Everyone is over eighteen.
Between sucking random college students off and studying for the mountain load of exams that were barrelling toward me, I had very little time to do anything else. After almost two weeks, I had the sudden realisation that my own balls hadn't been emptied since this whole thing began.
Hunter stood at the end of my bed naked. He'd become so comfortable with me, that there was absolutely nothing off limits anymore. Naturally, I wasn't one bit upset about that, but as I lay there and he sprayed deodorant under his muscular arms, whilst his cock hung out like a trunk, I found myself ferociously aroused.
"I think I need to jerk off" I finally admitted, because it was the first day since it started that I didn't have any clients.
"Knock yourself out" Hunter grinned, but rather than stay and help me, which I knew he'd never do, anyway, the handsome heartthrob got dressed and bid me farewell as he headed for practice.
Wasting no time, I found a pair of his recently used boxer briefs and dragged them over my entire head. Why was my roommate so fucking hot? I took a long, deep inhale and filled myself with his sharp, delicious scent. That alone was almost enough to get the job done, but I held off as I slowly began to stroke myself.
"Why won't you just fuck me?" I moaned, slipping my hand up and down and tonguing the fabric into my mouth.
I imagined Hunter returning to the dorm just in time to hear me say the words, like some sort of steamy movie. He'd rip his clothes back off, crawl onto the bed and pin my legs back as he thrust inside me. The image did exactly what I wanted it to do. I felt my balls tingle as they prepared to shoot a huge load, and just as the orgasm arrived, it ended.
"Fuck!" I yelped, as the message appeared on my phone.
I grabbed it as the fiery pleasure dwindled back to frustration, and read the full thing before frantically jumping from my bed and scrambling with my underwear. "Fuck, fuck, fuck".
I hurried across campus and back to the main building, bumping and crashing into people before I finally reached the lecture hall.
"Someone's in a hurry" my English lecturer Matt smiled, as I almost tripped down the steps.
"I'm so sorry" I gasped, struggling for breath, "I completely forgot about the deadline".
I reached into my backpack and dragged a half written assignment out before groaning and dropping my head back. "It's not finished".
Matt plucked the crumpled sheet from my hands and read it in less than thirty seconds. "You're right" he said, "it's not".
How had I let this happen? He'd given us three weeks to finish it, and I still managed to fuck it up.
"This is a big part of your grade this year, Corey" he said, but I could sense the empathy in his voice. "It's a real shame, because you're off to a good start with this one".
I had nothing to say. I'd spent too much time sucking dick to even think about the assignment. I nodded instead, and Matt sat back.
"Perhaps your extra-curricular activities are taking a toll on you" He said, and I didn't even think about the hidden meaning behind his words.
"Yeah" I nodded, "maybe".
"Well I do hope they're paying you well" he chuckled, and then I realised.
"W… What do you mean?" I gulped, and he smiled.
"I was young once, too" he laughed, "we do what we have to do to get by in college".
"No… I um… I don't… I uh…"
"Relax, Corey" he said, "you're an adult, you can do whatever you want, but maybe I could consider extending your deadline by a week, for the right price".
I did a double take. Had I just heard my lecturer correctly? Was he asking what I thought he was asking? I gawked at him, and he shrugged.
"It's just a suggestion" he smiled, "no pressure".
Matt was hot. As far as I knew, there was a ploy between all of the female students on campus to see which one of them could bed him first, but so far, the entire plan was failing, and now I was beginning to understand why.
"Are you… Are you asking –"
"Not asking" he smiled, stacking his papers, "just letting you know that there are other ways to pass this class, if that was something you were interested in".
I watched as Matt stood up and packed his briefcase. He was in his late thirties, though he looked remarkably younger. On a good day, Matt could have passed as one of the students. He was quite fit, and had a constant black stubble that complimented his jet black hair which he kept neat. On top of that, the man was as rugged and masculine as anybody could have asked for.
"Look" he smiled, placing his hand on my shoulder, "I'm not a monster. I'll give you until next Monday to have the assignment done, alright?"
I nodded and Matt began to walk away until I turned after him.
"Wait" I said, and he looked back at me over his shoulder. "Maybe I can repay you for giving me an extension" I said, and his smile turned devious.
"Is that so? Well how about you start by handing over your underwear?"
The man was certainly forward. Unlike most of the students who I'd encountered so far, Matt knew what he wanted. He set his briefcase down on one of the desks and watched as I considered it.
Normally, the request wouldn't have been an issue, but the fact that we were standing alone in a large lecture hall was one of the reasons why I was slightly nervous, not to mention the fact that, given my ruined orgasm back in the dorm, my boxer briefs were drenched with pre-cum.
"I uh… Here?"
He shrugged. "I don't see why not".
I stole a glance up at the door. Lectures were over for the day, but what if somebody forgot something? What if they wanted to catch Matt before he left? As the possible problems rushed through my head, Matt grinned.
"It's totally cool if you're not interested, Corey" he said, and picked up his briefcase once more.
I yanked my pants down to reveal my damp underwear and the man's eyes widened slightly as he watched. I still couldn't believe that Matt was into this, but there was no denying it anymore. He began to stroke himself over his black pants as I rolled the underwear down my legs to expose my semi-erect cock.
"Very impressive" he said, as I chucked him my boxer briefs. He caught them in one hand and opened them with his teeth. "Looks like I caught you at a bad time" he laughed, eyeing the wet patch before inhaling it. "Or maybe it was a good time?"
"It was gonna be" I said, shuffling on my feet as I stood, naked from the waist down, in front of my lecturer.
"I'm not going to touch you" he said, still breathing in my cock scent as he watched me. "It wouldn't be very professional of me".
I desperately wished that he would, but I nodded anyway.
"So why don't you go ahead and touch yourself for me instead?".
I gulped. I was certain that I'd never been this horny in my life. I had a two week load that I'd, so far, been unable to get rid of, and now the hottest lecturer in the entire college was asking me to do it in front of him? I almost came there and then.
"Can I have something to look at while I do?" I asked nervously, taking my chance.
Matt smirked and looked over his shoulder before unzipping his neat pants and pulling out a large, erect rod which curved to the left and looked absolutely amazing.
"Holy shit" I half moaned, slowly tugging as I watched him.
"Do you like it?"
"Do I what? It's amazing!"
He smiled. "You know, Corey" he said, as he began to jerk off, "I've been thinking about you ever since I heard of your little business venture here".
The two of us were only inches apart, and I desperately wished that he'd either touch me, or allow me to touch him.
"Oh yeah?"
"I've fantasised about the other students taking you" he whispered, "ripping off your clothes, sticking their big, juicy cocks right up your tight, pink hole".
Hearing him speak like that was taking me closer and closer to orgasm.
"I've imagined you coming to my lectures, leaking cum from your ruined pussy, your cock straining for release whilst you're forced to pay attention to me, instead".
I was certainly paying attention to him now, that was for sure.
He lifted my underwear back to his nose and groaned as he pumped harder. "If you weren't my student, Corey" he moaned, "I'd bend you over that desk and fuck the living shit out of you".
"I don't care that I'm your student" I whimpered, knowing that in just a few seconds I was going to blow the biggest load of my life, "just fuck me!"
A flash of consideration lit his handsome face, but only for a moment. He squeezed his eyes shut, gasped once more, and squirted his load directly onto my cock as I massaged it in. I watched as his sperm became frothy and drained down my balls, and just as I reached the very tip of orgasm, Matt grabbed my wrist.
"Don't" he said breathlessly, "don't cum".
I almost cried out. Why was everybody trying to give me fucking blue balls!?
"Why?" I whined, my cock twitching violently and sending splashes of his hot cum all over.
"I want you horny" he said, stepping closer to me until I could smell his cologne and fresh sweat. "Every time you sit in this room I want your cock nice and hard, can you do that for me, Corey?"
I bit down on my lip. I was so sexually frustrated that I couldn't even think. I nodded and Matt leaned forward and pressed his lips to my cheek. "Good boy" he whispered, "and I don't want any underwear on you, either, okay?"
"Okay".
He turned around, stuffed my boxer briefs into his pocket and walked toward the door.
"Oh, and forget the assignment" he called back, "you got an A".