It’s the last day of exams at the local university. Campus is empty. I try messaging a few old friends. Unexpectedly, one responds.
This brown 20 year old guy I have met with before. He always lays back on the couch in his house, late at night, watching reruns of friends on TV, with me between his legs, servicing his thick cut cock. Today, he’s interested in trying something different.
“I have this fantasy of having my bulge grabbed and dick sucked while I’m working. You think that’s possible?”
“Yeah! That’s a great fantasy!”
I would be happy to.
He gives me instructions on how to get to the Dr. Aldrich Whitacker building which is beside the library. I quickly walk over, and find that campus is not so empty after all. Lots of people are here. I wait in the vestibule of the large building of classrooms. He’s already waiting for me, though, and opens the door for me. He starts to walk down the hall and I follow
Just then a young woman spots us. “Hey,” she greets him.
“Oh hi,” he replies. They talk about some project they are doing while I pretend to look at the bulletin board. Nothing but outdated posters for stuff that has already happened.
Finally they finish and we continue down the hall, round a corner to what I think is his office. He punches in a keycode, opens the door and we enter.
Only it’s not an office. It’s a huge study room, with many tables and copious power and USB outlets for studying on laptops. The entire wall is a window and I can see the trees outside, now barren and the light dusting of snow on the ground. Fortunately, it looks out on a courtyard that is now empty.
He makes his way to the corner of the room where his laptop is open and plunks down in the plastic office chair. He’s in the middle of writing something in Word.
I get down on my knees beside him, as he works on his paper. He helpfully spreads his legs for me, so I’m able to reach in and massage him through his dark jeans. I feel his hardness, and I already know what’s under there. The jeans are just in the way. But I am nervous. I look at the door, and stop, scanning the room. I see something in the corner near the ceiling.
“It’s alright, there’s no cameras here.” he says, reading my mind.
“Oh right, it’s just the light sensor,” I exclaim. Still, I can’t help feeling that any moment anyone could walk in through the door. This is not the small office I’d pictured. In the wide open space, there is nowhere to hide, and nothing to get behind.
But plainly, the danger is only turning him on more, as I can see the tent in his pants. He undoes his belt for me, and helpfully lifts his bum as I slide off his jeans down his thigh.
Ah yeah, there it is. The cut cock juts sideways toward me, but his eyes are still transfixed on his work. He moves the mouse, clicking.
The only way out of this is to move quickly, before anyone sees us. I reach down and slurp up his cock. I have received tips before from this guy. He’s cut high and tight. Use lots of saliva, or he chaffs. I stare down his length, and see the recently shaved pubes. They are thick and black, and rasp against my lips like a stiff brush. My lips are going to be raw after this, just like the other times.
Soon, his dick is sufficiently wet and I work my magic on him. There is something to be said for repeat hookups — you get to know what works. Soon, he gets increasingly bothered and is unable to continue working. He slides down the chair, unconsciously jerking his thighs as he feels the mounting pleasure of my mouth. A moment later, he thrusts up and silently gushes into my mouth, and I eagerly suck it all in and swallow.
I leave him to clean up. Ten seconds later, I’m out of there, nonchalantly going down the hall. Seeing my reflection in the bulletin board, I stop and smooth my hair down so it doesn’t look like there are two giant handprints in my hair.