Back in my room I say perched on the edge of my chair, conflicted between wanting to keep the butt plug from moving in my ass and wishing that I could ride it like Mike's cock. I sat for nearly an three hours, typing on my computer and attempting to ignore my throbbing cock pressing against the fabric of the briefs Mike had given me, before my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a message from him.
It said Stevenson 250. 10 Minutes. I looked at it for a long time, he wanted me to go to a classroom, why? But not wanting to disappoint him or miss out on a chance to feel his beautiful cock in my ass again I put on my shoes and grabbed my stuff, running out of my room hurrying down the stairs and across the quad to Stevenson Hall. I completely forgot about the massive plug crammed up my once virgin ass in my excitement about seeing him. For a moment I marveled at the transformation I had undergone in the past few hours, from timid seemingly straight guy to cock hungry homo.
Stevenson was deserted because it was nearly eight o'clock when I walked in the front door. I walked up the stairs to the second floor looking around for 250. When if found it the room was dark and the door shut, I opened it walking in nervously. Was he going to fuck me here in this classroom? I flicked on the lights and perched, very carefully, on the edge of a desk. Slowly the minutes ticked by as I waited for him staring around the bare classroom.
Suddenly the door banged open and Mike stood there wearing a black wife beater which clung tightly to his muscles, the hair on his chest curling over the top of the neck line, and a pair of gym shorts which hung low on his hips. His face was hard, and his eyes filled with lust.
He closed and locked the door as he walked towards me, a bulge forming in his shorts. "Still got my cum in you pussy, slut boy?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good boy." Then he did something that I didn't expect, he drew me into a hard and wet kiss his tongue probing deep into my mouth. I was so surprised that for a moment I did nothing, not knowing how to react as his beard scraped against my face, then slowly I began to return his interest thrusting my own tongue into his mouth.
Then just as suddenly as it had started he pulled away from my mouth standing up straight again and forcing my head into his armpit. "Lick my pit boy." The smell of his pits was intoxicating, it smelled like pure man as though he hadn't showered after any of our escapades. Timidly I slipped my tongue from my mouth and began to twist my tongue through his pit hair, tasting the sweet sweat that clung there. "Clean it up good boy." After a few moments he pushed my face into the other one and I began to lick again.
It was strange, he could make me do anything. If he asked me I would do anything.
