Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2019 18:03:57 -0500
From: Brendan Shelton <brendan.shelton.47@gmail.com>
Subject: Filthy College Toilet Sex Part 4

The following is a work of fiction that contains graphic and sometimes
disgusting male/male sexual intercourse. If this type of material offends
you, or is illegal where you are, then don't read it. This material is
intended for mature, adult audiences.

Feedback on my stories is always appreciated. Feel free to email me at
Brendan.shelton.47@gmail.com with any comments. Enjoy!


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Filthy College Toilet Sex: Chapter Four


Dan and I didn't say much when it was over. He went back to his side of the
room and I lied on the bed for a few minutes catching my breath. Eventually
I got up and checked the time on my phone 2:36.

"Shit. My next class is in twenty minutes, but..." I looked at my bed, the
sheets soaked in sweat and cum. Looking down I realized I could say the
same thing about myself.

Dan let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm not touching your filthy sheets, but
if you throw 'em in the washer I'll dry 'em for you. I've got my own
laundry to do, anyway." That last part felt a bit like an accusation but
still, the offer was unexpected after wha just happened.

"Thanks, Dan, I really appreciate-"

He grabbed me by the collar and interjected, "But after that YOU'RE doing
MY laundry from now on, got it, Fag? Now clean yourself up, you look like
shit."

...Yeah, that was more what I expected. This is probably what it would be
like between us from now on. Not that I was really complaining. But
honestly, it did surprise me a little; not only that he was being nice
(kind of), but that he was actually gonna let me get anywhere near his
laundry knowing what I'd probably do with it. It was kinda hard to pin down
exactly how he felt about this whole thing. I said a quick "Yes, Sir" as
Dan gathered up the clothes I'd strewn on the floor. As much as I knew I
needed one, there was no time to take a shower. I grabbed a towel from my
closet and wiped myself off as best I could. I picked up the toys scattered
on the floor and put them away. All except the buttplug.

As sore as I was, it slid into my stretched out asshole fairly easily and
that full feeling washed over me once again. I thought about how full I'd
feel with Joe's massive cock inside me and my spent dick started twitching
back to life. I put on my tightest pair of underwear to make sure the plug
stayed in place and threw on a t-shirt and baggy shorts. Then I noticed
that Dan was standing there holding his laundry basket, staring at me with
an astonished look on his face.

"Are you seriously going out in public like that? You smell like a sleazy
hotel room! Christ, man, at least take the fucking dog collar off before
you go..." My hand instinctively went to the collar. I had forgotten it was
there and now suddenly I was self-conscious about it. I felt a blush rising
on my face.

"...I can't," I spoke hesitantly, "It... It's locked."

"Well, where the fuck is the key?"

"...I don't have it."

"You lost it?" I didn't want to answer that. I hoped he wouldn't make me
say it, but I could tell his patience was wearing thin.

"Someone else has it." At the admission a feeling of shame started growing
in the pit of my stomach. He just stared at me. More than anything I wanted
to break eye contact but just like before I couldn't look away. I felt like
it would only disappoint him if I did. He was about to say something but
instead he just sighed, threw me a can of deodorant, and walked out the
door with his laundry. It killed me not knowing what he was
thinking. Suddenly I was worried what Joe would think about this, too. It
kinda felt like I'd betrayed both of them.

I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. I'd wasted too much time
already to stand there brooding over it any longer. I used the
deodorant. It didn't really help much, but the smell reminded me of Dan. I
gathered my sheets and followed him to the laundry room, threw them in the
machine next to his, and left without another word.


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My class was a little over a mile away. This wasn't the first time I'd done
this walk while I was a total mess, but it was the first time I'd done it
in the middle of the day. There were way more people out and the afternoon
heat wasn't doing me any favors. And this time I wasn't heading to the
relative solitude of my dorm. No, I was heading to a lecture hall for a
class with about 40 or 50 students.

I tried not to think too hard about it. Partly because it worried me,
partly because it turned me on and I didn't want my dick to get any
harder. As if it even could. I'd started to get used to walking with a plug
in my ass but that didn't mean I didn't feel it. Every step was a reminder
of what was inside me, what was going to be inside me later.

I kept my eyes low to the ground as I walked, trying to avoid eye contact
with anyone I passed. I tried tucking my dog tag into my shirt but every
few steps it just slipped right back out again. It wasn't long before I
gave up on that. Constantly fidgeting with it was just gonna draw more
attention.

Realistically it didn't matter what I did. A lot of people were completely
oblivious to me, but anyone who got close enough to smell me had to notice,
and it seemed like everytime I looked up I saw someone staring. Glaring,
sniffing the air and scowling, whispering something to their friends. I
think I even saw someone taking a picture with their phone. Fuck, what was
I thinking? I was completely exposed. I don't know if I was sweating more
from the heat or the anxiety. My face must have been beet-red, I'd never
felt so humiliated in my life. I hated it. Mostly I hated how much I loved
it, and how obvious that must've been from the bulge in my pants.

About halfway to my lecture hall I looked up and caught the eye of a guy
walking toward me.  When he was only a few feet away he grinned and grabbed
his crotch. As he walked past I thought about how easily I could turn
around and follow him. What's one missed class in the first week? I forced
the thought out of my head. It wasn't a good idea; I was quickly learning
that I had a bad habit of losing track of time and I didn't want to keep
Joe waiting.

A few blocks later I got to a crosswalk just as the light
changed. Unfortunately it was a busy street near the central shopping area
for the campus. As I waited a crowd formed around me. I just stared at the
'Don't Walk' sign, trying to change it with sheer force of will.

While I was thinking about how I wanted to put some distance between me and
this crowd, someone with the distinctly opposite intention started pressing
up against me from behind. I looked over my shoulder and behind me was an
older man. I'm not sure how old, probably only mid-to-late 30's, but he
didn't look like a student. A professor, maybe? He was tall, definitely
over 6", and his strong jaw stood out through his salt and pepper
beard. His eyes were focused straight ahead like he didn't even see me but
it couldn't have been an accident that he was standing so close to me; It
wasn't that crowded. I knew for sure when I felt his hand on my ass. Like a
switch had flipped in my head, I stopped worrying about anyone else around
me and I didn't mind if the light took it's time changing. I didn't even
know this man but suddenly it was like I belonged to him.  Fuck!

I leaned into him to let him know I was okay with this. It felt
unnecessary; he wasn't asking for permission but I still wanted him to
know. He slipped his hand under the waistband of my shorts and into my
underwear, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on some point across the
street. The feeling of his rough, calloused hand against my bare skin sent
a shiver down my spine and I felt myself practically melting into him. I
found myself wondering if he could tell I had the scent of two other men on
me. If he could he didn't seem to mind. His hand grazed against the plug in
my boyhole. Leaning against his chest and staring longingly up at him, I
saw an almost imperceptible smile as a quiet chuckle escaped his lips but
otherwise his face remained stoic. He wrapped his fingers around the base
of the toy and started gently playing with it. Working it in and out almost
absentmindedly, like the way you'd pet a puppy just enough to appease it
when it's begging for your attention. I let out a faint whimper and
instinctively bit my lip so I wouldn't do it again. I was so hard, so close
to the edge that if he'd just looked down at me I think I might have blown
my load right there on the street.

The light changed and he vanished into the crowd leaving me to wonder if
I'd ever see him again.  As I crossed the street I looked down and saw that
my leaking cock had left a noticeable stain on the front of my shorts. As
if I needed another thing to try, and fail, to hide. Thankfully it wasn't
much further now. I could see the lecture hall just about a block down the
street. I thought to myself, 'It'll be good to sit down and just focus on
classwork for a little while. Take my mind off of all this.'

Yeah, right.


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I slipped in only a few minutes late, but the class had already
started. The professor was going on about some story from Homer's
Odyssey. It was a big lecture hall for a class this size; there were at
least 5 or 6 rows of empty seats in front of me. Well, mostly empty.

There he was, sitting in more or less the same spot as last time, looking
at me with those same deep green eyes. He didn't try to hide it, just
openly stared at me as I took a seat a couple spaces to his right. When I
sat down the plug pushed deeper into me and I let out a quiet yelp. I
looked over to see if he noticed. He was still staring, now with his
eyebrows raised and his head cocked to the side. He noticed. I looked away
and felt the increasingly familiar heat of blood rushing to my face. It was
hard to believe I was still capable of being embarrassed after everything
that'd happened, but apparently I was.

I tried to focus on what the professor was saying, but out of the corner of
my eye I saw my curious classmate leaning forward and craning his neck. I
think he was trying to read my collar. I thought, fuck it, if he's gonna
keep staring at me there's no reason I shouldn't check him out. He already
caught me looking last time anyway.

Fuck, he was beautiful. He was wearing a muscle cut tank top that barely
covered his nipples. Not that it made much difference, the meaty knobs were
fully visible through the thin, slightly damp looking cotton. The sides of
his hairy pecs were fully on display. When he leaned forward he rested his
elbows on the desk in front of him so I could see the thick bush in his
armpit, and several beads of sweat tracing dewy lines down the muscles of
his bare side. His tank hung loose on his torso so from this angle I got a
full view of his six pack abs, covered in a dense coat of fur. I felt my
dick and my hole twitching restlessly as I took in the amazing sight of
him. It was like every inch of his body demanded to be
touched. Stroked. Worshipped.

Then he stood up. Apprehensively, I watched him pick up his stuff and turn
in my direction. I was eye level with his crotch and as he walked toward me
I saw the outline of his dick and balls bouncing back and forth against his
bulky thighs with every step. He was at least semi-hard, and he definitely
wasn't wearing anything under those shorts. He took the seat next to me and
a few moments of silence passed. I thought I should say something but I was
too nervous. I guess he got tired of waiting because he suddenly he pulled
the waistband of his shorts down to expose his now fully erect cock to me.

I panicked for a moment. He wanted to do this right here and now, in the
middle of class!? My eyes darted around the room to see if anyone was
looking but like I said, there was no one else in the back few rows. No one
in front was paying us any attention at all, and even if they looked the
large floor length desks made sure they wouldn't see anything below our
chests. Still, my heart was racing.

I took a good look at his bare cock. It looked like a miniature version of
him. It was thick like his well-muscled arms, and just as veiny. It
protruded out of a thicket of dark, dense pubes. Man, I wanted to bury my
face in them. My eyes traced one of the engorged veins up all 8 inches to
where his foreskin was almost completely engulfing what looked like a metal
ring. He smiled when he noticed me staring at it and gripped himself just
below the head. The smell of unwashed dick hit me almost instantly as he
slowly stroked downward, revealing his fat cockhead complete with a Prince
Albert piercing in his dicklips to match the one on his face. Only the ring
here was much thicker, and coated in the same precum and smegma that
covered his swollen, purple head.

As I watched him slowly stroke up and down on his engorged cock, my own
ached for release in my pants. I wasn't thinking straight, was going crazy
with lust. Fuck, I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I took one last
scan around the room to reassure myself that no one was looking, then I
made eye contact with him while I pulled down my shorts and tucked the
waistband under my balls. He smiled at me and shoved his other hand into
his pants and after groping his balls for a few seconds he pulled them out
to match my level of exposure. We were in this together now. I started
stroking myself as he rolled his heavy nuts through his fingers like an
expert contact juggler, pulling and squeezing on his hairy sack every once
in a while. I did my best to match his every movement on my own cock and
balls, increasing my pace when he did. And when he pulled his hand up to
his face and took a deep whiff of his own ball stink, I did the same. He
let out a soft moan when I did, obviously just as excited as I was that we
were so perfectly in sync. We were both stroking quickly now, our hands
flying up and down our shafts as we desperately tried to avoid making
another sound. I thought to look around the room to see if we'd been
noticed but I couldn't take my eyes off him. There was a sheen of sweat
covering his face, and more still dripping down his chest and sides. His
now wet tank top clung to his meaty pecs and his nipples looked more erect
by the second. He saw me looking at them and slipped his hand under the
tank to play with one of the huge flesh-knobs. As he squeezed down he
winced in both pain and pleasure. How the fuck could I look away from the
show he was putting on for me. The teacher was still droning on so I took
it as a cue that the class was unaware of the intense scene playing out in
the back row.

I could tell we were both getting close to the point of no return. It was
almost too much for me when my sexy classmate plunged his finger into his
foreskin. He played with it a bit, running his finger around the head,
stretching the wet, pliable skin, toying with that thick-gauge
piercing. Then he scooped out a generous helping of dick cheese and
precum. As he brought his hand toward his face, it remained connected to
his dick in a seemingly unbreakable strand of pure, liquid sex. His eyes
never left mine as he greedily shoved his filthy finger into his mouth and
sucked it clean.

That's when it became too much for me. I started bucking my hips, forcing
my throbbing dick back and forth through my tightly clenched fist, grinding
the plug into my prostate every time my ass came down against the seat. I
clenched my jaw to keep from screaming as my cock unloaded shot after ropey
shot of cum against the underside of my desk. He came with me, still
sucking the raunch from his finger. His dick matched mine shot for shot,
but when I finished he was still going strong. I watched completely
entranced as his piercing caused his dick to spurt cum in multiple
directions. I'd never seen anything like it before. He carelessly shot
streaks of it up his chest where it soaked into his tank top, some
splattered against his desk or down his legs, more still poured out onto
the floor, and as his orgasm subsided it flowed in rivers down the length
of his still-twitching cock. He was a complete mess and he didn't seem to
give a shit. He just leaned back in his seat and smiled at me while he
casually licked his gooey spunk off his hand. I wanted to make sure he knew
how much everything he did turned me on, so I nervously did the same. Fuck,
man, I was crushing hard on this guy.

As I came down from our shared high, I found myself incredibly thankful
that there weren't any other students within 20 feet of us. As discreet as
we tried to be it felt like a miracle that no one noticed what was
happening in the back of the room. I checked the time on my
phone. 3:23. Class wasn't even half over.

I pulled my pants back up, my dick finally soft for the first time in
hours. But his was still hard and he didn't seem to be in a rush to put it
away. Eventually he took his phone out of his pocket and began typing
something. After a minute he put it down and slid it across the desktop to
me. I picked it up, not exactly sure what to expect. On the top of the
screen it said "New Contact" and under name he'd typed "Dick Pig".

Seeing it written I felt a torrent of emotions wash over me. Mostly
excitement. And the reminder of the dog collar around my neck brought out
my submissive side. But to be honest there was also a little shame,
apprehension, maybe even fear. Everything I'd done over the last few days
was way outside my comfort zone, and what just happened was definitely no
exception. But when I looked in his eyes, I didn't see judgement, and I
definitely didn't feel any regret. He just looked back at me expectantly,
hopefully, while he played with the piercing in his lips with his teeth.

I knew I needed more from him. I resolved that no amount of fear or
pointless shame was going to stop me. My fingers slightly trembling, I
typed my number in his phone and handed it back to him.  He was positively
beaming at me. It wasn't long before I felt my own phone vibrating in my
pocket.  When I took it out, there was a text:


( Good Boy! )


Despite having came twice in only the last couple hours, my spent dick
shuddered back to life.  Every time I heard those words it was like
something clicked in my brain and I sunk deeper into submission. A need to
please, to hear them again, welled up in me every time. Reading them
apparently had the same effect.

I went to create a new contact and then had a sudden realization: I was
falling for this guy and I didn't even know his name. I felt a sharp pang
of humiliation, but the feeling passed quickly when I glanced over and saw
him smiling hungrily at me, still toying with that lip ring. I loved how he
did that. I typed "Pierce" and hit save.

Look, I know it's not the cleverest thing I'd ever come up with but it's
the best my lust-addled brain could do under the circumstances. Gimme a
break, okay? Anyway, I was still staring at the screen when another couple
texts popped up.


( Ready for round 2? Still plenty
  of time before that bell rings )


( Why don't you climb under the
  desk, Puppy? )


As I stared at 'Pierce's exposed pole, I hesitated for a minute,
considering if this wasn't too much for me. We'd already gotten away with
so much, but my post-nut clarity was setting in. By the time I'd gotten to
class I was going crazy with lust. Now, I couldn't stop thinking about what
could happen if we were caught. I could be expelled in the first week of
college, and they would almost definitely tell my parents why. Everyone
would remember me as the freshman who got caught sucking dick in
class. This school wasn't far from my hometown, word could easily spread.
Spread just like the semen dripping down the length of Pierce's dick. Like
I wanted to spread his full lips open with my tongue and plunge it down his
throat while he did the same to me. Wanted to spread my legs and sink that
dick deep inside my hole. As terrifying as it was, all these 'What If's did
nothing to relieve the pressure building back up in my dick. No, they just
made it worse.

From the front of the class I heard the professor talking about how Circe
warned Odysseus to avoid the call of the Sirens. It felt like he was
speaking directly to me, warning me: Plug your ears, look away, tie
yourself down to the mast of your ship if you have to. This temptation will
lead only to your doom. But it was too late for me. I'd already heard the
call. I took a deep breath, waited till the professor's back was turned,
and sank to my knees under the desk. As soon as I did I got a couple more
texts, one after another.


( I knew you couldn't resist )


( Lick Master's bone, Puppy )


I eagerly grabbed him at the base of his dick and just before I put the
head in my mouth he yanked my hand away and pushed my head back. My first
thought was that someone was coming toward us so I moved to get out from
under the desk but he blocked my path with his leg. I held still until my
phone vibrated again.


( Bad boy! )


I was confused, and maybe a little hurt. I had no idea what I'd done wrong,
but I knew I didn't want to get that text again.


			( ...I'm sorry? What did I do? )


( It's okay. But I said LICK it. No
  hands right now, ok Pup? )


Oh. I guess I didn't realize he meant that literally. Honestly this
roleplay stuff was completely new to me. But it didn't bother me; he was
into it and at this point I was ready to do whatever he said.  And I won't
lie, it was starting to turn me on.

I leaned forward and planted my tongue at the base of his dick. His pubes
tickled my chin. I felt lightheaded as the smell and taste of his sweat and
cum assaulted my senses. I slowly dragged my tongue up his shaft until I
reached his piercing, where the warmth of his soft flesh met hard, wet
steel. It tasted like heaven, and I wanted more. I swept my tongue all
around the ring, gathering up all the smegma and semen clinging to the warm
metal. When there was none left I started again from the base of his dick,
licking from every possible angle, tasting every inch of him. As my pace
quickened I started to drool more and more on his bone. He was dripping
with my saliva but I didn't think he'd mind. No, I figured that was exactly
what he wanted. Another set of texts confirmed it.


( Good boy )


( My balls too. Slobber on
  Master's balls )


I didn't need to be told twice. I buried my head in his crotch, feeling the
loose skin of his ballsack conform to my face as I pressed down with my
tongue. The smell was stronger here and I fucking loved it. I couldn't get
enough. I wanted his scent to linger on me for days. Hell, I'd bottle his
sweat and wear it as cologne if he'd let me. Something told me he would if
I asked.

I could still hear the professor even here under the desk. It was a
constant reminder that there was a class full of people completely
oblivious to what me and Pierce were up to, and the more I thought about
it, the more excited I became. My ears perked up when I heard him
describing a figure from Greek myth named Charybdis; the daughter of
Poseidon, cursed by Zues with an unquenchable thirst for saltwater. A trait
we apparently shared.

I ravenously devoured Pierce's nuts, sucking both into my mouth and
swabbing my tongue against the salty skin over and over until every drop of
his sweat was swapped out for my saliva. My phone vibrated again and I did
my best to keep his balls in my mouth while I lifted my head just enough so
I could see the screen.


( Mmmm I squeezed in a workout
  before class. Hope you don't mind
  I didn't have time to shower after )


He reached under the desk and started gently stroking the back of my head
and FUCK, man! It sent a spark down my neck, along my spine, and all the
way to the tip of my cock. As he pet my head I felt waves of comfort and
elation wash over my entire body. I didn't know it was possible to feel
like this. Before I met this guy I didn't even know this was a thing, but I
couldn't pretend I wasn't loving it. It's hard to describe how it made me
feel, but every time he gave me a command, every time he referred to
himself as 'Master', or me as 'puppy', or 'boy', my dick throbbed and I
sank deeper into obedient bliss.


( Yeah, you didn't seem to mind
  on Monday ;) Do you like
  Master's sweaty balls, Puppy?
  Oh god, please tell me you do! )


It's hard to describe but it felt like there was a connection between
us. It was like he was reading my mind. He knew everything I wanted, he
didn't have to ask me if I liked it. Even still I felt a profound, almost
primal, compulsion to answer him. I'd been almost silent until now, but the
words poured out into my phone as fast as my fingers could type.


		( God, I fucking love them. I want
		  to taste every inch of your
		  incredible body, man. Your hairy
		  pits, your feet. I want to lick your
		  massive pecs and chew on your
		  big, fat nipples )


I hesitated again, but only for a moment.


		( I want to make out with your
		  sweaty asshole, dude. Right now.
		  Please..? )


As I waited for him to read what I sent, I thought maybe I'd gone too
far. Hell, it's kinda crazy now that I think back on it. I could tell how
much he was into what we were doing but still, somehow I was worried. Every
second without a response was like a punch to the gut. He slowly pulled my
head back from his crotch and I thought my worst fears were coming
true. Until he sank down in his chair bringing his ass off the edge of the
seat, and planted his feet against the back of the desk on either side of
my head.


( Knock yourself out, Pig )


I didn't waste any time. I yanked his shorts down, lifted his legs, and
basked in the sight of his gorgeous ass. Now, I'm not the religious type,
but you can bet your bottom dollar I said a silent little prayer to God,
Allah, Buddha, Priapus, whatever divine being might have been responsible
for bringing me this perfect fucking specimen of a man in front of
me. Probably Priapus.

Like everything else about him, his glutes were brawny and covered with a
thick layer of dark fur.  His stink rose off of them like a miasma,
clouding my already compromised judgement. I ran my hands over the enticing
globes of his asscheeks feeling the coarse hair, the soft moist skin, and
the hard muscle underneath. I sank my fingers into his flesh and used my
thumbs to part the twin mounds concealing my ultimate prize. There it was:
his beautiful, puckered manhole.

I started by kissing him lightly on the cheek, then as I slowly moved
closer to my goal, my kisses grew more forceful. I began to gingerly lick
his sweat-dappled skin. I know, out of context it sounds almost
romantic. Well actually, in a weird way... it kind of was. As I drew closer
to the center, Pierce's natural flavor grew stronger. The taste of old
sweat lingered on his hairs as they tickled my tongue. I don't think I
could ever properly explain it but the taste of unwashed jock asshole (or
practically any other part) drives me absolutely insane. Hell, if you're
still with me at this point I'm sure I don't have to explain it to you. By
the time my lips reached his tight anal ring and I plunged my tongue into
his uncharted depths I felt ready to explode. I couldn't hold back anymore;
I started tongue-fucking his hole with reckless abandon. Somehow my
exhausted cock was throbbing with a vigor he had no right to have, but he
was a fucking trooper. And I was certainly putting him through his paces
today.

I thought about reaching into my pants and stroking myself as I sloppily
frenched Pierce's ass, but I knew Joe would be waiting for me. I had to
save whatever stamina I had left for him. He'd been constantly in the back
of my mind since my encounter with Dan this morning. I found myself
wondering if he'd approve of all that I'd done today. If he saw me now,
tonguing this hot, hairy jock's asshole like an overeager high schooler at
his first make-out party - would he be disappointed in me - or proud?

I honestly didn't know, but I couldn't worry about that anymore. I had to
focus on what was in front of me. I pushed every other thought out of my
head: Joe, Dan, my own desperately throbbing cock, until all I could think
of was Pierce's pleasure. Pierce's asshole.

Pierce's cock. It danced with a mind of it's own only a few short inches
above my face. I reached up to grab it wondering if he'd stop me again, but
as I rapidly beat him off I looked past his dick and I could see he was
lost in another world. His eyes were forced shut and he was gritting his
teeth, every muscle in his jaw and neck tense with exertion. Both hands
were gripping the desk in front of him as he rapidly approached his second
climax. I knew what I had to do.

One last time I forced my tongue as deep in his twitching hole as I could,
then withdrew it. From there I licked up his crack, across his taint, over
the midline of his increasingly taut ballsack, sampling every flavor his
crotch had to offer all over again. I continued all the way up his cock,
still cradled in my hand, and just as I engulfed him his orgasm began. I
felt his cum shooting hard from his urethra into the back of my throat and
spurting out from his piercing onto my waiting tongue at the same
time. Despite my best efforts to contain it all, some dribbled down my
neck. I greedily swallowed and slurped the feast he provided for me and
watched his mouth gape open in a silent scream. He opened his eyes and
looked at me affectionately, then he moved his hand to the back of my head
and pushed me down. I was lost in his pleasure and I offered no resistance
as he buried his dick in my mouth.

His 8 inches combined with the metal ring tickling it's way down my throat
almost proved too much for me, but I fought off the urge to gag with
everything I had and took his cock like a champ. When I finally felt him
stop pumping his jizz down my throat I pulled off, but I kept kissing and
licking around the base of his piercing. I loved that fucking ring and I
needed him to know it.

As he came down Pierce tenderly ran his fingers through my hair. He sat
back up in his seat pulling away from my mouth but my hand followed him. I
was unwilling to fully part with his waning erection. He picked up his
phone from his desk.


( That was fuckin amazing, man!
  But you better let go of me. I gotta
  go take a piss. Like right now )


I didn't respond, just lunged forward and wrapped my lips tight around his
head while I looked him straight in the eyes. He'd figure it out. I watched
his face shift from confusion to shock to unadulterated joy in the span of
a moment. Then came relief.

I thought I was ready, I really did. But when that hot, golden liquid
started surging out of his cock, the force of it caught me off guard. He
wasn't kidding, he really had to piss. It sprayed indiscriminately inside
me like a broken fire hydrant. My mouth filled faster than I thought
possible, and the pressure-washing my throat was getting made me gasp for
air. You fucking idiot, Brendan, what am I gonna do with you?

I quickly clamped back down on him and began to swallow for all I was
worth. Only a few ounces got out but the damage was done. His piss had
flowed down my chin and soaked into my collar and my t-shirt. Some had
dripped onto Pierce's pants, too. They weren't soaked but it was definitely
noticeable. I didn't have time to worry about that, though; my mouth was
filling every couple seconds and he was showing no signs of slowing down.

Pretty soon I got into a rhythm. I had time to focus on the salty, aromatic
brew pervading my entire being. I could taste it in my mouth, feel it
filling my stomach, smell it drying on my clothes.  Pierce's piss didn't
taste as strong as Joe's rank concoction, he must drink a lot of water. It
was easier to gulp down, but there was no mistaking what it was. It tasted
tangy and sour, but something about it was absolutely intoxicating.

Suddenly I heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. Pierce
tensed. I'm no expert lip reader, but I'm pretty sure I saw him mouth the
word 'shit' two or three times. He scrambled for his phone.


( someones coming cant stop )


I heard the sound of shoes scuffing against the floor getting louder with
each step. Someone leaving class early, or maybe they had to piss,
too. Fuck, the why didn't matter right now! What mattered was that the door
was behind us and if they turned around at the right time they'd get a
pretty clear view of the lewd act we were currently embroiled in. I'd
cornered myself, and there was nothing to do but keep drinking and hope the
flow ended soon. What the fuck was I thinking?

Our unwanted visitor came into view as he walked past the desk. He was a
preppy guy, you know the type: Starched collar on his fitted shirt, a
meticulously styled coif without a hair out of place, and what looked like
designer boat shoes on his feet. When he got to the door he stopped. Where
he was standing, I could just barely see the side of his face, just barely
see him wrinkle his nose as if he smelled something off. If he turned even
slightly he'd spot us. I silently begged him not to, to just keep walking.
As I downed another mouthful of piss, I realized part of me was excited
that he might see us. My cock throbbed as I wondered what he'd look like
soaked in Pierce's pungent piss; if there was enough product in his hair to
withstand an endless onslaught like the one being unleashed in my
mouth. God damnit, Brendan.

I had to remind myself to breath as he finally walked out the door, thank
god. Pierce visibly relaxed and over the next 20 seconds or so his stream
trickled to a stop. I swallowed the last of it, then shakily climbed back
into my seat. I finally had a moment to think and my mind was going a mile
a minute. I was trying to come to terms with the fact that I just let a
stranger piss in my mouth, and I was almost caught doing it. Hell, let him?
I didn't really give him a choice, did I? I was growing more and more
concerned lately that I was losing control of myself. I didn't even know
this guy's name!  Then, as if he had a private window into my head,
'Pierce' spoke up.

"The name's Jason, by the way." Fantastic, I knew his name now. Nothing to
be concerned about.  Ha! All I could manage to say back was a timid
"Brendan." Jason smiled at me again. God, I loved that smile. It went a
long way towards calming me down. Dan would probably never smile at me like
that.

Jason quickly scanned the room, then he grabbed me by the shirt and pulled
me into a kiss, catching me completely off guard. His tongue explored my
mouth and I wondered how much of himself he could taste on me. Apparently
not enough, because he broke away and moved down to suck on a wet patch of
my collar where his piss and cum had soaked in. Another thing Dan would
never do; I doubt Joe would either.

He let go of me and I sank back into my seat while he put his wilting dick
away. It felt as if the world was slowly turning back to normal as I
listened to our professor unfold the story of Zeus destroying Homer's ship
for slaughtering the sun-god's cattle. Real fire and brimstone, doom and
gloom kind of stuff. None of that for me though, it was starting to look
like I'd survived my odyssey unscathed.

But then the door opened and the preppy guy from earlier walked back
in. And I didn't give him a second thought until he stopped dead in his
tracks just a couple feet past me. He turned around and looked at me with a
confused expression on his face. When I met his gaze he narrowed his eyes
and recoiled slightly. It suddenly dawned on me that he'd walked past an
empty seat just a couple minutes ago, but now here I was sitting next to
Jason, both our faces flush with sweat. My hair was probably a total mess,
we must have reaked of sex, there was cum and piss soaking into our
clothes, and I was wearing a bright pink dog collar around my neck engraved
with the words "Dick Pig."

Fuck.

I looked over to Jason for help, but I don't know what I expected. His eyes
were wide and his mouth was hanging open but I could still see a hint of a
smile on his lips; that motherfucker was enjoying this. Our fashionable
interloper was about to say something but thankfully the bell rang and I
took the opportunity to make my escape.

As I practically ran for the exit, I stopped and turned when I heard Jason
say, "See you Friday, Bren." He smiled at me like we were old friends, as
if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. I stared at him with a
stupid look on my face, turned around and walked out the door.


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So that's chapter 4...

Alright, put down your pitchforks and torches. I know I promised more Joe,
and it is coming. But I'm sorry, Jason just turned out to be too fucking
hot, blame him. This was originally gonna be a short scene, just a simple
blowjob in class, maybe a page or two, then Bren would move on to Joe.  But
while I was writing, inspiration struck unexpectedly and hard. So beyond
Joe being absolutely, without a doubt, the next scene (I've already started
writing it), I'm gonna try to stop making specific promises about what's to
come in future chapters. Best laid plans and all that. Honestly, I think
I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I always love to hear thoughts
from readers, though.

As always, feedback on my writing is appreciated. Constructive criticism,
suggestions for improvement, or just tell me what you thought was hot, or
if there's something you might want to see in my next story. I have a good
number of ideas already but maybe you'll be my next source of
inspiration. Feel free to email me at Brendan.Shelton.47@gmail.com

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-Bren