPP" sound as his huge load unleashes onto the groud cover.
Each pump of jizz lands with the same noise: "SCHLAPP... SCHLAPP... SCHLAPP..."
I can't tell how many pumps of ejaculate shoots from his massive cock. It's
only when I think it should have ended that I start counting. I count six
before he dribbles to a conclusion. I'm guessing it's at least twelve nut
blasts. I can smell his rich seed in the air. I'm close and I haven't even
touched my dick.
I don't want to let go. His
rough hand is still on my neck. He turns me slightly. I think he's going to say
"thanks" or "fuck you, faggot", not sure as the silence
confuses me. He grabs the top of my jeans by my ass and bends over. My dick is
in his mouth. One hand holding my jeans, the other my thigh. Like he thinks I'm
going to try and get away. Gives a great blowjob. Very sloppy. Takes it all in.
I grab his hair and fuck his face.
Doesn't take me long. I
whisper, "I'm gonna sperm." He keeps slurping away. I say it again.
He still keeps slurping. Finally, I say it out loud, "Dude, I'm going to
sperm my load in your mouth." He grunts. I nut. He takes it
all.
Every.
Fucking.
Drop.
He stands up. Looks
around casually and pulls out his flask again. He takes a swig. Offers it to
me. I oblige. With a shrug, he says, "Later" and walks off, tucking
his massive meat back in his pants as he gets to the walkway. Brad stops. “If
you tell anyone, I’ll kill you.” I nod. He turns away. He stops again. “But I
wouldn’t mind fucking you.” He smiles. Waves. Walks off. I realize have to pee
again.
---
Late June. It's too
fucking hot. Heading from the library to my last final. I'm walking across the quad,
sweating. I see Brad in the distance walking in the opposite direction. He nods.
I keep walking. He turns back. I walk around towards the back of the Humanities
building along a path. To my left is the spot where I jerked off Brad. I open
the door to the back stairwell. I doubt too many people use this way in: it's
on the edge of the main quad. The path only leads around the building. Brad has
almost caught up to me as I enter the small vestibule. Hold the door open for Brad.
He smiles.
I as I walk the heat of
the room overwhelms me. It's stifling. Brad bumps me into the corner with
his body. I can feel the heat coming off of him. I drop my backpack as I brace
myself against the wall. I'm not sure if we're gonna fuck or if he's going to
beat me up. His hands glide down my body.
We're gonna fuck.
He reaches around. Pulls
me close. Begins biting on my neck. His hands grab the top of my jeans and
pull. The button-fly pops open with six little pops. His hands push my jeans
and boxers down. He grinds against me as he grabs my junk. We are not nearly as
quiet as we were that night. Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the urgency.
Whatever. He wants in my ass. He's pulled open his jeans. His hard cock is
pushing up the small of my back. He grinds into me. Pumping me. Groping.
I'm turned and pushed to
the floor. "Slick it up." It doesn't seem as big in the daylight as
it bobs in front of me. When I try to put it in my mouth, I realize how huge
this fucker is. I gag. Slurp. Drool. Tug on his massive nuts... My ass is
twitching. I'm not that into bottoming, but fuck...
"Up." He
grunts as he pulls me up and turns me around. He pushes me against the wall.
Toys with my hole with his spit-covered dick on my sweaty ass. The head
enters...
"FUCK!" I'm in
pain. He grunts as he pushes in more. I feel a trail of sweat roll down my
back. I silently pray it goes down to my aching hole. He pushes... I cry
out again.
He laughs. "There's
more..."
Brad pulls out. I hear
him spit. Then the sound of him rubbing that thick meat. He rubs my slick back
and I feel his fingers pushing the slickness to my hole. It's against my
hole again... He pushes in. Some more. And more. And more...
...still more.
I'm seeing stars. I
realize that I'm pushing on the wall so hard I've pushed myself up. He's
pushing into me so hard I'm being supported by his dick. I'm about to go into
full freak out mode that I'm being skewered by this giant cock, until I realize
he's got his left arm under mine. His right hand between my legs. I relax a
bit. He takes this as a cue to fuck me harder and deeper.
I've got my feet on the
ground. We get into a nice rhythm. His right hand now firmly grasping my cock
and balls. He's leaning on the left forearm, pushing me against the wall. I
don't know if I can take the ass pounding much longer. I also don't want it to
stop.
"You like that,
buddy?" His cock assaults my hole. I can only reply with a gurgle.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you're gonna scream so loud when you
cum."
As he begins to
piston-fuck my hole, we hear it. A door, several flights up slams and someone
is descending the stairs.
While we are not in
plain view, if the person walking down the final steps looks moderately to
their left, we're caught.
"Shut up! Shut
up!" he hisses. Even stifling my whimpers and grunts, I'm panting like a
mother fucker.
The steps get closer as
they come down the clanging metal stairs. Brad shifts moves his arm and pulls
me closer. The person is right above us. They stop. Brad pulls tighter. His
cock slips in all the way. Balls deep. My legs curl up. Pushed against the cold
concrete wall, he's holding my torso with his left arm and my dick and balls
with his right hand. It's all I can do not to scream out. My entire body is on
fire. Sweat is pouring off me and I'm slippery in his arms. I'm going to slide
out and onto the concrete floor.
The person walks down
the stairs and steps off the last step. I slip. Brad pulls me tighter. I
grunt.
And then it
happens.
Brad lets out a soft
moan. I feel his huge cock depositing a massive load in my ass. Each pump of
sperm into my hole makes me shake harder. My balls pull back and I begin
blowing my load down the wall. I gasp loudly. I hear a loud click and whirr...
Why hasn't this person noticed us? The door opens and the room fills with
bright sunlight. The door shuts. We both groan loudly as he pumps the last of
his spunk into my hole. I slip from Brad's arms. Dropping on my knees
gasping.
Brad is giggling.
"Fucking Walkman." He laughs louder. "He had a fucking Walkman.
Never even noticed us."
He helps me up. We stand
there awkward in our silence. He’s a sweat-covered god. I want to lick the
sweat off him. I hesitate. I look down. I see my bag. "Fuck! I'm late for
my final!" I scramble to put my clothes on. I'm not going to have time to
shit out his load. I barely say goodbye.
I have no idea how I did
on that final. All I remember is being uncomfortable the whole time and getting
hard again every time I realized I had his massive load in my ass. I was on the
Dean's List that year, so I must have done well.
I saw Brad around, but
we never hooked up again after that.
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