A World of Fantasies

There were a few more students in the building by this time. On some level, I was glad to know that the building wasn't a complete humming ghost town. But now, the building contained the muted sounds of humanity. I was able to get caught up on the notes the other me had taken in my upcoming class despite the one guy a few shelves over, who kept whisper shouting "fuck" every four or so seconds. Statistical Mathematics. It was a dry class but a necessary one. 

The alarm buzzed my phone on my right, letting me know to leave now to make it to my next class with time to spare. I packed up my bags, made it downstairs, and was walking towards the door to leave the library when someone whispered shouted: "Catch". I looked around to see what was going on, and I was just able to catch something that came at me from the level above. 

"Sorry, I forgot to ask if you can eat or even like peanuts," the guy who dropped the thing down to me continued to whisper just loud enough for me to hear. I looked at what I had caught and saw a protein bar that was peanut butter-flavored. 

"Yeah, I'm good," I tried to tell him without incurring the wrath of the librarians. I got a thumbs up from him before he disappeared. I didn't recognize him, but I had no reason to decline his gift. I hadn't realized that I had skipped lunch or had anything to eat since I left the house this morning. I was grateful that it was an XL bar, but by the time I was walking out the front door, I was chewing the last of it. 

As I exited the building this time, it was like I pulled off noise-canceling headphones. A lot of people were still outside enjoying the sunshine and what free time they still had left by getting fucked, fucking someone, sucking somewhere on a body, or getting sucked on. 

After dodging a human centipede of about fifteen men joined cock to ass with the last one buzzing like a beehive, I was a little surprised to see Mr. Beckett in the middle of a three-way. I don't know why, but I was. He was fucking some woman who was bent over and holding on to a huge flower pot while a student fucked him. The lady had on a dress that was covered in a small print and open on her back. It had slipped forward and down her arms, so there was ample access to her breasts that were just a little more than a handful each and shook sharply with each thrust she received. Her long black hair covered her face, so I hadn't a clue how old she was, not that I cared. 

Mr. Beckett's black boxer shorts were halfway down one leg and clinging to his knee. He was bent over the girl's body and held on to her breasts or nipples, pulling on them, as the guy, who looked like he had to be on one of the sports teams, fucked both of them. He was a dream of a fucker. He had shoulders that were more than capable of pushing his opponents on the field out of his way. His shirt hung open, exposing great places to hold on to as he plowed a path up any ass. His waist was more than adequate to support his crotch as he did just that. His long pants were around his feet as the sweat that he had already built up showed off all those muscles that he was using to rock my teacher's world and the woman who was along for the ride. As much as my cock wanted me to stay, my ass made my feet start walking again. 

Just before I started to walk up the steps into MacCormick Hall, the doors opened, showing two of those sex cops I saw on the way here this morning. They were carrying a naked guy between the two of them. He looked tired, dirty, and a little malnourished. His hair had long ago outgrown the style that had been cut into it. As I watched the guy being taken away, I heard a few people who passed me asking each other if that was Kelly or stating that they finally caught him or how they felt sorry for him. One guy earned a punch for saying how he was going to miss him since Kelly was a guaranteed three am booty call when he was stressing out from studying.

Kelly was transported to their squad car since he appeared unable to walk, which had the same red, purple and white stripes along the sides. In moments they were driving off-campus, and we went back to what we were doing. I made my way into the building and managed to get to my class with fifteen minutes to spare. I was standing with my back to the front of the room as I took out my laptop when I felt a set of very strong hands wrap around my waist. I yelped in surprise and pushed myself back into a wall of a body. 

"Easy there Baby," the guy said before he kissed the side of my neck. "I heard that you were actually going to practice today, So I was hoping to get time with that ass of yours before class started," the guy I had yet to see said. 

I turned around, and my eyes grew wide. It was the student that I saw fucking Mr. Beckett on my way here. The guy's dark, blonde hair had been combed, and he didn't look like he just had a hot fuck session outside as his foggy grey eyes smiled at me. 

"Hey, Decker, before you start shagging your Boo," another athlete cut in with. His shoulders gave him away too. "Could you tell Coach that I won't be able to make practice today? My job called and I have to cover someone's shift," he explained. 

"Sure thing Kirk," Decker answered. 

"You got a good one Josh," Kirk told me before he came closer and kissed Decker on the lips. "Thanks Jona," he said before leaving for a seat at the back of the class off to my left. 

"So what do you say?" Jona Decker asked as he turned his attention and smiling face back towards me. 

"Sure," I said with a smile of my own. "What did you have in mind?" I asked as I slowly slipped my arms around his neck as I tried to look comfortable. My heart was hammering away from excitement as well as fear. Excitement from finding out that he was my BF in this world and fear from thinking that he would be able to tell that I wasn't the me he knew. Instead of answering, Jona kissed me. And we spent the next fifteen minutes that way. Oh yeah, this was my boyfriend. 

My thighs shook, my heart sped up, and my palms were sweaty. I loved how my heart doubled its beats to pump excitement and wonder through my veins. I leaned my crotch into Jona's and held on to him to stay upright. As we pulled apart, I heard two things. One of them I wasn't expecting, and the other was the ringing of the first bell.

The other sound that worked its way through my barely working senses was clapping. It wasn't a standing ovation level of applause, but at least five of the people in the room were clapping in our direction. I was drowning in Jona's light grey eyes as the word 'Wow' moved slowly through my brain cells.

"Sorry to break up true love, but first bell has rung and Mr. Decker, I believe you have a class of your own to attend," someone who must have been the teacher said. I fought with myself not to kiss him so Jona could make it to his next class on time. 

"I'll text you after class," Jona said before he leaned back in for a quick peck before letting go of my ass, which I didn't even know he was holding, and stepping away. I don't know what I looked like, but it earned a smirk from Jona before he turned to leave the room. I fell back onto my desk and started to slide off for some reason before catching myself and the edge of the desk, which I used to help me swing, slash slide, into my seat. 

I was reliving our kiss and remembering how my skin tingled everywhere Jona pressed his fingers, or glided his hand across my body, never mind my skin. It was the ringing of the second bell that jolted me back to the here and now. I looked towards the front of the class and saw our teacher there, doing what all the teachers had done so far. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a green short-sleeved shirt as he reached for the tablet while he waited for the third bell to ring so he could begin Roll Call. As I looked around the class, his actions seemed to be more of a habit than a necessity. All the chairs were occupied. 

I spotted this guy in the back, who wore shorts that kept his chair close to another student, who wore a skirt and whose hand was down the first guy's crotch. For the rest of the lecture, I would glance at them ever so often, and his hand would still be there. A wet spot on the guy's pants developed, but other than that, he didn't show anything to let on that he was dripping pre-cum over another guy's hand during a class. I guess it was how he was able to make it through the period without falling asleep. They proved an entertaining distraction for me too. 

Eventually, the period ended, and the teacher left after handing out notes and worksheets to all the students. Most students followed his lead and left the classroom. I wasn't one of them. I had more than enough time, so I turned and looked at the guy in the back of the class who had been edging this entire time. 

His cock was now outside his shorts, with his legs spread wide as he leaned back in his seat. The guy doing the jacking was now sucking on his nipples and playing with the piercing. Now he openly moaned, and the sound bounced off the walls and echoed into itself. The desk part of his chair had been folded out of the way already, so when he arched up into the other guy's hand, there was nothing there to stop him. It's a good thing I was so far away, or I would have been hit by what erupted out of him. The guy kept jerking him off through the whole thing. The amount of cum he ejaculated was impressive.  I almost felt sorry for the janitor who had to come and clean up that mess, but at this point, I guess it was expected, if not routine, for the janitor by now. I stood up with a stiff cock. The thong was uncomfortable, but I didn't think I was ready to walk around without something on yet, so I compromised with myself. I lifted my skirt and pulled my cock free of the small and tight piece of fabric, leaving it to hug my balls as my dick hung out and did its part in holding up my skirt. 

It was an odd compromise that I'm sure no one was going to have issues with, but it also didn't seem to address the issue of not wearing the thong at all. I couldn't stop myself from rubbing my balls a few times through the thong before turning my eyes from the guy who now proceeded to lick up the mess he helped to create off the other guy's body.

I grabbed my bags and left the room to walk out of the building. The hallway was mostly empty. I think I saw a teacher sucking off one student next to the water fountain. A few other couples were either kissing or talking. Once I was outside, I noticed the same lack of people compared to earlier in the day. I was halfway to my car when I heard my phone going off. I reached into the side pocket of my backpack and pulled it out. It was Jona. The caller ID said so, but my phone also showed a picture of us French kissing. 

"Hello?" I answered. 

"Hello Baby," Jona answered. "I know I said I was going to text you, but I found myself calling instead," he told me. 

"It's all right," I answered back as I neared the gates to the university. 

"So where are you now?" he asked.

"I'm heading to my car to get my equipment for practice," I answered as I looked both ways for cars before trying to cross the street. 

"Real equipment?" Jona asked. 

"Yes, real football related equipment," I told him. "Do you want to see?" I then asked him as I neared the entrance to the parking tower. 

"Yeah," he answered. I didn't know if I should feel insulted or ashamed of my other self. 

"Fine. Meet you outside the locker room then," I told Jona as I realized how this would help me locate a few places. I would follow him, and he would lead me to where I had to be. I knew where the lockers were, generally, but beyond that, I hadn't a clue. 

"Oh, I'll be here," he told me. I thought that would be it, but he surprised me again. "I love you Jona, if you play football or not," he said before hanging up. I was left speechless and motionless ten feet from my car.