Hot College Stud's Dar Secret

The desk creaked as it rocked back and forth. Brad gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, bracing himself from the heavy thrusts. He could feel the sweat dripping on his perfectly sculpted body and on his face. He could hear the moans that were barely being held back. He opened his eyes and looked up at the man fervently fucking him, Professor Garry Meyer.

The old man was looking right back at him as he plowed his ass. His fat, ugly face was contorted from both the exertion and ecstasy of the fuck. It was a disgusting sight to behold, and filled Brad with shame. There was only one thing he could think to do at that moment.

Brad smiled, opened his mouth, and stuck his tongue out. Garry knew this was an invitation for him, one he gladly accepted. He lowered his face as close to Brad's as he could, which wasn't very close due to his huge gut getting in the way, gathered up the saliva in his mouth and promptly spat the huge glob straight into the boy's mouth.

The hot stud played with the thick wad of spit, showing it off to Garry like a prize, before swallowing it all.  The fat man's face lit up with joy and lust. Brad wanted to grab his face and pull him in for a kiss so badly, but the man's belly was too fucking big.  He desperately needed to taste Garry in his mouth though, so he opened it again, allowing the fatty to spit it in again.

Brad wasn't satisfied though, and left his mouth open, signaling Garry to keep spitting. The sensation of the viscous saliva filling his mouth, and the nasty taste of it as he swallowed, caused his dick to start leaking precum.

At that moment, Brad's phone started vibrating on the pile of his clothes on the floor. Garry looked over to see who it was.

"It's Dan. Your coach must be looking for you. Is he strict with punctuality?" Garry asked.

"Yeah, he is. Especially with me because I'm the team captain. He'll be livid that I'm so late without having given any notice. I'm probably get tortured with an insane amount of extra drills," Brad answered.

"Should I stop fucking you then? So you can go to your training already."

"NO! Please don't stop daddy."

"Why not? You're gonna get in trouble."

"It's fine. I can handle it. Just please don't stop fucking me."

"How late are you willing to be? What if you end up missing your training?

"It doesn't matter. I'll deal with it. I'll stay here as long as it takes."

"Oh? As long as it takes for what? Tell me what you want, boy."

"I....as long as it takes for you to cum in me..." Brad said, the embarrassment evident in his voice.

"So you're willing to suffer the consequences of skipping out on your training unannounced, just so you can get fucked by a wildly obese old man and take his cum up your ass? That's pretty fucked up, boy. Tell me why you're going through all this trouble," said Garry.

The young stud's face suddenly turned as red as a tomato. He couldn't answer.

"If you don't tell me, I'm gonna have to stop," the fat man said.

"No! Please don't stop," begged Brad.

"Answer my question then," replied Garry.

"Because it feels so good to get fucked by you," said Brad.

"We both know that's not the truth. Not the full truth anyway. Oh well, I gave you a chance," Garry said as he stopped thrusting and began to pull out.

"NO! Wait, please don't. I...Okay, fine," the boy began in a hushed voice, his face now even more red than before.

"I get so turned on being used by disgusting men. It feels so degrading to get fucked by someone so repulsive. Having your cock and cum inside me makes me feel so dirty and ashamed of myself, and that drives me crazy horny," the hot stud admitted, his gaze focused on the plant sitting by the side of the room, unable to look Garry in the eye.

He had already admitted this to Garry before, but it felt as embarrassing and shameful saying now as it did the 1st time. It was, however, the truth. Brad got off on getting used by the fat old men he hooked up with because it makes him feel dirty, which in turn made him feel good and horny. The real kicker is, his face and body were immaculate. Everyone who would come across him assumed he might be some celebrity. That would be selling the young stud short though, because he was more handsome and hotter than any celebrity or model the world had ever seen. That he looked so good and let those disgusting men use him only made it even more fucked up, which really drove him crazy with lust.

The older man grabbed Brad's face and pointed it towards his own so that they were making direct eye contact.

"Good boy. I think you deserve a prize for being so honest," Garry said in a Sinister voice, as he covered Brad's mouth his his hand and then immediately began thrusting his cock all the way in and out of the smooth, tight hole of the youth.

Garry was now fucking Brad with the same vigor as in their first encounter, and this drove the sexy boy nuts. If it were not for Garry's gigantic hand muffling Brad's moans, the entire building would have heard his cries of pleasure.

It wasn't long before Brad started cumming without either of them so much as touching his dick.  That he once again got the hot stud to cum hands free pushed Garry to his own orgasm, and he began filling up the boy's insides, barely able to contain his own screams.

"Holy shit daddy, that was so good," Brad said after Garry had pulled out and they both started getting dressed. He cleaned up quickly and head for the door as he was already running really late for training.

Before Brad shut the door behind him, he turned to Garry and asked, "Can I drop by tonight?"

"No can do. I am seeing some relatives that are in town for the week. But damn, it really turns me on how insatiable you are, you dirty little slut," Garry replied as he slapped Brad's ass, almost causing the young stud to release the pool of cum sitting in his guts.

"Okay then. See ya," the boy said, as he hurried to his training.

Garry having his own, large office in a secluded area in one of the older buildings on campus was extremely convenient for them both. The university administration made it seem like a privilege for him to have that office, but the truth was that the other faculty members found the way he looks really off-putting and bothersome because of how insanely obese and ugly he was, so they stuffed him far away, out of sight. The whale of a man used to resent them for this, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

It had been almost 2 weeks since their first encounter, and they had been fucking nonstop ever since. During the day, they would find common free time and Brad would sneak off to Garry's office for a quickie, just as he did a few minutes ago. Then at night, after hitting the gym, Brad would head over to Garry's place which was only a block away,  to get properly fucked.

It was still a mystery to Brad, and to even Garry himself, how the fat man managed to fuck Brad with the strength and stamina of an Olympic athlete in his physical prime despite being in his late fifties and absurdly, dangerously obese.

Every basic task was demanding for Garry because of his size. Walking short distances would get him winded. Getting up from being seated required effort. Getting out of bed was a monumental task which required him to roll more often than not. Yet somehow, he could plow Brad with extreme force for literal hours without slowing down or dropping the intensity.

It was honestly something so spectacular that doctors or scientists would probably conduct studies on it. But Brad didn't need to know how or why Garry was able to fuck him that way, as long as he was able to.

Brad was so late for training already, and the pool was quite far from Garry's office, but he couldn't quite sprint for fear of the Garry's cum spilling out of his hole, so the best he could do was a brisk walk.

When he finally got the pool, he went straight to the showers to get cleaned up and expel his daddy's seed so he could get in the water. However, before he could even set down his things, he heard his coach shouting his name from his office. so he head over.

"I'm sorry coach. I feel asleep in the library trying to study for my calculus exam later this week. I didn't mean to dip without leaving word. I'll do whatever extra drills you want," Brad said sincerely, as he really did love being captain of the swim team and took it very seriously.

"Well, normally I'd kick your ass with drills for pulling off something like this, but the Dean gave me a call earlier. He needs to talk to you about your potential scholarship for next year, so you need to drop by his office tomorrow afternoon. He also said to extend his congratulations to you for your stellar performance. He was in the crowd during the last competition. Because of that, I'm going to let it slide this time. But make sure it doesn't happen again.

"Ah shit. Do you know if it's good or bad news for my scholarship?" asked Brad.

"No idea, sorry."

"Alright. Well thanks coach, and thanks for giving me a pass this time. It won't happen again," said Brad as he rushed off to the shower.

The stud was a bit worried that the dean wanted to see him in person regarding his scholarship. He had no idea if that was standard practice or not. Brad didn't actually need the scholarship as his family was well off and his parents paid for his tuition, but it would greatly boost his resume, and money saved is money saved.

Later that night, Brad sat in his apartment going through the topics of his upcoming calculus exam. He lied to his coach about falling asleep in the library studying, but he really did have an exam that he needed to study for.

It just dawned on Brad that this was the first night since he met Garry that he was not over at the older man's place getting fucked. He had dropped by after hitting the gym every night, and would get fucked until well past midnight each time. This distracted him from the fact that Chuck had to postpone their sauna escapade, so he was happy about that, but it also meant that he had little to no time at all for his academics, which he was now very far behind on. He was actually grateful for this opportunity to finally catch up.

The next day, during a morning class, Brad sent Garry a text.

"I have to go speak with the Dean at 3:30pm later. Can I drop by at 3:00pm for a snack?"

"Make it 3:10. I have a quick work call at 3 but it shouldn't be more than a few minutes," replied Garry.

At a little past 3, Brad discreetly made his way to Garry's office. He knocked on the door at 3:10 and was ushered in by the big man.

"So what snack will you be having today, son?" Garry asked.

"Chef's choice," Brad answered with a grin.

Brad had been dropping by Garry's office for quick fuck sessions. However, on occasions where they hard a particularly short amount of time,  instead of getting fucked, Brad would get a "snack". This snack was one of either suckling on Garry's tits, worshipping Garry's belly and fat rolls with his tongue and mouth, or eating his ass.

Garry dropped his pants and knelt down on the couch. Today's snack would be his ass.

The young hunk got on his knees immediately and spread Garry's fat ass cheeks apart. He placed his tongue on the base of the man's crack then slowly licked all the way up. He repeated these slow licking motions with strong pressure, then started kissing around and on the hole. He switched back and forth between slow licks and wet kisses, before eventually picking up the pace,  flicking his tongue faster and faster. He was now working that hole like a dog licking  ice cream.

Before long, he buried his face between Garry's ass cheeks as best he could, reveling in the fat ass cheeks squishing his face, then stuck his tongue inside the man's hole.  He darted his tongue in and out of the hole, slithering it round and round, swiping as much of the insides as he could. He was eating Garry's ass like a starving lion, even moaning directly into his hole, the vibrations of which made the fat man shiver. As sweaty and musky as Garry's ass was, it was always extremely clean, both inside and out, which Brad appreciated.

As Brad feasted on Garry's ass, he reached for the man's fat 8-inch dick and began stroking it.  The young stud got so engrossed in eating his fat daddy's sweaty, hairy ass that he didn't realize his meeting with the dean would begin any minute now. Luckily, the hefty fella began to tense up, which told Brad that he was about to blow. He parted from the tasty cake and dove beneath his crotch, managing to get the dick in his mouth a split second before it erupted. He continued to stroke Garry's dick throughout his orgasm, milking every last drop from the gorgeous piece of meat into his mouth, savoring the disgusting taste.

As always, Brad didn't swallow immediately. He waited for Garry to, ever so slowly, turn around and face him, so he could show off the cum in his mouth. Garry stuck out his middle and index finger, which Brad started sucking with his mouth still full of cum. Garry swirled his fingers in the cum for a few seconds before making Brad swallow it all, which he did in one big gulp.

With that, Brad was off to the Dean's office, making a quick pitstop at the bathroom to wash his face and gargle with mouthwash. He couldn't exactly walk into the dean's office with the smell of cum all over his face and breath.

"Have a seat Mr. Parker," said Dean Willis.

"Thanks. You said you wanted to see me about my scholarship for next year?" Brad said.

"That's right. I have some good news for you. The scholarship will be granted to you next year if you are able to meet a few requirements," Willis replied.

"That's awesome! Thanks so much Dean Willis! What do I have to do to secure it?"

"You just have to maintain your current GPA. I also noticed your record indicates that you didn't join your team during the two outreach programs they participated in this year, so you will have to accomplish this as well."

"Oh, about that. I had every intention of joining, but coach said that I didn't need to, and that my duties as team captain would suffice," the youth answered.

"For maintaining your spot on the team, yes. However, for a scholarship, fulfilling the outreach requirement is a must. My assistant Sara can help with that on your way out," the dead said.

"Alright dean Willis, I'll make sure to get on that right away. Thank you again," Brad said as he head out of the dean's office and spoke to his assistant.

"Hi Sara, I'm Brad. Dean Willis said that you might be able to help me with joining an outreach program?"

"Hi Brad. Yes, I can help with you that. Here is a list of the outreach programs that are still running and that you can join at this time. You just need to pick which one you'd like to join and I will make the all the necessary arrangements for you," said Sara.

"Hmm...I don't really know what to choose. I'm actually falling behind with my studies right now, you know, with all the swim training. Is there any chance you can help me find one that would mesh well with my duties and schedule as the swim team captain?" Brad said, flashing that killer smile.

His attempt at charming her succeeded, of course. Rare were the times that Brad was not able to sweep someone off their feet with his natural charms and unnaturally good looks.

"Well, okay, here's the inside scoop! From the feedback I've heard from students that have participated in these programs, the nursing home was the easiest gig. You basically just hang out with an elderly person assigned to you for a few hours a couple of days each week. All you do is chat, play cards or board games, go for walks, you know, stuff like that. You basically just keep the person company and keep them entertained," Sara explained.

"That sounds perfect. I'd really appreciate it if you could assist me with getting into that program."

"Not a problem. Once everything is ironed out, I'll send an e-mail with all the details to the account registered on your file."

"Awesome! Thanks again, Sara," Brad said with a wink that made Sara's heart skip a beat, as he made his way out.

Saturday morning came, and it was going to be his first day at the nursing home. Brad decided to hit the gym before heading to the home because he had plans with his friends later that night and wouldn't be able to go then. The gym was unusually light for a Saturday so Brad's workout ended earlier than he expected, and he had some time before he needed to be at the nursing home. He decided to shoot Garry a text.

"Hey daddy, any chance you're home? Just finished at the gym and I'm dying for a snack."

"Just got in, actually, so that's perfect timing. Come on over," replied Garry.

Brad washed up in the gym shower and then head over to Garry's place a block over.

"Damn boy, you really hit the gym hard don't you? You muscles are always bulging like crazy when you come here after working out," said Garry in awe of the young hunk's muscles that were barely contained by the plain white t-shirt he was wearing. "No wonder you need a snack. What'll it be today?"

"I wanna feast on your big fat titties," answered Brad with lustful eyes.

Garry took off his shirt and sat himself down on the couch. Brad came close, grabbed the older man's gigantic, saggy manboob and started suckling on it like a baby breastfeeding.

The whale of a man started leaking precum as the young stud made all kinds of noises as he devoured his tit. Out of the various "snacks," this was Garry's favorite because he could look at Brad's face as it happened, unlike when he eats his ass or worships his belly. When Brad suckles on his tits, he can see the pure bliss and lust in the boy's face as he feasted. It drove Garry wild knowing that someone as repulsive as him had someone as breathtakingly attractive as Brad desperate and willing to worship and be used by him.

While Garry could last for hours without cumming whenever he and Brad had proper fuck sessions, he by no means had erectile dysfunction and could cum within a shorter amount of time as well if he wanted to, which was usually the case for the boy's snack sessions.

Garry undid his pants and began stroking his dick. Within a few minutes, he announced he was cumming, and began exploding as Brad continued to suckle on his tits.

Despite his attention being fully directed at suckling on Garry, Brad managed to catch the man's load in his hands. The stud took it and started spreading it all over the Garry's tits.

"Yeah son, now you can drink daddy's milk," teased Garry, and drink it the boy did. He started lapping the cum off of Garry's salami-sized areolas, before properly latching on with his mouth and sucking them off fully, until there wasn't a speck of seed left.

"Mmmm," said Brad as he licked his lips. "Thanks for feeding me your milk, daddy."

"Did you like daddy's milk?" asked Garry.

"Yeah. It tastes so fucking good. Although, I do have some time left before I have to go. Can I please have another snack?"

"Oh, you hungry little slut. Go for it," Garry replied.

Brad wasted no time. His hands grabbed hold of Garry's belly and he shoved his face right smack in the center of it. He opened his mouth wide and started kissing the blubber that surrounded Garry's navel. Every kiss on Garry's gut made Brad hornier, and the hornier he got, the sloppier his kisses became. He kept getting hornier, and his kisses sloppier, to the point that his mouth couldn't keep up and he had to resort to licking, which he did in earnest.

"That's right, son. Clean daddy real good," Garry said to Brad, and clean him up he did.

Brad moved from Garry's navel to his fat folds. He slipped his tongue in between the rolls of fat and began swiping his tongue across it. The boy didn't just move his tongue, he swung his entire head left and right, making sure his tongue slathered every nook and cranny of an area, before moving on to the next.