Date: Tue, 29 May 2018 05:04:24 +0000 (UTC) From: college guy just a Subject: Plenty of Time For Fun, Chapter 2: Sweet Revenge Focusing on the exam took an almost superhuman effort. Van wanted nothing more than to rush back to his room and experience more of Carson's beautiful cock. He was already mentally kicking himself for not taking the opportunity to sit on it and ride his way to an even more intense explosion than he'd had while sucking his roommate off. When taking an exam, his method was to freeze time and figure out the answers to two or three questions before starting time back up and writing them down. It would have seemed far too suspicious if he'd competed the whole thing before his classmates had even got beyond the first few questions. Today he was tempted to just leave time frozen, finish the test, and get back to his dorm room for another round with Carson. He could come back afterward to unfreeze time and just pretend to be writing for the remainder of the hour. In the end, Van talked himself out of this plan of action. There would be so many opportunities with Carson. All those Skype sessions with his girlfriend, for instance. He knew that Carson had to be jerking off for at least some of them. It would be very easy to just wait until Carson asked him to make himself scarce for an hour, give his roommate time to get things going, and then freeze time and enjoy the hard tool in his buddy's hand. Answers ready, he hit the button on the side of his watch. The room came alive again in an instant. As he started to write, Van couldn't help thinking of Carson and the blonde back in their dorm room, continuing their little fuck session without any clue that it had ever been interrupted. Would it just be oral, he wondered, or would Carson be putting that monster inside her? He imagined the look of lust on Carson's face as Addie/Abby rode him, her tits bouncing up and down. He hoped that chick knew how lucky she was. Van continued to stop and start time until he'd completed the exam, careful to miss a few points here and there but still secure an A. One or two students started finishing up and taking their papers to the front, then quietly gathering up their stuff and heading out. He always made sure to wait until at least five or six people had done this before following their lead. Now he watched as that frat boy, the impossibly sexy one who looked like he should be starring in a teen drama on The CW, stood up with his exam. Making a quick decision, he hit the button on his watch. The frat boy was frozen at the front of the room, a few feet in front of Professor Slate's desk. Van got up and made his way to the front. Glancing at the exam in his classmate's hand he discovered two things: one, this frat boy was going to be getting a C at best and two, his name was Jake. A week earlier, he had been on his way to History 201, following behind this particular frat boy as they made their way across the quad. Jake had been walking with another guy, probably a fellow frat brother. Van had been admiring the view from behind, that firm round ass squeezed tightly into a pair of unseasonable shorts, when he suddenly heard "What a fucking fag." Van had looked up in shock, thinking that Jake was talking about him. Instead, he realized that they were passing a table set up in the quad advertising the Pride Resource Center, the LGBT organization on campus. Seated at the table was a rather scrawny blond twink wearing a Pride t-shirt. "Can you believe that, just sitting out in the quad trying to recruit?" Jake's friend had just grunted in response, shaking his head. Raising his voice to make sure the kid heard him, Jake had continued. "I guess it makes a change from sucking dick in the library bathroom." Van glanced at the table and saw the twink's face flush as he turned his head the other way, clearly deciding to ignore the abuse. The two guys in front of him had both laughed and walked on. Jake's ass had seemed less appealing after that. Now, standing a few inches from him and looking at his frozen, perfect face, Van couldn't help feeling mixed emotions. On the one hand, Jake was fucking hot. On the other, he was a homophobic bully. What to do? "Let's just see what we're working with," he muttered. Taking the exam from Jake's hand, he set it on the desk and then raised both of Jake's arms in the air. Taking hold of the bottom of his shirt, emblazoned with the Greek letters of his Fraternity, Van lifted it over his head and tossed it aside. Jake stood before him bare from the waist up, frozen with his arms raised in the air. Van drank in the sight, the tight torso with a light dusting of dark hair covering it, hair that grew a bit thicker just above the waist band of the shorts Jake always seemed to be wearing. Jake's pits weren't quite as hairy as Carson's had been, but they smelled a lot stronger, a musky, manly smell. Glancing around at the classroom full of students and at the Professor sitting right behind him, Van felt a strange thrill, almost like he was putting on a show for them as he leaned forward and buried his face in Jake's pits one at time, licking and sucking and just inhaling their scent. Moving away from the pits, Van sucked on each of Jake's nipples, giving them a light nip with his teeth. Standing up, he looked Jake directly in the face. "Why do you have to be so fucking sexy, asshole?" Jake continued to stare slightly to the left, towards Professor Slate, his face completely expressionless. Van reached down and unbuttoned the shorts, letting them fall to floor. Jake was wearing a pair of dark blue boxer shorts. Walking around behind him, he pulled them down slowly, revealing that incredible bubble butt. "Jesus! That's a great ass." He grabbed two handfuls of frat boy ass, giving both cheeks a firm squeeze. Dropping to his knees, Van spread them and took a peek between the mounds. Jake's ass was mostly smooth, but the crack was like a dark forest with Jake's pink hole hidden in a tangle of hair. Darting his tongue out, he ran it back and forth across that tight frat boy hole. Sucking his finger into his mouth to get it wet, he pressed it up against that hole, meeting a great deal of resistance before it finally slipped inside. He finger fucked Jake for a few minutes, soon adding a second finger, squeezing and lightly smacking those round cheeks while he did so. Standing back up, Van walked around to the front to get his first look at what Jake was packing. His dick rested in a nest of dark hair. It was impossible to tell how big he really was since he was completely soft. It looked to be about average in size, though, unless he was a grower. He did have some very nice low hanging, hairy balls. Van hit his knees again to suck on them. There didn't seem to be much point in bothering with Jake's dick since he wouldn't be able to get hard, but he still gave it a quick squeeze. These explorations left Van hard as a rock. He went back to his desk and grabbed his phone. Taking it back to the front of the class he took several shots of Jake for future personal use and then slowly dressed him and put his arms back in position, placing the exam back in his hand. His sexual curiosity was satisfied but his desire to teach the homophobic frat boy a lesson was not. Van sat back down and, after willing his hard-on to subside, restarted time. He watched as Jake dropped the test onto the stack on Slate's desk and then turned back around. He looked up as Jake walked by his desk. A look of slight discomfort seemed to flit across the frat boy's features. His asshole had to be feeling the affects of his invasive fingers. He got up and took his own test to the front, nodding at the Professor as he turned it in. Jake passed him on his way out of the room, his attention glued to the screen of his phone. Grabbing his own stuff he hurried to keep up with his target. As he walked out the door into the breezy fall afternoon, he spotted Jake ahead of him crossing the quad. Van followed at a distance and smiled as he saw Jake turn into the library. He picked up his pace and managed to see the elevator doors closing on Jake as he walked in. Watching the light as the elevator progressed, Van's smile grew even bigger when he saw that it went all the way up to the sixth floor. Perfect! He headed for the stairs. When Jake had made that comment in the quad about the twink sucking dick in the library bathroom, Van had wondered if this had just been a lucky guess on the frat boy's part or if he knew the reputation the sixth floor men's room had of being a cruising spot. Van had read about it on a message board before he'd even started classes and had checked it out a few times since then. The place had been deserted the first time he'd tried, but the second time he'd struck gold and received a decent under stall blow job. Van usually preferred to see his partner's face when he was hooking up, but sometimes, when a guy is horny between classes, an anonymous suck off can really hit the spot. It now struck him as crazy that he hadn't thought to use the watch at that point, to see who was sucking him that day. His mind just hadn't been working that way in regards to freezing time, not until the unexpected sight of Carson's massive cock. Somehow, that had unlocked everything for him this afternoon. He reached the top of the stairs and began to walk around the stacks and the study rooms, keeping an eye out for Jake. It soon became apparent that he wasn't there, which meant he had to be in the bathroom. Van reached down and used his watch to freeze time. This particular men's room had a lobby area of sorts with a mirror and sinks as you walked in. You had to open another door to get to the row of urinals and the three stalls. He had read online that it was perfect for cruising because of the warning allowed by the opening of the first door, giving the guys inside time to separate before someone new came in. The sink area was empty. He opened the inner door and walked inside. There was a guy standing at the urinal closest to the stalls, but it wasn't Jake. This guy was a bit older, probably a graduate student. He was skinny, with brown hair and a beard. Van walked up to him and looked over his shoulder at the cock he was holding in his hand. There was no sign of any piss, so either Van had stopped time before he could empty his bladder, or he'd been here on a different sort of mission. His cock wasn't fully hard, but it was chubbed up. It wasn't much to write home about, though, slightly smaller than average. Turning to the stalls, Van bent down and looked under them. The stall next to the urinals and the one farthest away were both occupied. This part was going to be a bit tricky, he realized, since he couldn't open the doors from the outside. Moving into the middle stall, he carefully climbed up on the toilet and looked into the stall closest to the urinals. The guy inside was sitting with his hard dick in his hand, leaning over with his eye to the small peep hole that allowed those in the know to check out the dicks at the urinals. It was hard to see what he looked like with his face pressed to the side of the stall, but the red hair on his head and surrounding his fat cock showed that it wasn't Jake. He turned around and looked down into the handicapped stall on the other side. Jake was inside, sitting on the toilet with his cell phone in his hands. His dick, plumper than it had been in class, was resting between his legs. Climbing down and locking the stall door, he sat on the toilet. Looking closely at the partition between his and Jake's stalls, he found what he was looking for: another peep hole. He put his eye to it and found he had a perfect view of Jake. Reaching down to his watch, he started time back up. Jake was scrolling through something on his phone, his eyes locked on it. In the next stall over, he began to hear the unmistakable sounds of the red head jerking his dick. Jake surely had to hear that? If so, he wasn't showing any reaction. Then there was a shuffling noise, followed by wet sucking sounds from the next stall over. Van leaned down to take a peek. The guy at the urinals had hit his knees, stuffing his cock under the partition, and the red head had wasted no time in wrapping his lips around it. He could tell they were trying to be quiet, but the sounds of a blowjob were unmistakable. He sat back up and looked through the peep hole. Jackpot! Jake's attention was still focused on his phone, but now he had his dick in his hand and was stroking it to whatever image he was watching so intently. As Van had suspected earlier, Jake's dick was average in size, but watching the sexy frat boy stroke it was so hot that it didn't really matter how big it was. Was he just there to jerk off, or did he want more? Taking a chance, Van moved his foot into sight under the partition and tapped it, keeping his eye on Jake, who turned his head and glanced down briefly. A frown creased his brow but he turned his eyes back to the screen of his phone and continued to stroke himself. He leaned down and stuck his hand under the stall, making a jerking motion, and then sat back up. Jake had paused and was staring at the spot where his hand had just been. As he waited, hardly daring to breathe, a moan and a slightly louder slurping sound came from the red head's stall. This seemed to break the spell for Jake. He stood up, dick in hand, and moved to the partition. Van looked down as Jake sank to his knees and the frat boy's cock appeared in his stall. With a grin, he hit the button on his watch. Getting up, he opened the stall door and, making a mental note to get these clothes in the laundry ASAP, he crawled under the door of Jake's stall and unlocked it. Doing the same with the other stall was a bit more difficult, since it was a narrower space, but Van soon had both doors open. The red head was still kneeling, mouth open, but the grad student had pulled his cock away. The trace of cum on the red head's chin made it clear why. He worked quickly, moving the red head to Jake's stall and turning Jake around. He was able to set a scene: Jake the frat boy, kneeling in the middle of a bathroom stall with his dick in the mouth of another guy. Van moved Jake's hands, which had been clenched on to the bottom of the stall partition, and put one in the red head's hair, the other raised up in a position for Jake to be pinching his own nipple while being serviced. It looked fucking hot. Grabbing his cell phone, he took some pictures, making sure not to get the face of the red head while getting plenty of Jake's and making it clear that he was being sucked by another dude. That done, he went back to work, tipping Jake over on his side and positioning him so that he was face to face with Red's hard cock. Opening Jake's mouth a bit wider, Van guided the fat cock inside and then closed the frat boy's lips, taking several more shots on his phone that made it appear as if Jake were sucking dick in the men's room. Once he was done, he paused to sample both of the cocks on display for himself, sucking on each in turn. It was exciting to have this sort of secret power over guys, but Van reflected that the one thing that was lacking was the ability to make them cum. This was going to get frustrating fast. He moved Red back into his stall and then put Jake back to his original position. Catching sight of Jake's cell phone sitting on the hand rail and picked it up, curious to see what kind of porn he'd been stroking to. The image was of a woman sucking a dick that looked suspiciously like Jake's. He scrolled through the other images, but none of them showed the face of the guy getting sucked. Jake seemed like just the kind of guy who'd take pics like this of a chick going down on him and then share them with his buddies or post them online, though. After checking the contacts and noting Jake's number for future use he went back to his own stall and took his aching cock out of his pants. He started to stroke off, images of Jake, of Red, and especially of Carson mingling in his mind. It didn't take very long before he was shooting his load all over Jake's dick. Van buttoned his pants and walked out of the stall. He saw the grad student, frozen in the act of standing up, his spent dick still hanging out of his pants. He went to the outer room and washed up. Slowly he flipped through the images on his phone, grinning. There was no doubt now that he could take Jake down any time he wanted to. What would his frat bros think if these pics popped up online? What would Jake do to keep that from happening? Putting his phone away, Van hit the button on the side of his watch and waited. It only took about thirty seconds before he heard Jake's angry shout from the inner room. The door opened at the same time and the grad student hurried by, looking at Van in surprise, no doubt wondering why he hadn't heard the warning of the outer door as Van came in. Van started to walk through the inner door as Jake yelled "Mother fucker! I'm going to kick your fucking ass, faggot!" The far stall door flew open and Jake stormed out and kicked open the door of the stall next to him. He looked stunned to find it empty. He looked around and saw Van, but it was all too clear that he was just walking in and couldn't have been in the stall. "Where-" Jake looked around in confusion and then stormed back into his own stall and slammed the door. As Van stepped up to the urinal, he saw Red come out and shoot a nervous glance at the far stall before hurrying away. "Thanks for your help, buddy," Van whispered too softly for the red head to hear. While he was taking a leak Jake came back out of the stall and left the restroom. Van didn't even bother to look at him. Glancing at his watch as he headed downstairs and seeing that he was already late for his last class of the day, he decided to just skip it and head back to the dorm instead. Carson should be in class now, which would give Van time to take a shower, change his clothes, and think about the crazy afternoon he'd just had.