Colton looked like a Greek god. I managed to catch a glimpse of him in the changing room. He's not the most muscular guy ever, but his body looked like it was hand-made by a sculptor who liked a very specific body type that was the perfect in-between lean and muscular. His jet-black hair looked messy in an intentional way. His olive skin shone wet from the bath. I felt a very weird mix of horny and angry-at-capital-G O D-God for their uneven distribution of beauty (Save some for us!).
I had a crush on him from the day he set foot in my swimming PE class. I remembered how he'd arrived late, how he smiled when he realized that we both had no classmates in the same course and how he was relieved to find someone else to do the dumb "origins of swimming as a sport" assignment. Horny little me would always sneak a look at him in the changing room.
I was tempted to look at him again but resisted the urge. I needed to cram for final exams. I put on my trousers and polo shirt and rushed out.
I attempted to solve math problems in my head to relax the upcoming tent in my trousers. This boner needed to be gone before I reached the library.
Five hundred times sixty-nine. Just multiply the sixty by the sixty-nine. And then...
Of course, the random number I had to choose was sixty-nine. Now I'm imagining what's under Colton's gym shorts. More specifically, I imagined what it was like to suck on what was under Colton's gym shorts. I imagined my lips on my dick, teasing me as he put mine on his. I wondered how big he was.
My fantasy was put to a stop as I arrived at the library. I set up my book bag to cover my hard-on and got going inside. I searched this giant library for a seat somewhat far off to get away from the group of students who were attempting (and failing) to keep their voices down while gossiping. I soon found a lonely aisle with a seat and two chairs and then claimed the area as my own.
It was peaceful for the most part aside from the glare I received from a couple who wanted to sit in my spot and some guy who took another two-seater across the bookshelf on an adjacent aisle. I got to work fast. The adrenaline rush from just being a few hours 'til the exam was the only thing carrying me. The rush got me skipping through chapters on economics.
I had shifted to a new chapter when I suddenly heard an interesting sound.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
It was a familiar, wet sound coming from the direction of the guy opposite me across the bookshelf.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
I couldn't help myself. I quietly stood up and tried to spy on the mystery man. It wasn't a mystery man though.
Not shlick, I thought. More like fap.
Colton was fapping opposite me. His intentionally messy hair looked more unintentional as though he couldn't care less about anything in this world other than the pleasure of masturbation. His jersey jacket and jeans were unbuttoned, showing me a marvelous view of his well-shaped chest, abs, and most importantly, his dick. His dick sported probably close to 7 inches hard, and I was mesmerized. He was the perfect twunk.
Fate is an odd thing. Fate made me sit in the exact spot where I could witness the beautiful man whom I had just seen in the locker room beating his meat. Fate made this happen while I had a final exam to worry about. I couldn't care less though and kept looking.
Perhaps there were bigger dicks, but this is certainly the biggest one I've seen in my life. The few people I've hooked up with have either matched my six inches or were smaller.
A slightly muffled moan would escape his mouth every few seconds, yet he would not even bother to check if he'd be caught. He just continued. Fap. Fap. Fap.
"Fuck yeah!" Colton moaned with his velvety baritone voice.
My dick (which I worked so hard to turn soft) was, of course, threatening to escape my trousers again. I contemplated what to do for a millisecond but knew in my heart that I wanted to fap too. Or maybe something even more.
My brain had transferred to what was between my legs. I lost any sense of shame, dropped my trousers in the middle of the library aisle, and took my shoes off, thinking only with my dick. I pulled my already hard dick out and began to mimic the fapping that Colton was doing.
Something was exciting about matching the strokes of Colton's hands as we continued to jack off together. It was as if we were linked together. I had to put extra effort into holding my moan just not to get caught. I wanted Colton to have the best fap ever without interruption from me though I was confident I could make him feel even better. I settled for stroking myself as I stared at him with his body oozing sweat.
I continued to stroke while staring at Colton through the gap in the bookshelf. He was now using both hands with his body bending to make it as though he was fucking himself with his hands. I imagined he was fucking me as I copied his double-handed stroke. His moans grew more frantic as his strokes grew in speed and I could feel the wave of pleasure as our strokes grew faster and faster.
"Oh!" I moaned louder than I intended.
