Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2020 10:29:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Josh in Biology Class Chapter 4

JOSH In BIOLOGY CLASS					by Mike Austin
							nasstop@yahoo.com

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IV:

Our ensuing years had been filled with random cocksucking and being
sucked. A few more jocks had come or should say CUM into play for me. The
bookstore had covered up their gloryholes, so we just contained our sexual
adventures within the booth walls in private. Nothing can deter a devout
cocksucker from his prey!!! At the start of our Senior year, Jeremy had
transferred to a school closer to his family home due to some health issues
with his mom. Todd had actually been scouted by a Major League team and had
gone into contract at the start of the Summer; against so many who opposed
him jumping ship this close to getting his degree. Josh had actually moved
into my place when Todd left school. He was now getting blowjobs each night
and morning. I knew every fold of his flaccid inch and every stretched
centimeter of hardon. I could predict his orgasm and often did, teasing him
with delays, stalls and cessation just to make his cumload that more
intense for us both. He still had me anytime and often just seeing his
blonde hairy legs or chest would make me needy as any good cocksucker
should be for his feeder.

Journalism Bret had introduced me to his buddy Pete, the Latin stud, during
our Junior year Spring Break.  We rented a place for the week in
Merida. The Boutique Hotel Villa Verde is a 250 year old colonial mansion
that is gay-owned and has only 5 guest rooms. Bret and Pete shared a
Colonial Double room and I opted for the Garden King for more privacy. We
arrived early Friday and had to busy ourselves until the 11
a.m. check-in. We arranged a tour of the nearby Mercado had lunch and got
settled into the rooms. The pool was awesome as were the rooms and
patios. I needed a nap but also needed some dick. Our taxi driver was more
than friendly when we told him where we were staying. He agreed to give us
a good ride around and could "arrange anything special you guys need", so
he said. I asked and received his card with cell number and wasted no time
once up from my nap to call the fit middle-aged stud for "a ride". In 10
minutes, he was out front watching for me. We left for a local "tour" of a
nearby "Parque", where Ricardo pulled to a shady area, got out "to stretch"
and encouraged me to join him. In no time, I was swinging on his thick
Mexican cock, deep throating him and as his hands gripped the back of my
head and he "hissed ayeeeeeeee" I knew I was about to get his hot
leche. There was no short supply and when we arrived back at the hotel, he
got a smile, a huge tip and greeted me with "anytime senor Miguel". My jaws
were still adjusting to his girth as I returned to the quiet solace of my
room, the patio and pool area with the fountain noise. I found the guys
stretched out beside the pool with drinks at rest under the shade of the
palms and table's umbrella. They invited me to join them which I did. Pete
asked if I enjoyed the tour and where did I go? Bret, shook his head NO to
Pete who immediately stopped his inquiry of my tour, in mid-question. We
all laughed. The first night we had a catered meal round the pool. More
tequila flowed and we all recall what tequila does to me. The other few
hotel guests were also students on Spring Break. Only one was a jock. His
name was Andrew and he was studying to be an aeronautical engineer. He had
a softly sculptured torso, and looked so hot when he came out for a late
night swim in his square cut trunks. I sat mesmerized as he dog paddled
about, dove spewed water from his mouth, splashed me then dove again to
surface on the opposite side of the pool. After a few more laps he crawled
from the pool, sat at my table, took my drink and downed it. His grin was
well-suited for adventure. I looked him straight on, even while he was
trying his best to play hard to catch. "OK, OK, your dick needs attention
and we both know it", I relayed. He almost choked on his laugh before
agreeing. We left for my room. His dick was a pronounced upcurve. It, like
the rotation term V-1 as an aircraft speeds down the runway at takeoff, was
hard and ready for flight. The ample head had a thick ridge and was the
pinnacle of several huge veins running out from his dense crotch and along
the shaft. His large sack was supple and his heavy balls rolled easily in
my hands as I lapped his dickhead and then swallowed his shaft. Whether it
was my expert cocksucking or Andrew's short take-off run, he didn't last
long, and was soon firing hot blasts of chlorine tainted cum down my
throat. "WOW, he moaned; dressed and left with a "see you in the morning
wave out the door". Engineer Pete, with the sweet tasting cum, was supposed
to come along but had to back out a week in advance which is how I got the
huge room, after some negotiations with the owners; who as it happened
needed a double, which we had originally booked. We'd booked an excursion
tour and all our fellow guests would share. Andrew appeared to be well hung
over and sat in the back, head slumped down the entire tour. This was a
city tour and others were options as was a trip to the beach, but I had
other ideas, namely getting Bret's thick veiny meat down a few times. After
returning from the tour and lunch, Bret and Pete opted for another
swim. Pete stopped at my room to ask if I was going to join in. I answered
the door in a towel. Pete offered, "uh well looks like you're busy", I
replied "well I'd like to be" and turned, walking back into the room. Pete
stood in the doorway, a bit confused and then nodded and came in, closing
the door behind him. I learned as we sat at the small table, sharing shots
of tequila and limes, that his mother was Spanish but his father was
Cuban. His body was Cuban built while his head was clearly Spanish. I'd
soon find out how Cuban males are built and what they can do. We emptied
the tequila bottle and I knelt between his legs, ground my face in his
crotch, worked his hard pecs and nips, before urging his trunks down to
reveal the thick uncut beauty of a dick. His head was barely covered and
his precum flowed in profusion, coating the bull head with his slick.
Bowing my head in reverence, I deep throated him over and over slowly,
building his passion and need. He helped my head move up and down using his
hands to guide me down and made his dick throb in my throat. My moans
vibrated along his shaft and his reciprocal moans made me even more eager
for his cum. After a good 15 minutes of giving him head, he stood abruptly,
held my head squarely and dick pounded my face to his orgasm. I gasped from
the intensity as he finished in me. Once done, I slowly lapped him dry,
began to stand up; "not yet boy" he announced. I looked up and grinned,
opened my mouth wide, tilted my head back and extended my tongue to lick
his heavy, hairy ballsack.  He had other plans for his dick's pleasure. He
stepped to the bed, patted it, I started to get up again and he pressed his
hand to my head and neck, then urged me to crawl the few feet to the
bed. Of course I did so without hesitation. Again he patted the bed as an
instruction. I crawled up on the bed and he maneuvered me into a doggy
position, reached into his pool bag and in an instant was lubing me. I
discouraged him, saying "I'm really more just a cocksucker". "not anymore",
came his reply. Bracing for pain, I was so glad to have gulped down as much
tequilla as I had. His left hand situated the small of my back in position,
the right hand guided his huge dick to my tightening but eager gasket, and
then the pressure and he eased his left hand backwards, dragging my ass to
his cock. The head pried me apart and the pain rocketed through my body and
felt like both my assring AND my brain would explode. The nerves in my
glutes and small of my back convulsed and then there was that massive sense
of being filled full. His head punched at my spot and I melted in heat. As
he began to fuck me, his rhythm began a figure "8" motion. He literally
worked me open and apart to enable me to take and need more of him. His
fuck was euphoric. The very few times I'd been fucked didn't hold a candle
to Pete's intensity and surge. The knock on the door and Bret's voice, "Are
you in there", gave pause before Pete resumed his assault. Faster and
faster he fucked, my hole and walls felt as though they would rip apart,
but I needed this from Pete in the worst way. Now both his hands gripped my
hips and he pounded faster still. His dick throbbed both on entry and exit
and my nerve endings were afire and yet sated. I turned my head to look at
this bull and found his eyes closed, lost in the fuck. Again he slowed then
raced to conclusion. His rapid fire cumshots stung in my ass. He finished,
pulled out, and I collapsed on the bed. Unknowingly, he had fucked a huge
cumload from my own dick and it puddled under my crotch. He reached for his
towel, wiped his face, chest and crotch, tugged up his trunks, walked to
the door, announced "see ya later maybe" and left me in a heap on the
bed. I heard the two voices, Bret and Pete talking and then heard Bret's
unmistakable laugh. I knew my fuck was outed. I was sore, swollen, achy and
my groin joints, tendons and muscles felt like they'd been split wide. I
forgot all about the jaw ache from giving Pete head.

An hour passed before there was another door knock. It was Bret, checking
on me. I braced my sore ass to stand and answer his inquiry. Bret came in,
asked if I needed anything and sore as I was from Pete's fuck, I answered,
"well, ya know" and groped Bret softly. It took no time at all before Bret
stood over me, my head hanging off the edge of the mattress and his long
veiny dick sliding in and out of my throat. His heavy balls smelled of
chlorine as had Andrew before. I reached behind Bret, grabbed his glutes
and helped him fuck my throat.  My ass was so sore, yet I needed to be
fed. Bret's pace increased and I knew he was getting close. "That's it
cocksucker; show me how eager you are for my dick and cum" Bret advised.
The throat fuck was intense as though he was competing. He'd slow then
regain speed, change his face fuck angle then go straight in and out.
Finally after I felt his balls tug up a bit and his dick expand even more,
I felt the leg tension, his knees locked tightly and the cum forced from
his thick dick down into my guts. He came more than he'd ever done
before. It must be the quantity of testosterone at the hotel that did the
trick. "You coming out for dinner with us" he asked. All I could do was
shake my head and decline. "Bring you back anything" again he inquired and
again just a head shake no. I raised my head that time, grinned and mouthed
Thank You; then fell back on the bed and slept four hours. Again door
knocking; and I answered the door thinking it was Andrew, Pete or Bret. It
was Juan, the front desk runner with a message for me. Engineer Pete had
been trying to reach me and let me know that a fellow engineer wanted to
join us for the rest of Spring Break if that was ok? That he'd share the
costs w/o a problem and was flying in the next morning unless I got word
back that he couldn't join us. I sent the message back that this guy, Chuck
was welcome and to advise the flight info and I'd arrange for Ricardo to
meet him at the airport with an XYZ sign and that Ricardo would get Chuck
here in short order. Any friend of Pete's had to be a good guy. I closed
the reply with the question- "Does he like bananas too"?