A World of Fantasies

Warning. Female involved sex act in this part.

It turned out that the skin magazine in my backpack was the required reading material for the weekend. I also noticed that I borrowed it from the campus library. This class was on the Impact of Social Changes. Of course, the latest biggest social change has been the out-and-out gay pride movement that grew from the Stonewall Riots, back in sixty-nine. These changes weren't something new that happened overnight.

For this world, it seemed to have been a progress. An accelerated progress, but a progress nonetheless that has taken decades for it to turn into what it has become. Once people realized that homosexuals were leading the way to a more sexually liberating life, everyone got on board. Well, not everyone, there are those few hold-outs who continued to 'cover up' and 'repress their normal human urges' as our teacher said. 

We received back a report that was on those hold-out clicks. I didn't get a 'B', my expected average, and questioned how much I let my grades slide in exchange for riding cock, well, anywhere. At the end of class, I tried to approach the teacher to ask if it was possible to re-do the report. Or do a follow-up for extra credit. Yeah, even in this sex-laden and inhibition-free world, I was looking for more homework. But I had an obstacle to overcome.

Hank was very possessive of Dr. MacCabe's attention. He had approached him, and his cock, mere seconds after the bell rang, ending the class. Currently, he was kneeling between Dr. MacCabe's legs and sucking on a hard cock while watching me like he was guarding the only meal he's received this week. Hank was cute. I wouldn't mind sucking something on him too. He had short waves of sun-bleached hair. Hank had no tan lines, but I don't really think anyone did here unless they were making some kind of statement. 

"You got the third-highest mark," MacCabe told me with his eyes closed and his hand lost in the waves on Hank's head. "I'm not letting you re-do it, but you can use it as a basis for the next report. For you I will allow callbacks to this report," he slowly told me before waving me out of the room. "I believe you have another class to get to Mr. Doxon," he informed me. 

"Thank you, Mr. MacCabe," I said with Hank's eyes still on me. He pulled back slowly, showing off MacCabe's wet cock and his tongue's movements before swallowing it all the way to the end again. Clearly, he got a lot of practice with that particular dick. "Doctor," MacCabe told me with a withering breath. 

"Hank, my boy," MacCabe moaned as he forgot about me. Yes, my other class. My cock leaked as Hank smiled at me as he started to bob his head up and down our teacher's cock. His lips glided over every vain and around the curve in the middle of his shaft. I licked my lips as I wanted to taste his cum. The door was open to the hallway, and I saw people walking by who didn't think what was going on to be noteworthy. In fact, my attention was grabbed by two guys who just started fucking against the wall. There were grunts and moans along with the flesh-slapping sounds that vibrated down the hall. That is what got me to look away from Hank's demonstration in the first place. No one stopped them, but a few stopped to watch like I was doing myself. For them and Hank and MacCabe. 

I turned back to my teacher, and Hank's eyes were closed now and as he went faster and got messier. Mr. MacCabe abruptly stopped him and pulled him off his dripping cock. 

"Oh no," he told Hank with a heaviness that I felt in his words. "I'm cumming in you this time," he informed the guy who was breathing rapidly and still had his eyes closed. 

"Yes, Sir," Hank moaned before he opened lazy, sexy-looking eyes. And those eyes worshiped Dr. MacCabe. As Hank was turned around to lay over the desk, he finally saw me again. His eyes shone for a second before he waved me over. There was no thought or rush involved in my moment. I just moved closer. I moved to stand in front of Hank, but not before I saw Mr. MacCabe extracting a butt plug dildo hybrid from Hank's ass. 

Hank climbed up on the desk and reached out for me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and neck as he pulled me closer and held on tight. He used me as, I don't know what, as the last of it was pulled free of his body. How did he go the whole class with that thing in him? It was bright orange, almost gold. And from Mr. MacCabe's grip on the implement, it appeared to be rather soft. The built-in curves must have aided in making it comfortable, if not tolerable for Hank. But it was still long. The thing must have had at least two inches on my cock.

"Since you aren't leaving," Hank whispered to me before I felt his fingers rubbing the tip of my cock through my clothing. 

"Ah," I moaned in surprise and heat. Until he grabbed me, I thought that Hank was going to either tell me to fuck off or hit me. From how he was acting before, I thought jealousy was still a thing in this world. But as I felt my skirt being pulled higher up on my waist, I started to believe that I was mistaken. 

"You are going to be a mouthful," Hank purred as he left my field of vision and moved south down my body. At the other end of Hank's person was the breathtaking sight of Mr., sorry, Dr. MacCabe, as he aimed his tool at Hank's open and waiting hole. 

"AAAHhhhh," was the long moan I uttered as Hank sank and had his mouth pushed to the base of my cock by Dr. MacCabe's first slow thrust. "Good Yes!" I cried out in relief. I have been lowkey edging since I saw Adam being screwed into the floor by Father Keyy this morning. 

I remembered watching a guy who was naked as he stood leaning against a post at the crosswalk. He just stood there looking at the cars until he saw someone he liked and looked only at them as he rubbed one out until the light changed and the focus of his fantasy had to drive away. I was coming from the other direction, so when I stopped, I was on the other side of the street and just watched him until the light changed for me to drive past him. David saw him also and blew him a kiss for some reason. 

All the naked men caught my attention. One guy, who was shunning clothing today, utilized an umbrella to keep his skin from burning as he walked around town running errands. In fact, most of the guys who were not wearing clothing, wore a fanny pack mostly, across their chest, and under their other arm. Well, the males really. I didn't care about the female population.

"Fuck!" I shouted when Hank stopped bobbing his head and hollowed out his mouth to suck on my dick that was already halfway down his throat. One of my hands gripped the edge of the desk while the other looked for an anchor at the roots of Hank's hair. Before I understood what I was doing, I was fucking his mouth. I've never fucked anyone's face before, but there went my hips. Snapping back and forth against his lips. The sucking pull, the wet heat, and the slippery tight tunnel of his throat had me moving faster and faster until I froze on my toes while I emptied my balls down his gullet. 

I started to hear things again. My breathing was the first thing I heard and recognized. Next was Hank's voice slightly muffled around my cock causing me to pull back and out of his mouth in slight fear that I may have hurt him. I staggered backwards on shaky legs to land on the table arm of the school chair. 

With the drug ecstasy, aka endorphins, coursing through my body, I raised my eyes to watch Dr. MacCabe as he resumed his fucking of Hank's ass. I think he stopped when I was pounding his boy's mouth. For that, I thank him for a few reasons. One of them being, I get to watch them go at it without my cock stifling Hank's cries, pleads, or moans. 

When my cock finally got soft enough to fit into my thong again, I fixed my clothes and walked out to find my next class. I was thinking of sticking around for Dr. MacCabe and Hank's end, but they went longer than I thought they would, and despite what was going on around me, I felt a little drained and wanted to get to my next class on time. 

I walked through the sex party that occupied the hallways. The guys outside of my last class weren't the only ones. I saw threesomes and foursomes happening. I saw other people who just watched, or actively helped one person fuck someone else. More people jilled or jacked off to other people, who were more often than not, bouncing their ass on a cock, be it fucking them into a wall or locker, or bucking up from the floor. At that moment, I planned to find the bar that had the bull riding machine that came with a dildo attached to it. In this world, I believed it had to exist. 

Once I made it out of the building I pulled off my backpack to fish out my schedule. It looked mostly like the one I had before I found myself here. Being in year three of my four-year degree program, I didn't have any core classes left. I was now working through the classes for my major. Which, in case I didn't tell you, was Social Anthropology. A professional people watcher who could then teach others what I learned. It didn't sound so bad back then, and now I had a whole new world to research and observe. 

It appeared that I didn't have another class for an hour. That could be why Hank and Dr. MacCabe weren't in a rush to finish. Everyone couldn't be screwing all the time, and I was betting that I knew a quiet spot where I could catch up on my other self's notes. On my way there I cubbed back up as I walked past one sex scene after another, with a few people like myself trying to get things done. 

"Thank you Mommy," some guy moaned to the right of me as he pulled a lady down into his crotch and arched upwards. He had to be cumming, but the lady wasn't there yet. She wildly rotated herself on his cock as she tried to cum. 

"Come on Baby. Just a little more," she pleaded as she flung her head forward and looked down at the guy's legs. "Mommy is almost there," she told him.

"Yes Mommy," he grunted before I saw him starting to fuck her again. I didn't stick around. Just beyond them, on the grass, with a few other people, was a couple of guys who were laying in a strewn mess of what I IDed to be different aspects of the school's uniform. They were naked except for their piercings and cock rings. They moaned happily through their slow sixty-nine as they laid on their sides. 

Incidentally, I may have counted at least sixty-nine different sex positions by the time I walked up the steps of the Franklyn Black building. Aka, the library. My overheated body was grateful for the lack of clothing at this point. I stepped into the cool building and mentally wallowed in the AC for a moment before someone shouted out as they orgasmed and then were promptly shh-ed by who I took to be a librarian.

The FB was one of the two buildings on campus that had more than just a ground floor. The other two-story structure was the chapel. Considering how the rest of the world had changed, I was curious to see how service was now performed. Or if they had any at all. 

I saw the reception desk off to my right with two males and one female seated there and working on their computers. As I got closer, I saw that their eyes were closed and not just downcast. Closer still and I heard faint humming coming from the three of them. 

"Excuse me," I said to get someone's attention. 

"Ah, yes," the lady said before she took a deep, slow breath. "How may I help you today?" she asked as she tried to focus her eyes.

"I'm looking for a few things," I started. "I would like to find the curriculum for Social Anthropology. I would also like any information written about the start of-," I paused as I tried to come up with some kind of name for what this world, if not just the country, was living through. "The current age of sexual freedom?" I asked, told, her.

"Just one moment," she breathed before lowering one hand to under the desk while the other reached for a pen and paper. She then used both hands to type away on the keyboard in front of her. 

"Everything can be found in section J, on the second floor," she began once she started to write something down on the paper. She used her mouse a little, then wrote down some more information. The entire time her coworkers continued their humming. "The information you asked for is spread across a few books. These three supplement each other regarding their information about The Turn, and copies of the school academic catalog can be found in all sections," she told me as she handed over the shortlist. "As always, all sexual actives must be kept muted or you may be asked to leave the building," she informed me with a smile. "You may continue now," she told someone as she closed her eyes again. I hadn't taken ten steps when she was humming again. 

I walked towards the escalator and ascended to the second floor.