Chapter Three:
Warm air on the back of my neck gently awoke me. Slowly and groggily, I realized that there was a heavy weight on my side and a very powerful source of warmth on my back. As I roused, I realized the weight was Connor's arm. The air was his rhythmic breathing, and the source of warmth was his athletic, muscular body, pressed up behind me. I could feel a soft lump against my bare ass. Conor's amazing cock was pressed into my back. Smiling, I snuggled backward into his embrace, spooned by my big bad frat boy.
The light was just starting to filter through the curtains. It had to be pretty early, maybe around 6 am. I had plenty of time before class, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Connor wrapped around me.
He had taken me by the hand on the front path of the frat and walked me straight to his upstairs bedroom. Once inside, he shut the door, turned, grabbed me and kissed me hard. I melted into his arms and returned the kiss, tangling our tongues.
"I still don't understand, Connor," I said. "Why me? I get it, you saw me, you wanted to meet me, but..."
"Shhhh," he said, running his hands along my back. "Can't you just accept that I like you, and I really want to be with you?"
I was stunned but had little time to think about it before he pulled me in for another kiss. Connor pressed against me. He was already hard, but it's ok, so was I.
"You could have any guy you want," I murmured.
"Yeah," he said, sliding his hand down to my crotch, and squeezing my painfully-erect cock. "I can." And then he leaned in and kissed me again. I slid my hand from his waist to his groin and felt his thick, semi-hard tool tenting his sweats. The bulge was almost obscene.
"You must have been terrified to get a hard-on in public," I joked. Connor laughed. "Sometimes, yeah, it was a little embarrassing. On the other hand, it also got me a lot of offers." We laughed as I gently stroked his shaft.
Connor must have seen a change in my face, a smirk or some sort of pensive look. "What?" he asked. "What are you thinking?" I smiled at him mischievously, and suddenly decided what I wanted to do.
I kissed him once, my hand still on his cock. Then I slowly sank to my knees in front of him.
"Ohhhhhh, shit," he whispered. "You sure?"
"Totally," I replied. "You don't object, do you?"
"Fuck, no. Go for it."
"Um..." I hesitated.
"I know, first time, might have to give you some pointers?" he said with a smile.
"Yeah," I replied.
"No problem. We'll take it one step at a time."
I reached up and grabbed the waistband of his sweats, and very slowly started to lower them. As I reached his crotch, his thick bush came into view. Then the base of his shaft. I drew his pants down until his cock sprung free, nearly hitting me in the face. I tucked the waist band under his balls and gently wrapped my hand around his half-hard shaft. I stroked it tentatively, feeling the weight and heat of it. Connor's cock was enormous; my hand looked ridiculously small on the curving rod.
I looked up at his face, towering above me. His balls and his long shaft rose up in front of me out of his curly, thick, dark bush. From this angle, it was a massive shaft of sexual power. It was also a good five to six inches above me, and I wasn't quite sure how to close the gap.
Connor instantly realized the problem. "Hold on, buddy." He reached for my arm and started to pull me to my feet. "Much as I appreciate the symbolism of you kneeling to worship my dick, let's make it easier." He sat me on the bed and stepped between my knees. I was eye-level with his navel and his cock was directly in front of me. Much better.
"Easier on your knees, too. Ok, first of all, get closer," he said, stepping close. I leaned in. "All the way, man..." I moved up again, my nose practically in his crotch. "Take a smell..." I inhaled. I could smell sweat, soap, cum, sex. It was heady and I felt my own cock twitch.
"Yeah..." he grinned. "Lick my balls."
I tentatively stuck my tongue out and touched them to his scrotum. It was odd, but ok. I started to give them more attention.
"That's good, now move up. Lick the shaft."
I took his cock in my hand and started to run my tongue higher, sliding from his balls up the shaft. It was clumsy at first, but as I started to get more into a pattern, he seemed to like it. I worked my way up to the top, tonguing the ridge behind his cock head.
A flash of perplexed skepticism crossed his face; he was waiting to see if I would actually go through with it. For a moment I wasn't sure I could.
"Go ahead, Scott. Put it in your mouth," he whispered gently. He smirked evilly and there was a sharper edge in his voice: "suck my big cock."
I wrapped one hand around the shaft, another under his balls, and angled the shaft toward my mouth, I spread my lips and moved down. My lips bumped his head and I realized I was going to have to open wider. I did, and put the tip of his penis in my mouth. Being careful to watch where my teeth went, I tried to stroke the knob with my tongue and create some suction and pressure on the shaft.
