Dorm Slave

The alarm sounded at 0515.

Sleepily, I reached across the bedside table and smacked the reset button.

Slowly, the fuzz of sleep left me and I realised - fuck! It's Tuesday!

Tuesday was the day Mr Radisch had an 0800 lecture, so he had to be in the gym by 0615 which meant . . . but you don't need to know my timetable - that's my job!

Anyway, I leapt, naked - as usual - out of bed, ran up the stairs from my basement to the second floor and quietly let myself into Mr Radisch's room.

He was still asleep, lying on his back with his legs spread wider than the single dorm bed would allow. Both arms were wrapped around the back of his head, releasing the heavy odour of man-funk from his dank, lush pits.

However, my specific orders didn't allow me worship his stinking pits at this time so I gently eased myself under the thin sheet that partially covered Mr Radisch's jock bod.

I worked my way between his joyously ripe thighs, gave his heavy, stinkin' balls a light, illicit, swipe with my tongue - enough to make my tastebuds tingle - and focussed my attention on my first official task of the day.

Slowly, gently, I eased my lips over the skinned head of Mr Radisch's dick. I inserted my tongue under his skin and gently scooped out the build-up of rank cock-cheese.

He moved; groaned; stretched.

"Fuckin' bitch . . ." he murmured, arching his back and flexing his entire body. He rose up on his elbows, his feet flat to the bed, working every muscle in body. I followed his movements but kept my lips clamped around his dick-head. Those were my orders.

He collapsed back on the bed, breathed deeply . . . I was ready . . . He sighed from the depths of his soul - and pissed down my slut throat. A strong, steady gush of rank man-piss. He used my throat as would use any toilet; relaxed his bladder and let rip!

I swallowed every drop.

Such was my job.

As the flow stopped, Mr Radisch growled from the back of his throat and said, "Fuck . . . I'm horny . . . "

I knew what I had to do, but I was still aware of the time constraints! Mr Radisch had to cum - but he had to cum fast! This was no time for Tantric sex, no time to consult the Khama Sutra! I wrapped my tongue around his fat shaft and sucked his entire length down my throat; lubed my throat with my own phlegm, created a vacuum and pumped for all I was worth!

"Fuck," he moaned. "Shshshiiit!  Fuckin bitch! Yeah! Suck my dick! Suck it! Suck it! Fuuuuuck!"

Mr Radisch has one of those long, slender dicks with a fat, juicy head. When he cums, that fat head swells - and that's what it does when it's lodged down my throat, spewing its glorious manseed right down my undeserving gullet . . .

He kept his hand clamped to the back of my head, forcing me to keep swallowing his dick. The huge knot of his swelled head gradually deflated and allowed me to breathe.

"All right," muttered Mr Radisch, "fuck off."

I eased his mighty dick out of my slut throat and backed away from his bed, stealing a glance at his bedside clock.

O533 - I was in shit already! The extra time it meant for me to blow Mr Radisch meant that I was late for Mr Booth.

I gently shut Mr Radisch's door and padded down the hall to 206 - Mr Booth's room. I knocked sharply on his door - as he had requested - turned around there in the hallway and got down on my hands and knees with my bare ass facing the door and waited.

Mr Burns came out of 205, naked except for the towel over his shoulder, laughed at me, then carried on to the shower room.

Mr McCallion came out of 208, dressed only in boxer shorts, strode over to me, hefted his fat dick out and pissed all over me.

"Better clean that up before Booth gets here, shit-head."

He hawked up a gob of snot and spat it out on the top of my head.

"Well?!" he demanded.

"Thank you, Mr McCallion, Sir." I replied, and started to lap up Mr McCallion's astringent piss from the floor of the corridor.

"I'll need you soon, shit-head," barked Mr McCallion as he continued on to the shower room..

I was still licking up Mr McCallion's piss when I heard the door to 206 open.

"'Bout fuckin' time . . ." murmured Mr Booth. "Gimme yer arse, fucker!"

I scrambled back 'round - still on my hands and knees - and presented my arse to Mr Booth.

Still groggy from sleep, he fell forward and instinctively rammed his dick up my welcoming arse.

"No time to play, today, fucker . .. ." he grunted, "I need t'piss . .  You want it, fucker?"

My hole was burning with his ragged intrusion . . .but it was what I wanted, needed . . .

"Please, Mr Booth . . . Please piss in my arse, Mr Booth!" I begged.

"Fuckin' fag shit!" he grunted as he emptied his bladder up my arsehole.

I felt it swelling my rectum and groaned in pleasure. Mr Booth finished up and pulled his fat dick from my arse. I clamped shut so as not to allow a single drop of his gift escape from me. With well practised ease I spun around and used my lips, tongue and throat to clean his cock.

"Thank you Mr Booth, sir," I began, "for allowing me to ..."

But Mr Booth just yawned and slammed the door in my face.

I ran down the hallway to the shower room and crawled into the first cubicle where Mr McCallion was soaking his naked body in the flowing hot water. I lay on my back on the shower floor and he placed his left foot on my face to allow me to clean his foot with my tongue and lips. After finishing his right foot I moved up to his crotch, cleaning his cock, balls and his magnificent arse before moving on to his pits.

"Do you have to do Walsh today, shit-head?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I replied, "sorry, sir."

"Damn," he muttered. "I wanted to fuck that arse of yours, too. You better get going then."

Thanking Mr McCallion profusely, I slipped out of the shower room and, trying to rid myself of as much water as possible, ran down to room 202, knocked on the door and let myself in.

Mr Walsh was sitting at his desk, completely naked working on last-minute adjustments to an assignment.

"About fucking time," he grunted, not even bothering to look up. "Come on."

He eased himself out of his chair, stretched his tall, lean, muscular stud body and threw himself down on his back on the bed, drawing his knees up to his chest and exposing his glorious black-tufted arse hole. Salivating with desire, I got onto my knees and plunged my face into his heavenly, sweat-soggy canyon.

"No need for that," he barked. "You took so long to get here I lubed myself, so get cracking."

I stood up again, aligned my cockhead with his hole and plunged in.

"Aaw, fuck yeah!" he groaned. "I've had an itch up there all night. No need to be polite, boy - pound my fucking manhole!"

I set a furious pace, long-dicking his hole with rabbit-fast punches just the way Mr Walsh like it. As I pounded into him he stroked his cock and worked his fat nipples until, groaning loudly, he exploded in a fury of cum all over his chest. I eased out of him, licked his cum from his chest and left the room, leaving him panting but satisfied on his bed.

I then tore down the hall to Mr Bennet's room for his early-morning blowjob. After that Mr Fearnley needed his first fuck of the day. Mr Stephens didn't have a class until 1100 so I had an hour with him this morning - and I knew that his new paddle had arrived in the post yesterday. I then had time to make beds and do some laundry before Mr Mahal came back at lunchtime ...

Tuesday's were always busy ...

 

Me and Mr. Smith

Keywords: Anal, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Gay, Mature, Oral Sex, Romance, School

Introduction: A university student gets into tangles with a professor.

It was a warm spring night when I stepped out of the campus bar. I was tired, and a bit tipsy, and I was waiting to get picked up by my friend, Jack. I was 20 at the time, still unsure about my sexuality. My name is Will. I'm about 6'0 or 6'1, or was at the time... Anyways, back to the story.

I was waiting on a cold bench when I got a phone call from Jack.
"Hey bud," he said into the phone, slurring his words. "I don't think I will be able to pick you up."
"Your an asshole! How the fuck am I supposed to get home now?"
"I don't know, take the bus.. Or call a cab, I think they have campus cars?"
"Fine, what's the number?" I quickly scrambled to write the numbers down on a cocktail napkin before hanging up.
A few seconds later, I called the cab company, and they dispatched a car to come get me. After several minutes of waiting, I finally was greeted by a cab car. I got in to the car and looked at the driver. He was in his late 40's or early 50's, quite cute I had noticed, and I thought I had seen him around the school.
"Hi, William is it?" He asked me.
"Uh, yeah... Do I know you?" I said.
"Probably not. I'm Mr. Smith. I teach English Literature at the university. I've seen you around. I helped Ms. Randall mark some papers, and I read yours. I was going to introduce myself the other day, but you were busy."
"Oh, sorry about that..." I said, smiling. I couldn't believe it, but I almost felt myself flirting with this guy!
"That's quite fine. Where can I take you?" I told him to take me to my off campus apartment. It wasn't very far, thank god my parents had invested in my own place near the university. Mr. Smith soon introduced himself as Mike, and we got to talking about school and stuff. After about ten minutes of chatting, he finally asked me.
"So, I can't help but feel like your a bit confused about yourself. Sexually that is..."
"Really? I didn't feel like I was giving that vibe."
"No, its just... I find myself very attracted to you, Will." He looked at me and smiled. I couldn't believe it! I was hoping this cute guy was feeling the same as I was!
"Well, are you saying that you are gay?" I asked.
"Yes, I am."
"Well, I'm attracted to you too, Mike," I said. "But I wouldn't really know what to do with it. I mean, honestly I have never been with a man, but I have never felt comfortable with girls. But something about you, just comforts me."
"Maybe I could try some stuff out on you and you can see if you feel anything?"
"Sure... What did you have in mind?" I asked.
Mike quickly smiled and then I felt his hand rubbing my crotch. I felt an instant reaction and my 6.5 inch cock slowly started to grow in my pants. I released a small groan and Mike laughed. "Well, I think that we have an answer!" I was quite disappointed when he withdrew his hand and rested it back on the wheel.
"Well, can we see if my reaction is the same with some other stuff?"
I could see that Mike had been thinking the same because he instantly lit up. "Sure. Have you ever touched another man's cock before?" I shook my head, and watched with delight as he slowly unzipped his pants. Out came the largest cock I had ever seen. It had to have been as much as 9 or 10 inches! I slowly reached over and wrapped my hand around his cock. We had already reached my apartment, and Mike pulled up in front of my house, even thought neither of us had any intention of exiting the vehicle. Mike turned off the engine, and I turned my attention back to his dick. I slowly began to stroke his cock, as I would myself when I jack off alone. I felt happy when I heard Mr. Smith moan in ecstasy to my movements.
"Can I see yours?" He asked me. I nodded, and undid my pants, wriggling out of them to expose my already erect cock. I was surprised to see a bit of pre-cum exposed at the tip. Mike reached over and grabbed my cock, and I felt an instant reaction. We slowly jacked each other off. As I grew more and more turned on, I looked up at Mike.
"I've never tasted a man's cock before. What's it like?"
"Well, there's only one way to find out."
With that, I slowly descended onto Mike's cock. I gave the tip a small lick, earning a moan from Mr. Smith. "Oh come on now. Suck it, little boy," he said. I was so aroused by him calling my little boy. I licked a little more around the mushroom tip, earning several more moans from Mike. Then, I slowly began to ease his cock into my mouth. It took me a while to get used to it, and I gagged quite a bit. Finally, after several attempts, I began to ease his cock in and out of my mouth.
"Mmm... That's so nice," Mike said. Then he grabbed my hair and began to maneuver my head over his cock and thrust in and out of my mouth. I could have sworn he was about to cum before he let go of my head. "Can we go inside your place?" he asked me.
"Yeah, sure" I said, eagerly. We both put our pants back on and headed inside. Once we got to my living room, I grabbed Mike's hand and led him to my bedroom. I was surprised by myself when I pushed the old man back onto my bed. I crawled over him, and slowly undid his pants, pulling them down to reveal his still erect cock. I took off my clothes and took his cock in my mouth once again. It was much easier to get down this time, and I eagerly sucked his cock.
"Oh yes boy, suck my dick. That feels so good." He said, as he thrusted his hips to move his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt so aroused, I just wanted more.
"Mike. I want you inside of me." I said, hoping for an answer.
"Are you sure? It can be painful the first time. And we don't have any protection..."
"No, I don't care. I want that big dick of yours in my ass Mr. Smith..." My provocative stare got him up, and he pulled me down on top of him, and caught me in a passionate kiss.
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure, now fuck me Mr. Smith." I said, smiling. With that he quickly rolled over. I got into position on my knees, waving my ass around in the air. Mike got onto his knees and positioned his cock at my entrance. I felt him rub some saliva on my asshole, and I assumed that he lubricated his cock a bit more. Then, I felt him rub his cock up and down my crack. I thought I would cum right then and there with the anticipation. Then, he slowly entered my ass. I winced with pain, but held back as he pushed in a bit more. I did hurt, a lot. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. Finally, he got it all in. After he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, I felt my tight ass loosen up as we got into a rhythm.
"Oh FUCK ME MR. SMITH!" I yelled out in pleasure.
"Your a dirty little boy Will, aren't you. OHHHHH," he moaned in ecstasy. I felt him speed up as he tightened his grip around my hips and quickly thrusted in and out of my ass. I bucked my hips in motion with his movements, and jerked myself off quickly. I felt Mike lean forward and reach around to my front. He then took control and wrapped his hands around my cock, jerking me off quickly to the rhythm of our fucking. I couldn't take it any more and I moaned loudly, shooting 6 or 7 loads onto my bed sheets. Clearly, Mr. Smith was a little more experienced than me and he kept on fucking me. I was pretty sure I was set to cum again, I didn't even feel like I was coming out of my orgasm. Then, Mr. Smith pulled out of my ass and started jerking himself off.
"Oh no," I said. "I want you to cum inside of me." I pushed him down into a sitting position and faced my back toward him. I grabbed his cock and positioned myself over him, sitting on his cock. Then, I worked back up into our rhythm, bouncing up and down on his huge cock. He reached around and jerked me off too, and we were both moaning in ecstasy. I continued to bounce on his cock, and then I hit my climax. We both moaned loudly and I felt his warm cum enter my asshole. After feeling the sensation, I immediately came myself, shooting five more loads onto my chest and legs. We both lay back onto my bed and Mike slowly pulled out of my. He licked the cum off my legs and and stomach, and kissed me, forking over some of my own juices. I smiled at him.
"That was amazing," I said. "I think I am sure of my sexuality now..."
"I hope you are," he said. "Because I plan on doing that again... SOON."
I smiled, and we both drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

-end-

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