College is for Fucking

I picked the jeans that made my ass look good.  They paired well with my new underwear.   My cock looked twice its size in this outfit.  I took a short-sleeved shirt that made my shoulders look better than they were.  I took one last look to make sure nothing was out of place.  I wondered how long I would make that man beg before I gave in.  “He hasn’t got a chance,” I told the guy in the mirror.  I pointed a figure at the reflection.  “You’re getting laid after that movie.”  I grinned.  Not that he deserved it.  Date, get to know each other, then sex.  I was right when I called him a loser.  Why get to know a guy who was either going to dump you later or beat you till you left?  Get a good fuck out of him and then walk away before he hurts you.  It’s a winning philosophy if you ask me.

I went downstairs to wait.  I didn’t have to wait at all.  He was there talking to my struggling friend with the bike, the one whose boyfriend back home told him to play the field.

“Hello, Adam.”  The tall hunk stood up.  He knew my name; I never game him my name.  Then I realized that I didn’t know either of their names.  “Hey, change of plans, Brad here needs some downtime. I’m going to give him my ticket.  He needs it more than I do.  I’ll drop you two off at the theater and pick you up when the movie’s done.”

I didn’t say anything.  Was this his plan to start with?  Was he trying to manipulate me?  Well, screw him.  I’d go with Brad.  “I’d love to go with Brad.”  I smiled.

“Then it’s all set.  Let’s go to my car.”

Brad sat in the front seat on the way to the theater.  I had planned to make out with him on the way there, but I was thwarted by a seating arrangement.  The two of us were dropped off in front.  With having tickets already, we went right into the theater and were directed to another line.  I tried to initiate a conversation with him, but he continually looked at his feet or up at the ceiling.

I blew some air through pursed lips and noticed the theater worker who was keeping the cord closed.  I eased closer to him.  “Hey, there.”

“Hey,” he replied.

“How long are you going to keep us locked up in this line?”  I smirked and raised an eyebrow.

He looked at the clock over the entrance.  “Another thirty minutes.”

“No one else can watch the line?  I’d like a tour of this place.”

“A tour of this place?”  He smiled.

I motioned him to come closer and then whispered in his ear.  “I said a tour of your pants.”

He leaned back with red cheeks.  They went well with his dark brown hair and blue eyes.  I saw him pull his walkie-talkie up and say something.  “I’ve called for some assistance, sir.”

“Thanks.”  I winked at him.  I’m sure his cheeks became more flushed.  It didn’t take long for someone to come to relieve him.  “It’s this way, sir.”

He opened the rope to allow me to pass.  Brad never noticed that I had left him.  I walked down the large corridor leading to several of the movie theater rooms and then through a doorway marked employees only.  “This one is completely automated.  No one will come into this projection room.  I’ve always wanted to do it while a movie was playing.”  He turned and looked at me.

I pressed my lips to his.  “Do you want me to take you while you watch the film?”

“Oh, fuck yes.  I want to watch the movie from that little window.”

“Go.  Make sure you see.”

He took a few steps up to the small room before positioning himself at the window.  He looked out and watched.  I moved behind him and reached around his waist to unfasten his pants.  I pulled them down just far enough to expose his lily-white ass.  I pushed his cheeks apart.  His rosebud waited for me.

I opened the condom I had in my pocket.  My dick swelled in anticipation.  I lowered my jeans and placed the elastic of my underwear under my balls.  The rubber unrolled over my hardness, and I rubbed my cock against the pussy that waited for me to pierce it.  Each time the head of my cock rubbed across the muscle, a small moan came from its owner.

I adjusted the head to enter the mancunt standing before me.  He pushed back while never once taking his eyes from the film playing before the audience in the next room.  “Fuck me,” he whispered.

I pushed.  My entry into his tunnel was slow.  The only lubricant was that on the condom.  I could sense my partner’s discomfort and his desire.  His hands reached to spread his ass cheeks.  My constant pressure forced my shaft slowly into him until my thighs met the skin of his butt, then I did a quick thrust for the last bit.

We stood pressed together; his sphincter muscles tightened and relaxed as though they were trying to pump my dick.  I remained still.  Was he trying to jack my cock with his ass?  It didn’t matter.  I liked the sensation, and I closed my eyes and leaned against him.  He smelled of aftershave and popcorn.  Not my favorite mix of aromas, but the aftershave was strong enough to remind me that I had my dick inside an attractive man.  I began to pump slowly back and forth.

His moans were barely audible.  I moved a hand to touch his cock.  The head was still trapped in his underwear.  I left it trapped but wrapped my hand around it and squeezed.  I heard a long, drawn-out “fuck”, but it was barely audible.  He was enjoying this, and so was I.  I wanted him to lose his load in his underwear and be reminded of this for the rest of his shift.  I wished we were fucking bare so I could leave a load in his ass.  I knew it would slowly leak out as another reminder, but I maintained safety as a priority.

A small squeal incited me to fuck faster, harder.  My uniformed partner began to push his pussy back onto me as I pushed forward.  I felt his cock harden in my hand and twitch up as he came.  I gripped his dick even harder and held him as I slammed into him, filling the condom with several squirts of cum.

I allowed my cock to slip from the grip of his ass.  He turned and faced me.  Cum spread across his underwear.  “That was fucking awesome dude.”  He smiled.  “I can’t believe it.  You can fuck me any time, dude.”

I pulled my pants back up.  “I need to get back to the line.”  I leaned up and kissed him.  “You were great.”

Back in the line, Brad looked up at me.  “You feeling OK?  You were in the bathroom for an awfully long time.”

“I’m fine.  I asked to see one of the projection rooms.  It’s interesting to see how much equipment is up there.  “Oh, they're letting us find our seats.  Do you like sitting in the back?”

“Sure.”

“Sir?”

I looked over.  The guy I’d just done was walking over with two tubs of popcorn.  These are for you and your date.  Stephanie has some drinks.  I hope Coke is OK.”

I winked at him.  “They’re perfect.  Thanks for making tonight so special.”

The next morning, I thought back on the ride back to campus.  Brad called Mr. Super Stud ‘Why-A.’  What a bizarre name.  He didn’t want to walk us back to the dorm.  What did he have up his sleeve, I wondered.

I showered and got dressed for class.  A quick trip to the cafeteria for some scrambled eggs and coffee got me ready to concentrate.  I headed for my first class.  I was early.   One of the grad student TAs came into the lecture hall and left a pile of papers on the front desk.  He came up the steps and sat next to me.  

“Are you in Professor Trump’s class?” he asked.

“Sadly, yes,” I nodded.

“Why sadly?” He handed me a stapled packet.

“You’re a cute hunk.  I’d love to watch your eyes as I slipped in and out of you.”

“And who says you can’t.  I don’t grade the papers for this class.”

I smiled.  “Well, that’s good news for me.”

“I’ve got better news,” he said.

“Give it to me,” I teased.

“You’re having a walk.”  He looked over to his right and then back at me.  “So we’ve got time to go up to my office and fuck.”  He winked at me.

I pushed the packet into my backpack.

“Let me write a note on the board.”  He got up and wrote a note about the walk on the board.  I followed him down and then out of the classroom.  I followed him to the faculty elevator.

The doors closed; he turned to face me.  My mouth went to his, and I put my hand over his crotch.  He knew what to do with his tongue.  I pushed against his groin, and he moaned.  He pushed me away.

“We don’t need to get caught.”  He smiled again.  “Fuck, you’re sexy.”  He reached down and brushed his fingers against my already stiffening penis.  “Will you suck me before you fuck me?”

“Let’s find out,” I smirked.

“Fucking asshole,” he laughed.

The doors to the elevator opened, and he pulled me down the hall to his office.  I let him close and lock the door.  I kissed him and shoved my hand down his pants.  His dick was hard and on the small size.  But I didn’t care.  A small dick is still a dick.

“Get those fucking pants off.  No get all those clothes off.”

There was a moment of panic in his face.

“I can’t suck your dick or fuck your hole if you don’t get naked.”

He laughed.  “You’re an asshole, aren’t you.”

“You should save saying things like that until after we’re done.”

With his clothes thrown into a pile, he sat on the old beat-up couch on the wall next to his desk.  “I’m waiting,” he said to me, rather seductively I will admit.   I slowly stripped and kneeled in front of him and kissed him.  I loved the erotic feel of his tongue on my lips and as it darted in and out of my mouth.  I allowed my mouth to slip to his jaw and then down to his chest.  It was an ordinary chest.  He had an attractive face but not exciting beyond that.

My mouth slipped easily over his cock.  It was hard, thin, and I estimated slightly less than five inches, but it was sensitive to my lips.  He began to thrust upwards as I sucked.  He moaned and moaned.  After a few minutes, he pushed me away again.  “You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”

I pulled a condom from my backpack and looked up.

“Oh, fuuuck.  Yes.”  He pushed his ass toward me and spread his legs while leaning back on the couch.  He fingered his hole after spitting on his fingers.  I pushed my cock against his hole, and he threw a dare at me.  “Push it in; I dare you to impale me.  Stick it all the way in.”

I pushed my cock into him.  He threw his head back and sucked air in.  His hole wasn’t the tightest I’d ever fucked, but it still felt good.  I pistoned in and out.  It was warm and better than a hand job, so I kept fucking.  I pulled out and had him bend over the back of the sofa.  I shoved my dick back in and fucked him until I came.  I pulled out, and he rolled over and jerked himself.

I got a smile.  “Your dick is the right side for my ass; that’s for sure.”

I nodded and put my clothes back on.  He stood up and kissed me.  “Are you busy on Friday?  I’d love to spend the evening with you.  We can fuck as often as you like.”

“I’ve got plans with some friends.  Maybe some other time,” I lied.       

I went to my second class.  The room was still in use, so I sat out in the hall.  I felt out of sorts.  I pulled a textbook from my back and read ahead.  When the class met, I was bored, and when it adjourned, I didn’t feel well.  I went to the cafeteria, but I didn’t go in.  I felt tired.  I headed back to my room and trudged up the stairs.

As I opened the door, Why-A came up behind me.  “Adam, are you going back to get some lunch?”

I turned and looked up at him.

“You look kind of pale, Adam.”

“I’m just tired,” I replied.

“I know you didn’t get as much sleep as you’re used to.  I’ll go get you a sandwich or something and you take a nap.  I’ll be back in a little bit.”

“OK.  Hey, before you go, what’s your name?”

“It’s Yves.”  He took off down the hall.

I went into my room.  “Eve.  What a name for a guy!”  I slipped out of my pants and got into bed in my underwear and t-shirt.  Then it struck me.  “Adam and Eve.”  Maybe I misunderstood him, I thought.  It didn’t take me long to fall asleep.