Cocksucker has returned from an unscheduled vacation to Nevada, he's back at work as a groundsman at the adult all-male College. His reputation as a cocksucker is growing and freshman just want to live stream his work. All character's are 18+
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The college grounds stood still. The dew clung to the grass like jizz clinging to a limp cock, the air crisp with the promise of a hot summer day to come. Cocksucker, the groundsman at the adult, all-male College, pushed his cart of tools across the sprawling lawn, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of life. The gentle hum of his weed-whacker filled the silence as he worked meticulously around the ancient oaks.
The first rays of sunlight began to peek over the college's ivy-covered buildings, painting the quad in a soft, warm glow. Cocksucker took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the scene before continuing his task. It was in moments like these that he felt most at peace with his life's work, his solitary existence on the periphery of the school's bustling social scene. Today, something felt different. There was an energy in the air that set his pulse racing and his thoughts wandering to his favorite pastime: the sweet taste of a fresh, aromatic, cock.
Cocksucker noticed two figures emerging from the shadows. One was tall and muscular, his confident stride hinting at the popularity he no doubt enjoyed among his peers. The other was smaller, slim, almost skinny, with a nervous energy that seemed to radiate from him. They had the unmistakable glow of newfound freedom that only the first year of college can bring. As they approached, Cocksucker felt a familiar stirring in his groin. It had been a while since a freshman had sought him out, but he knew a look of curiosity and desire when he saw it.
The taller one spoke first, his voice deep and commanding. "Hey, you're that fag, Cocksucker, right?" Cocksucker nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He'd carried that name with pride, and he had no intention of hiding his talents from the eager young men who sought his particular brand of education.
“Yeah, I seen you on a live feed and knew to look you up, man, you’re a fag!” The taller freshman had a look of admiration for Cocksucker, like he was the champion.
The smaller, skinny, friend looked up at his companion with wide eyes, his own excitement clearly visible in the bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants. He was looking for approval from his buddy, asking if this was alright.
"This is my buddy," the taller freshman said, placing a firm hand on the other's shoulder. "He's never had the pleasure of a good blowjob. Think you can show him what it's all about?"
Cocksucker's smile grew wider, and he licked his lips in anticipation. It was going to be a very interesting day, indeed.
They led Cocksucker to a secluded office behind the gym, the scent of sweat and testosterone lingering heavily in the air. The smaller freshman's eyes darted around nervously, but he’d already popped a boner showing his curiosity and the effectiveness of his friend's pep talk.
The taller one pulled out his phone, the screen lighting up with an app that Cocksucker recognized, it was a live-streaming platform, a digital stage for their intimate performance. He felt a thrill at the thought of an audience for his work, his heart racing in anticipation of the impending show. One time Cocksucker would have been a little afraid of a camera and now, well, just bring it on.
Without a word, Cocksucker dropped to his knees in front of the virgin, his eyes locked onto the rigid length straining against the fabric. Cocksucker reached out, gently gripping the base of his cock through the material. The sound of a zipper being undone was almost too much for him to bear, his own cock swelling in response. He watched as the other two stared at each other, the tension palpable. Finally, the smaller one nodded his consent, and his friend stepped back, giving them the space they needed.
"It's okay," Cocksucker reassured him, placing a gentle hand on his thigh. "Just let it happen, I know what I’m doing."
The shorter freshman didn't know what to expect, but he knew he couldn't back out now. Cocksucker’s tongue flicking out to trace the length of his shaft. Cocksucker loved the scent from the virgin’s cock. The short guy hadn't washed too well and the scent was strong and Cocksucker adored it.
The moment Cocksucker’s mouth enveloped him, the freshman’s fears melted away. It was a feeling like no other, a hot, wet pressure that sent waves of pleasure through his body. He let out a moan, his eyes closing instinctively.
Cocksucker's hand reached up to cup the freshman’s balls whose knees went weak, and he had to grab the back of a nearby chair to steady himself. He felt his cock pulse and throb uncontrollably in Cocksucker’s mouth, who took it as a sign to go deeper.
The freshman’s thoughts were a jumble of sensation and panic. He didn't know how to handle this, didn't know if he was doing it right but the sensation was too intense to resist. He felt himself getting closer to the edge, and for a moment, he wanted to pull away.
Cocksucker took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the fresh, virgin cock. He leaned in, his breath hot and eager, and kissed the tip. The freshman gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head. The sound of the filming device was the only thing that broke the silence, a subtle reminder of thrilling exhibitionism. The taste of precum was like a sweet nectar, urging Cocksucker to suck deeper, to claim this first innocent mouthful. He took the shaft into his mouth, feeling it pulse against his tongue as the young man's hands tangled in his hair.
The taller freshman circled them, capturing every moment on his device for the live feed. He whispered encouragement, his own arousal clear in his voice. Cocksucker took the smaller one's entire length, feeling the guy's legs quiver beneath his touch. The camera zoomed in, the live audience no doubt watching with bated breath. The sounds of sucking and moaning filled the air, a symphony of pleasure that was music to Cocksucker's ears. The smaller freshman's hips began to buck, his inexperience evident in his erratic rhythm.
Cocksucker gripped the guy’s cute little ass with both hands and guided his hips with firm hands, setting a tempo that grew steadier with each passing moment. The smaller freshman's eyes were squeezed shut, his face a mask of pure ecstasy. The taller one stood beside them, his own cock out and in his hand, stroking in time with Cocksucker's movements. Cocksucker felt a wave of pride wash over him. He knew that he was about to give this young man an experience he would never forget, his first oral sex act.
As the smaller freshman grew closer to climax, Cocksucker felt the heat build in his own body. He knew what was coming, and he was ready for it. The taller one moved in, whispering into his friend's ear, urging him to let go. With a strangled cry, the guy did just that. Cocksucker's mouth was filled with the warm, salty essence of the virgin's release, a reward for his efforts that was more satisfying than any gold star or pat on the back. He swallowed greedily, savoring the taste as the freshman's jizz shuddered with the last spasms of pleasure.
The taller friend jerked off with his free hand, spilling his seed over Cocksucker’s mouth and his friend’s cock. He ended the recording with a smug smile, tucking his phone away. "Not bad for a first timer," he said, giving Cocksucker a knowing look. "I'm sure we'll be back for more lessons soon."
Cocksucker stood, swallowing what he could and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his own desire still simmering just beneath the surface. He had a feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship with these two young men, a relationship that would provide plenty of material for future streams.
