Sex Ed

Field Trip

“You have a what, exactly?” Bobby asked for the third time.

“An engagement. A gig. It’s part of my music program.” Danny explained. “I’m supposed to do a few professional showings to prove that I’m marketable to talent agents and record labels. But it’s just a piano bar, so it’s low pressure, not like a full concert.”

“Well, can I come?” Bobby added, tracing his hand along Danny’s bare sides, following the sinuous flow of his muscles. Even after weeks of close-up, intimate access to the athletic stud’s gorgeous body, Bobby couldn’t refrain from touching him constantly, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin.

Danny chuckled. “Of course. Well, I think so. It’s a working bar, and you’re under 21, so they might make a little fuss at the door, but I think I can talk you in, since I’m performing. I’ll just say you’re my designated driver.”

Danny rolled over so that his naked body was on top of Bobby’s once again, Danny’s dark hair messy and wild from their evening together.. Bobby felt Danny’s stiffening cock pressing against his stomach. Danny leaned down and whispered in Bobby’s ear, “It’s certainly true that you drive me crazy.”

The scent of their sweat and sex washed over Bobby’s senses, and he felt intoxicated by his luck. Who’d have thought that when he chanced to snag an open spot in a Sexual Health class in his first semester, that he’d now be here, a few weeks in, hours in bed taking hold of a breathtakingly handsome senior stud’s hard cock and guiding him to his hole.

Danny’s previous load from that night was still inside of him, lubricating Danny’s shaft as he pressed into Bobby once again, inch after inch sliding home achingly slowly. Bobby moaned quietly as his thoroughly fucked hole was expanded again, taking his man’s heated tower to the thick base.

In the pale blue light of not-quite-dawn, Danny leaned back on his knees between Bobby’s far-flung legs, and moved gently, his body rolling in smooth, controlled thrusts. The light cast from the window scattered across his naked torso, dappling him with early morning moonlight. The divine sculpture of Danny’s body was cast into sharp light and shadow as he fucked Bobby slowly.

Bobby shivered as the bedsheets were cast aside and the cold air met the sweat on his chest, but the warmth of Danny’s body sliding against him, around him, entering him fueled his desire and kept the chill at bay. Bobby’s own cock was hard again, straining up towards his belly button and leaking like a faucet. Danny slipped his fingers through the dripping fluid and cupped Bobby’s shaft with a slicked hand, jerking him in time with his thrusts.

Danny turned his head to kiss at Bobby’s calf, perched on his shoulder. Between kisses he murmured, “Is this what you need? What can I do to service you?”

Bobby reached up, rubbing his hand up Danny’s chest and further, curling into a fist in Danny’s hair and dragging him down on top of him so they were chest to chest again, Bobby’s legs wrapped around Danny’s hips as Danny continued to move inside him.

Bobby teased Danny’s nipples lightly, and the senior growled above him in response. Bobby licked and bit at his neck gently, working his way up to Danny’s ear. Bobby could tell that he was having a pronounced effect on the bull that was plowing him because Danny began to fuck him a bit harder and a bit faster.

Bobby placed one hand firmly on Danny’s perfect butt, guiding and urging him deeper into him, still teasing Danny’s right nipple with the other. In his ear he whispered, “I want you to fuck me until you burst, fill me with your hot seed…and then eat it out of me.” Then with no other instructions to give, he licked and kissed around Danny’s ear as Danny’s forehead planted into the pillow beside him and the stud fully committed to his partner’s request.

Danny groaned through gritted teeth as their fucking increased in volume and pace. The sweaty smack of Danny’s heavy balls clapping into Bobby’s ass, and as their bodies collided roughly. The bed frame began to shake and squeak slightly on every third thrust. Blinding white and black shapes passed before Bobby’s eyes as the all-American college beefcake fucked him deep and hard. He didn’t even realize he was crying out until Danny was matching him, his cock lodged deep inside him and shooting another load of creamy jizz, pumping him full of hot warmth.

Danny was still panting when he slid free, one inch at a time, moved down the bed, pried Bobby’s cheeks apart, and dove face-first into eating his sensitive ass, and Bobby screamed.

Only a few hours later, Bobby sat at the kitchen table in the frat house, wearing one of Danny’s t-shirts (which fit him remarkably well considering the difference in their muscle mass, but then, Danny liked the tight fit, and Bobby’d been working out recently), eating a bowl of cereal and trying to avoid making eye contact with two other fraternity brothers who were sitting across from him and who shot him knowing grins every time he did.

Bobby was saved when Danny finished his shower and descended, wearing only a pair of running shorts. He leaned down to kiss Bobby and then set about preparing his own food. Bobby’s cock definitely enjoyed the view – he never got tired of looking at Danny in fact. And the shorts had the right material to hang just so – perfectly emphasizing Danny’s hefty package and amazing ass. Shaking himself from his reverie, Bobby took the excuse to stand up. “I should go – I haven’t been to my room in ages, and I need to shower and change too before class today.”

“Okay. Have a good day. Text me if you want to meet up for lunch or dinner…” Danny smiled mischievously, “Or if you want this thick cock in between classes, cause you know it’s yours when you want it.”

Bobby turned bright red as the other brothers snickered, but Danny’s eyes held level, and Bobby knew he was dead serious. Bobby grinned back, raising his voice performatively, “Wow, I’ve never had a stud go that many rounds and come back for more so soon.”

The brothers wolf-whistled, and it was Danny’s turn to chuckle, but he shrugged impishly, enjoying the game, “What can I say, with your talents, I’m insatiable.”

The brothers’ jaws were now agape, looking between the two lovers astounded. Bobby kissed Danny deeply, walked to the door and turned back to wink and say, “You’d better be, stallion. I’ve got needs.”

Danny let out a burst of laughter as Bobby swept imperiously out the door of the frat house, practically glowing with mirth, arousal, and indescribable joy.

His good mood lasted through all of his morning classes, and Bobby had a break in the afternoon. He was tempted to take up Danny’s offer of booty call, but then remembered that today was another Body, Anatomy, and Sexual Health class, so he decided to hold off for a while, and wound up studying instead.

When Bobby arrived, the other guys were still trickling in. He caught up with Thomas and Henry for a bit, mostly banter about Bobby and Danny’s developing connection. Ryan and Chris stopped to say their hellos on their way past, and then Danny arrived, giving Bobby a quick kiss before they sat down together.

In strode Mike, their tall dark and mouth-wateringly handsome professor. He seemed a bit distracted, preoccupied with something troubling, but his expression swiftly masked that with his usual smile.

“Hello guys, let’s circle the chairs for our usual discussion of the reading…”

The class passed in a haze of Latin nomenclature. They were reviewing and preparing for the mid-term exam, which would include the ability to accurately name a large number of muscles and bones. Bobby was feeling confident though, because of his early study sessions with Thomas and Henry.

Bobby noticed about halfway through the hour that the redhead jock who’d taught him all about sex toys wasn’t there. He supposed Jake might be intentionally late again, as a part of his ongoing game with his mysterious partner. But throughout the class, Jake did not appear. Bobby was prevented in wondering too much when Mike stood suddenly.

“You know, I’m feeling like all this technical jargon is putting you all to sleep, so everyone up! We’re going for a field trip.”

Mike turned on his heel and marched out the door. The six guys scrambled to follow him, each wondering where on earth they’d be going. They made quite the parade – a smoking hot young professor followed by six of the best-looking guys on campus, each stunning in his own way.

“Maybe we’re going to the medical services office to mock a check up.” Bobby guessed, Danny’s arm draped around his shoulder.

“I don’t think so, that building is the other way.” Danny murmured back. Either way, actually standing and walking in the fresh air felt wonderful, getting out of their stuffy basement classroom. It was late afternoon, so the sun was beginning to track downward, but it wasn’t quite golden hour yet.

As they walked, Mike turned over his shoulder to speak, “We’ve gotten to know each other well enough that I know each of you are sexually active men in your own ways. While our class is focused primarily on health and safety practices, part of that is in knowing your local sexual culture – how it operates, and how you can safely seek out partners. Now I know there’s plenty of apps and technologies today for quick hookups and no strings attached. But not that long ago when I was around your age, there were established places a guy could go to looking for some action…”

He led them into the campus library, and down a staircase to the basement level, where the research rooms, video and sound editing suites, and other private study rooms were located. When they reached a certain empty room, Mike turned and led them all into it, closing the door behind.

“While I was making copies for last week’s class I came across one such location right here in our library. There’s a glory hole in the men’s restroom down here.”

The class shifted, their attention now intently curious.

“Did you…you know, make use of it?” Thomas chuckled.

Mike smiled. “Ah, no, not then. No one else was in there. But I wanted to show it to you all as an example of sex culture that definitely still exists.”

“So…you would have used it if you could…?” Thomas prompted, sounding hopeful.

Mike laughed at that. “I’m a hot-blooded guy just like any of you, I have a pretty strong drive from all the work I do at my other job at the gym. Remember when we talked about hormone balances? Fortunately, I’m lucky to have someone who matches my drive to help take care of my needs.”

“Uh huh.” Thomas moaned, hanging on every word. Henry coughed a bit and nudged him playfully.

“Anyway, I don’t know if there’s someone in there or not currently, so it’s probably best if you just go in one at a time to see what I’m talking about…” Mike continued, explaining some of the signals and etiquette common to glory holes. After the briefing, Henry went first to cross into the bathroom. It was several minutes before he returned.

“Yep, someone’s in there. It was just like you said, they didn’t really say much, but they swirled the finger around the hole, so I went for it. Whoever he is, that cocksucker’s really good. Got me going pretty quick. Sucked down my load like water in a desert.”

“I wanna try!” Thomas announced excitedly, leaving the office and crossing to the bathroom, vanishing inside. Mike chuckled. “Well, I trust this is more interesting than Latin names. When he comes back, let him know that I’m giving you all a homework assignment – I want you to look up types and instances of sex culture and do a short write up about it for our online discussion board. Could be anything from saunas, glory holes, dark rooms, the hanky code…explore. We’ll read them and discuss next class. That’s it for today, but you all can stay here and try this experience if you’d like. Henry certainly recommends it.”

Mike gave them a cheery wave and left, and a few minutes later, Thomas came back out with a goofy grin on his face. He barged back into the room, saying, “I had a hard time not moaning louder, but I think he liked it. I offered to blow him too, but he didn’t seem to go for it. Anyway, I told him there’s a few of us and he said keep the cock cumming, so get in there guys!”

Henry and Thomas wandered off toward the library entrance. Bobby looked at the others, who all shrugged, so one at a time they crossed into the basement library bathroom, so that they didn’t look suspicious.

Once Bobby arrived inside, he saw that it was a small space, only two stalls and a few urinals. The door to the nearest stall was partially open, and Bobby saw Ryan already pressed against the divider, his pants undone and his strong arms gripping the top of the divider tightly as familiar wet slurping sounds emanated from the far stall. He was crouching down slightly so that he could feed his cock through the hole, which appeared to be lower than Ryan’s tall height demanded. Occasionally Ryan would grunt or twitch as the cocksucker worked him over, his athletic body shaking the stall slightly with the force of his passion.

Sure enough, Ryan was moaning, “Oh fuuuuck, yeah just like that you’re gonna make me-UNH”

Ryan’s entire body spasmed as he unloaded through the divider, and then continued quivering for a moment before he withdrew, tucking his hefty manhood back into his pants, and buckling them.

“Thanks man, that was incredible.”

The voice from within the stall said only, “Nice cock. Come back every Thursday and feed me.”

Ryan fixed himself in the mirror before grinning at the others and leaving. Chris, Danny and Bobby all looked at each other and the empty stall.

“I kinda want to watch you do it, Danny.” Bobby admitted. “Is that weird?”

Chris added, “I’d enjoy watching that too.”

Danny looked between them and chuckled. “Looks like I’m out-voted.” So he stepped into the stall and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his beautiful thick cock and handling it so that the unknown cocksucker could see it. He asked quietly, “You ready for another helping?”

The finger beckon came quickly, so Danny carefully fed his cock through the glory hole, sliding his jeans down to his thighs. This had the effect that Chris and Bobby could see every tight flex in his athletic ass as his body strove to shove his cock deeper down whatever warm throat he was currently inches deep in.

Bobby made a slight choking sound, but it was drowned out by the persistent noisy slurping coming from the stall. Danny looked devastatingly attractive, gripping the top of the divider, his head to one side, jaw clenched tight against the exquisite pleasure being sloppily served upon his thick manhood.

Chris put a hand on Bobby’s shoulder and squeezed tightly, and Bobby chuckled. They shared a look together that said everything. They’d chosen correctly. Watching Danny get sucked was a work of high art. Bobby tried to capture his posture and expression in his memory forever.

After a few more minutes of Danny groaning and rattling the divider, he too succumbed to the cocksucker’s gifts and shot off his load, shuddering intensely, and then weakly releasing his death grip on the divider to extricate his shaft and compose himself.

Whoever was in the stall smacked their lips twice. “Nice flavor, great cock. Come anytime.”

As Danny rejoined the others, Bobby smirked. “He’s not wrong, you know. You taste great.”

Exhaling deeply, Danny grinned back. “So do you, babe. And if you don’t believe me, let the connoisseur prove it.”

And he gave Bobby a playful shove toward the stall. Suddenly trembling and nervous, Bobby looked at the hole in the partition and then back at the others. Danny was grinning infectiously, and Chris had a mischievous expression with a raised eyebrow.

Taking a deep breath, Bobby undid his pants, taking out his cock and balls, and tugging at them lightly in visual range of the glory hole. Watching Danny get blown had already made him hard, and he was dripping slightly.

A low growl of pleasure came from the stall. “Mmm, juicy. Feed me your cock.”

A finger beckoned urgently, so Bobby positioned himself at the hole and slipped through, his hands pressed against the divider. Immediately the sensations came of warm, rough hands rubbing up and down his shaft, stroking him achingly, before a familiar hot wet sensation engulfed him.

Bobby’s knees bucked involuntarily, slamming into the divider, and he quickly reached up to grip the top of the partition. This guy knew what he was doing. Sometimes playing around the head, sometimes swallowing Bobby to the base, switching techniques to tease and tantalize. Bobby’s cock was soon heavily coated in saliva, and Bobby could tell it was dripping copiously down the other side of the stall, as well as feel some of it rolling down his balls to drip into his jeans. This particular cocksucker liked it sloppy.

Bobby’s breathing increased rapidly and he felt his body yearning to break down the partition and take control, but that was the adrenaline of it. He had no idea who was on the other side, and he had no control at all. He had surrendered to the whims of the unknown cocksucker, and the pleasure would be entirely granted…or taken away…by him.

The unknown man grasped Bobby’s balls and sucked them each in turn before returning to worshipping his dripping hard shaft. As Bobby glanced to the side, he saw that Danny had his own cock out again and was stroking furiously, his face intently watching Bobby as he bit his lower lip. Chris was looking between them, a large bulge in the front of his jeans making his own arousal quite clear.

Soon the cocksucker’s talented tongue and throat overwhelmed Bobby and the adrenaline and Danny watching and Bobby erupted with a loud grunt, feeling jet after jet of hot cum blast into the cocksucker’s mouth. But the pleasure didn’t quite end yet…the cocksucker relished the load, swallowing in long loud gulps before carefully licking every inch of Bobby’s shaft clean, and spending special care to suck every last drop of jizz from his now incredibly sensitive head. Bobby’s knees nearly buckled again before he sensed that the cocksucker had withdrawn, and that he was clear to pull back through.

As Bobby was putting himself back together, Danny was still stroking quickly, but Bobby stopped his hands by kneeling down right there and taking Danny into his mouth. He simply couldn’t resist after what he'd just felt and experienced. Danny leaned his head back against the wall and Bobby worked him over, even trying one or two new tricks he’d picked up from their friend in the stall. It wasn’t long before Danny was shooting again, spurting thick ropes of cum into Bobby’s hungry mouth.

While he was down on his knees, Bobby happened to glance over at the cocksucker’s stall, glimpsing two knees in some charcoal black ripped jeans that were also kneeling.

“Mmm, that was tasty. Thanks for your load.” the voice said. “Anyone else out there?”

“One more.” Chris replied, entering the stall and taking out his hard shaft.

“Fuck yeah, lots of hot young cock today. Give me a taste, sexy.”

Without wasting time, Chris slipped himself through the hole and the slurping sounds recommenced.

Rising to share a long kiss with Danny, Bobby felt his knees wobble slightly, but Danny supported him. Together they breathlessly supported each other while Chris was worked over, and once he too had been drained of his load, the three of them left, thanking the true artist of his craft in the stall, and stumbling back onto campus.

A few days later, it was time for Danny’s gig. They went together, walking from Danny’s car to the venue. On impulse, Bobby reached over and held Danny’s hand. Danny smiled and gave him a squeeze as they went inside. Bobby was dressed casually, but Danny had dressed up a little, sporting a sharp black suit over a crisp white button down. No necktie, with the top few buttons loose, so Bobby caught a glimpse of his tantalizing warm skin beneath. He looked absolutely ravishing.

True to his word, Danny was able to talk the bouncer into letting Bobby in to the venue for the night as his +1 and designated driver. It turned out to be a multi-purpose pub and jazz club, lots of dark wood paneling and tall booths, but with a small raised stage that had room for instruments. Currently, there was a beautiful old upright piano against the wall, slightly left of center stage, and a lone mike stand slightly to the right.

Danny went to set up while Bobby was left seemingly alone. He found a free booth (it was early in the evening yet. Danny was the first artist of the evening’s offerings) and sat so that he’d have a good view facing the stage. But he wasn’t alone long – soon Chris and Henry and Ryan arrived, spotted Bobby and made their way over.

“I didn’t know you guys were coming!” Bobby said.

Ryan grinned. “We didn’t either. Chris just ran into us and told us about it at the gym, so we figured we’d stop by and support.”

“I’ll get drinks.” Chris declared, patting the table and heading for the bar. Bobby chatted with the guys a bit, and just as Chris was returning, the lights dimmed and Danny stepped up onto the stage. Bobby and the guys cheered loudly.

Danny smiled at them before sitting down at the piano. He took a moment and began playing. The first song was meandering, dreamlike, and a bit melancholic. As the next songs explored different moods and jazzier tones, Bobby felt himself being drawn almost as to a hypnotist. He couldn’t look away, but he felt slightly dizzy. The lights swam around him a bit and he realized he’d been staring too long and needed to blink. He sipped blankly at his water trying to clear his head. But it was then that, for the next song, a bartender brought the mike stand over and adjusted it to be near Danny’s face; without hesitation, Danny began to sing:

“When I look into your eyes, I see sunshine
The clouds are blown away
I hope you're here to stay
'Cause I've got me needing more of you
Guess I'm falling for you

You walk away, my eyes caress you
Then you turn and smile
You've caught me thinkin' of love with you
Guess I'm falling, I may be falling for you”

Bobby was transfixed by the intoxicating sound of Danny’s voice. He crooned a smooth baritone melody that, while quiet, was commanding the entire room. Bobby didn’t seem to be the only one holding his breath to listen.He found himself getting hard as he watched Danny perform, and as the music continued, the rest of the world fell away as Bobby began to dream…of what it might be like, if the bar were empty, he could go and sit closer to Danny, beside him on the bench even. Occasionally their shoulders might bump. Bobby would be able to feel the heat radiating off of his man.Carefully, Bobby would slip a hand into the open front of Danny’s shirt, so that he could feel his heartbeat, every rise and fall of his chest as he continued to sing like a siren – luring Bobby to his embrace. And willingly, Bobby would go – he realized in that moment he’d follow Danny anywhere.Moving around behind him, Bobby would undo his shirt buttons, slowly, one at a time, pulling aside the starched white fabric to reveal Danny’s delectable abs. All the while, Danny continued to play, unhindered by Bobby’s hands on him, touching him, running over his athletic body and teasing his nipples like he knew Danny liked, kissing down the side of his neck...Finally – in the dream – Danny stood up, and moved to press himself against Bobby. The music continued to play in the background as Bobby slowly drew off first the suit jacket, then the button-down, leaving Danny bare-chested on stage in belted black slacks. Leaning into him, they joined arms and began to dance, slowly revolving in a golden pool of light while the smoky jazz continued to accompany them. Bobby rested his head in the crook of Danny’s neck, feeling the strong steady pulse under his skin, the warmth of the stage lights and the clean, woodsy scent of Danny’s cologne.Stopping their dance, Bobby stroked his hands down Danny’s sides, before drawing inward, following the pronounced lines of his muscles which drew him inexorably downward, to grip at Danny’s package through his pants. He was as hard and thick as ever, his cock straining upward and to the right, clearly outlined by the fabric. Taking his time, Bobby kissed down his miraculous golden chest, and Danny began singing again, “'Cause I've got me needing more of you…”

Because it was his dream, Bobby easily slipped open the silver belt buckle and drew the belt off, before unbuttoning Danny’s pants and slowly drawing them downward. Danny usually laughed when Bobby cursed while struggling with his belt. Bobby usually just wanted to get them off as quickly as possible. To hold Danny’s hot hard length in his hand, to feel his pulse, all his strength, all his thick, veined masculinity…

All that remained were a pair of tight black boxer briefs. No logos, nothing fancy. They might’ve been painted on, they concealed nothing. As Bobby slipped a hand beneath the fabric on Danny’s right thigh, he brushed Danny’s cock with the back of his fingers. The area of skin was already slick with Danny’s need…his need to be taken, raw desire, wet and hot.

Bobby drew his hand back and couldn’t resist tasting his sticky juice, gleaming in the light on the tips of his fingers. A sensuous appetizer for the main course. His hunger roused, Bobby quickly slipped off the boxer briefs, leaving Danny’s thick hard cock to swing free, jutting out proudly toward the darkened bar, as if daring an audience member brazen enough to touch it.

Bobby was brazen, and he thought he’d never get enough of this beautiful manhood. Of it, and of him. His heavy balls swung low beneath, surrounded by a well groomed thicket of dark hair. As another droplet threatened to drip from the flared tip of his cock, Bobby caught it with his tongue, following the string back to the source and expanding his mouth to close his lips tightly around the leaking cockhead.

Bobby couldn’t tell if Danny was still singing or moaning, but he felt the vibrations of sound racing through his body and the air. There, on stage, under the lights, Bobby made love to Danny’s cock with his mouth and throat. There might’ve been silhouettes in the audience…watching. Bobby was reminded of the class in which he’d done this very thing – sucked off Danny in front of all his classmates and their professor.

The silhouettes became them – Ryan, Chris, and Henry were there, but also the easy-going, sandy-haired Thomas, the larger redhead jock Jake, and their personal trainer professor with coal black hair and a killer jawline…all were sitting at different dream tables, watching.

Inspired by the memory, Bobby reached under Danny’s balls and slipped a finger into his hole, fingering him, stroking him, finding his knot of pleasure and stroking it once, twice…

Danny’s balls were tightening, preparing to blow, so Bobby doubled down on his efforts, determined to milk him for all he could give. Danny was grunting and gasping, when suddenly he gripped Bobby’s hair tightly, pulling his head back with one hand, and gripping his hard shaft with the other. Aiming himself just so, he erupted, thick hot ropes of cum shooting across Bobby’s face, some draping into his hair, across his nose and cheeks before he allowed Bobby to close his lips tightly around his cockhead, serving the remainder of his load directly to his hungry partner.

While Danny’s breathing grew heavy, Bobby sucked every last drop from the sensitive cockhead, causing Danny to moan and twitch, and pull Bobby to his feet. They kissed, their lips crashing together, the sticky cum on Bobby’s cheeks rubbing off on Danny’s own. Then, Bobby put a hand on Danny’s back, guiding him with a gentle push to the piano…

Danny saw the look on Bobby’s face and grinned, knowing what was coming. Danny bent over, gripping the top of the upright piano with his strong hands, while Bobby moved close behind him, once again stroking his hands down the sides of his beautiful stud, before giving his ass a playful slap. Danny gave him a silly grin over his shoulder, which only made Bobby harder. He could feel himself almost bursting from his own jeans…

Kneeling down once again, Bobby unbuckled his own jeans, releasing his own straining cock from its confines, and stroked himself idly with one hand, while with the other, he pried open Danny’s round, muscular cheeks and dove, sticky-face-first, into him, driving his tongue deep into Danny’s hole with a slow, languorous rhythm. In fact, it might even match whatever song the real Danny was playing back in the real pub…but here in the dream…Danny’s voice cried out and cursed as Bobby teased and tantalized him, slowly working him back up over the course of a few minutes.

There wasn’t long to wait – Danny’s body was responding to Bobby’s effort, his heavy cock soon thickening and growing hard as ever once again. His knuckles were white on the top edge of the piano as he gasped in pleasure. Only when Danny was begging for it, whispering, pleading, shouting for Bobby’s cock, did he oblige…

Bobby stood, stripping off his own shirt and tossing it into the house. Dream Ryan caught it. Looking out, Bobby saw that his and Danny’s “performance” had inspired his dream audience …Ryan was still at the same booth, with Chris, but both were naked, and Chris was on Ryan’s lap, taking Ryan’s cock deep inside him. Henry had Thomas over a smaller table, plowing him in long deep strokes. Meanwhile Jake was laying across the bar, with their professor Mike over him, both of them with their lips wrapped around the other’s incredible manhoods, gulping and sucking and coaxing toward their goal of a hot load of cum…

Bobby was brought back by Danny’s begging, so he bent close, whispering, “I love you” as he stroked a hand down Danny’s spine. Danny shivered in response, widening his stance, and Bobby took the invitation, spitting on his thundering cock to moisten it before planting himself at Danny’s hole and driving inward…

Both of them shuddered at the long-awaited joining, and Danny surprised Bobby by rocking back and forth, already pushing back against him, setting a fast pace. Gripping Danny’s hips, Bobby set to the task of giving Danny everything he wanted, every inch of him, moving together in a glorious masterpiece. They matched each other in every need, move, the length of Bobby’s thrust, the tight warmth of Danny’s body around him as they made love furiously, hypnotically, achingly true to what each of them needed.

The passion of their fucking was blinding and the stage lights were golden all around them, Danny was groaning and Bobby gripped Danny’s thick cock quickly, stroking him fervently as Bobby simultaneously grazed the perfect spot inside him, and Danny came for the second time, his entire athletic body tensing as he shot stringy ropes of essence all across the piano keys.

Feeling every jet of ecstasy pulsing through the cock in his hand, Bobby felt himself cross over the point of no return, his jaw clenching and toes curling as he slammed as deep as he could into his man and filled him with his seed again and again and again…

“Bobby,” was all that Danny could manage to gasp, panting and smiling deliriously…but the dream was fading…

“Bobby?” Danny repeated himself, his smile uncertain. Bobby was back at the booth with the others, the set had finished, and Danny stood before him, flush with excitement and the buzz of a good performance.

“You alright there? Look like I interrupted a deep thought. Did you like my set?”

Bobby cleared his tight throat, now keenly aware of his situation. “Oh yes, your set tasted great, sounded great, sorry, I- haha, I don’t know why I said that.”

Danny tilted his head slightly while Thomas chuckled, “Bobby here was starstruck the whole time. Couldn’t take his eyes off you.”

“I’m just a little heated – if you’ll excuse me…” Bobby mumbled, flustered. He got up from the table, and brushed past Danny’s concerned look toward the bathroom, taking a moment once he was inside to splash cold water on his face. The door swung open and shut behind him.

Danny had followed him. “Are you –”

“You’re incredibly talented and beautiful and I think I love you.” Bobby blurted out. Then when he realized what he’d said, his heart began beating a thousand times faster. This wasn’t the right time or place, what would Danny think, how could he be so stupid, Danny was a senior and he was just a freshman – Bobby was panicking, he could feel it in his breathing, his thoughts began racing out of control.

But Danny wasn’t laughing at him or running out or any of the things Bobby feared he might do. The dark-haired beauty simply stood there with a dumb grin on his beautiful face, before leaning in to give Bobby a slow kiss. Bobby was pressed against the sink. He could feel his hardness pressing obviously against Danny, and Danny’s own bulge in return.

When they eventually parted, Bobby searched Danny’s face for any clue, but the dope just kept smiling his silly grin. “I- I feel the same about you.” he finally admitted. “You’re amazing, Bobby, I love you.”

Bobby was shaking somewhere, his legs felt numb. “Good? Good. Well, since we’ve got that settled, I really need your cock, so get in that stall and fuck me.”

Danny bowed mockingly, unbuckling his pants on his way to the stall, “Your wish is my command.”

When they got into the bathroom stall, it was nothing like the dream. It was cramped and awkward. Bobby pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees, bending forward and leaning at an odd angle, his face pressed against the door, while Danny maneuvered behind him, murmuring, “Ready?”

“Yes”

“Okay”

It hurt a bit. Bobby hadn’t stretched. Danny had virtually no lube. But the feel of Danny’s cock inside him overrode Bobby’s brain, and he just tried to focus on the moment they were sharing. Danny began fucking him in earnest, but they had to pause when someone came in to pee at the urinal. Both of them trying to keep their groans quiet. Soon Danny muttered, “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum…” and his thick hard cock pumped Bobby full of warmth.

It was nothing like the dream at all. But it was still beautiful. They straightened out their clothes again, and returned to the booth in the bar. The rest of the night, they wouldn’t leave each other’s side.

To be continued...

Song lyrics: "Guess I'm falling for you" - Michael Buble