“Fuuuuuck, bro, I’m so bored!”
Alex looked over at his friend, Greg. This lecture was
killing him. The university was making him take ART HISTORY, of all things,
before he could graduate. The professor droning on about paintings or some shit
made him want to sleep. Normally he sat as far back in the lecture hall as he
could and played fantasy football, but he forgot his laptop today.
“Me too, dude.” Greg grinned back. Greg, like Alex, was your
typical frat jock, big and muscular, barely opened a textbook in the four years
he’d been at school, and constantly thinking about pussy. Even now. Alex
glanced at Greg’s laptop screen.
“That’s not fantasy football.” Alex was surprised that his
buddy, horndog that he was, would be openly watching porn in the middle of a
lecture. The video showed a blonde, big-titted bimbo choking on a massive, fat
cock.
“Damn, I could really go for a BJ right now.” Greg spread
his legs and gestured towards the substantial bulge in his jeans. And what a
bulge it was…
“Fuck, bro. Don’t say that, you know what happens when you
talk like that.” As if right on schedule, Alex winced as he felt the itch grow
in his hole, and the wetness spread out of him. He reached back. There was
already a small wet spot on his jeans.
“Then why don’t you take care of it?” Greg started to unzip.
“Don’t fuck with me bro, what if I get caught?” Alex started
to panic. It was getting worse, fast. He needed to take care of his JPS before
it got really bad.
Greg fished out his thick, 9 inch cock. “Then shut up and
throat it.”
As if his body moved automatically, Alex flipped his
baseball cap backwards, looked around to make sure nobody was watching them in
the darkened lecture hall, and bent over towards Greg. Knowing that Greg was a
moaner, Alex pressed his hand against Greg’s mouth as he parted his lips.
Within two seconds, he had his nose pressed against Greg’s musky pubes. The
hand did enough to muffle the noise as Alex went to work on his frat bro’s
pole.
Fuck, he’s better than
a chick…Greg thought to himself. He was not the first, nor the last, who
would have the same thoughts about his buddy’s throating skills.
Alex inserted the length of Greg’s engorged dick
effortlessly up and down his throat. It slid in like butter. After three years
in that frat house, he was well-versed in sucking dick and his gag reflex was
long gone. By this point, each of his frat brothers had basically carved their
dicks into Alex’s throat. He was quite familiar with each of their dicks, every
curve and vein, as he ran his tongue along the shafts.
He also knew that Greg, like many of the others, liked his
balls played with too. With his free hand, he grabbed Greg’s full balls and
tugged down on them. Damn these are big…
he must’ve not been laid in a while, Alex thought.
As that thought hit him, he felt a hot squirt of juice from
his hole. He had to hurry up and finish before this lecture ended! Alex knew,
based on the size of Greg’s balls, that an especially big load was awaiting
him.
Greg was thrusting into Alex’s throat as Alex slammed his
own lips down. Their rhythm was matching perfectly, as they both wanted Greg to
cum as soon as possible. Alex noticed Greg’s balls start to tighten up.
Alex knew from experience that Greg was not only a big
cummer, but also quite loud. When he had a chick over, the whole frat house
could hear his orgasms reverberating, and they seemed to last forever. Alex
started to panic, they were going to be caught for sure. Alex was so lost in
his thoughts, focusing completely on blowing his buddy, that he didn’t even
hear what the professor was saying.
“So that’s it for today’s class, I know everybody is looking
forward to the long weekend, but I want to remind you all that there is a 10
page paper due next week on the development of Gothic to Renaissance art.”
The entire class groaned in frustration, at the exact moment
Greg’s orgasm hit. His own groan mixed into the crowd and his eyes rolled back,
and he bit down on Alex’s hand. Alex suppressed the tears from his eyes as
Greg’s thick load shot out, gulping each shot down his gullet as fast as he
could. He felt the warm baby batter fill up his stomach. At least he wouldn’t
need to get lunch after this.
As soon as Greg’s orgasm subsided, the two frat brothers
grabbed their things and quickly ran out of the lecture hall. Alex needed to
get home ASAP to change out his now-ruined jeans, with a huge wet-stain all
over the rear. As they rushed out, they heard a girl shout out “Hey, did
somebody spill their drink back here? What is that!?!”
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