A Study Break

It was the start of exams during that first semester of my second year. It was December and Winter had come to the university town, along with stress and the sense of panic throughout campus. I walked out of my residence and across the street to a coffee spot late one night to wake myself up so I could keep studying. My floor was quiet, and I needed something to keep me awake.

It had been a couple weeks since I had messed around with anyone. I was avoiding my former Professor and was doing my best to stay away from past guys, like the slew of university football players and my friends’ fathers and brothers, although the draw was always there. They were too straight and too closeted to admit how much they wanted me. And after my weekend away a few weeks ago with my friend Sandra, I was doing my best to try to keep away from any guys before I hurt anyone: especially Sandra. If she found out just how much her father wanted me….

At 20, thanks to a consistent workout plan taught to me by my former floor mate Sean and the conceited Aaron, the ginger hunk I met at the gym, I was managing to catch glimpses from girls everywhere I went.

Still, at 5’8 and a solid 170 pounds, my shoulders were wide, my waist a trim 30”, and my bubble butt was getting attention. I noticed many guys checking me out. It gave me a little boost of confidence knowing their secret gazes, and if only they knew I was into them too. Truth be told, my blue-green eyes were always searching for the next man to catch my attention.

The coffee place wasn’t too busy as it neared its 11 o’clock pm closing. A few people here and there, mostly other students. I noticed an older man in the corner, but nothing that caught my attention. I got to the front and placed my order, hearing the door open and a blast of cold air wave through. As I paid and stepped to the side, I bumped into the person that had entered behind me. More like ‘bounced off of’ the very large man in uniform.

“I’m so sorry!” I quickly said, looking up at the solid brick wall dressed in black. He had a clean-shaven face with a square jaw, his coat up around his thick looking neck and a dark black tuque down to his eyes which made him rather tough looking. But his face quickly softened as he looked down at me. A good half a foot taller and by the solid stance easily 60 or 70 pounds on me. He looked familiar, like I had seen him before.

“Nah, it was all me.” A large, gloved hand had quickly grabbed my arm to steady me, holding me by my bicep. His grasp was strong, matching the man before me. He gave me a quick smile. “I got too close.” He had blue eyes that looked down at me, his smile tilting to one side as he left his hand on my arm. He had a very straight nose, strong looking and pronounced, with a chiseled looking face, his cheeks suddenly hardening as if he was biting something. His thumb and fingers dug into me through my winter coat, feeling the solid shape of my own bicep, before he lightened his grip and patted me. “By the feel of those arms I should be apologizing to you.” He winked and stepped around me to order.

I put my hands in my pockets, taking in the size of his back in his black winter bomber jacket that stopped at his very round bubbled ass in his black pants. He had big black boots on that completed the picture of this very massive looking guy. His deep voice ordered a coffee, black, large, as I read the word “SECURITY” across the back of his coat. My mouth was hanging open as I watched his large fingers digging into his pocket to produce money, the way his jawline worked as he smiled at the server, and the way his eyes widened as he turned and caught me staring.

He took a step in the same direction I was standing, glancing around the small café and copied my stance, putting his hands in his pockets, holding my stare.

“Student?” he simply asked.

I nodded, feeling my neck straining as I looked up, picturing myself climbing him. He was just as tall and big it seemed as Professor Tom, but dark, a complete contrast to the Nordic blonde professor that I had previously climbed so many times before. He looked tanned for the winter, his frowning features under his hat making him look almost scary. I studied his nose again, how long and straight it was and how it fit his features perfectly, his cheeks narrow, his chin firm, and his eyes staring at me.

“Yeah. Second year.”

He smiled then and pointed at me. “The hypnotist, right?”

I froze. Flashback to frosh week that past September and a hypnotist came to the university. I was one of the ones that got up on stage and was under his spell. Apparently, I did a great Scotty from Star Trek impersonation, asking Captain Kirk to “beam us aboard” whenever the hypnotist said the word ‘logical.’ I’d run up to the center of the stage, using my wallet as a flip phone and immediately began to speak in a Scottish accent, requesting our crew be beamed up immediately. It was one of many things I did on stage that the hypnotist coerced a group of us to do on command. It proved worthwhile, as I had a fellow contestant follow me back to my dorm room that evening and fuck me silly. I suddenly wondered about that guy, another jock like me, who had made himself look goofy like me on stage, who when given the phrase that we were all suddenly naked, spread his legs wide and glared over at me. It didn’t take much afterwards to encourage him to follow me back to my room.

I blushed a bit, feeling my cheeks go red. “You saw me on stage?”

He took his hands out of his pocket and folded his arms across what looked like a big chest. I could see his waistline, thick but no obvious gut. This guy was fit.  His face turned into a beaming smile, his lips spreading open to reveal perfectly straight white teeth. “I was doing Security that night in the hall. You were pretty funny, Scottish accent and all. I remember you.”

He kept smiling at me, staring at me a little too long and I thought he was going to say something more. But he didn’t. I could feel my heart pounding as this giant stood beside me, holding my gaze.

“Yeah. I get that a lot actually. Must have made quite the impression up there.”

He gave a little laugh. “That you did.” Again, he went to say something more, but instead just closed his mouth and looked around the small café. He stayed right beside me, arms still folded across his chest. I tried my hardest not to stare at his ass as he stood beside me, facing forward.

“Studying?” He said again, turning to me, looking down, eyebrows raised in a question.

I turned a bit to him, hands hiding the growing feelings inside me as this behemoth stood next to me, dwarfing me.

“Yeah. But I needed a break.”

He gave a little “mmm” and turned sideways to me, unzipping his coat to show me the hint of two bulging pecs underneath a black buttoned-down shirt and leaned down to me to talk. “You think coffee will help?”

I shrugged. “Only option I got.” I said with a nervous laugh, catching his gaze. I tried to remember where I had seen him before as I didn’t remember him the night of the hypnotist. But he seemed familiar, as if I had seen his burly figure around campus.

I heard another “mmm” escape his throat and he took in a deep breath and stood up even taller, his chest puffing out for me as he let his arms uncross and stretched them beside him. I wished he wasn’t wearing a coat or a hat or even gloves so I could see more, but I noted the flatness of his stomach under the bulge of his chest, his black shirt tucked into his black pants, a black belt with a silver buckle around his waist. The broadness of his back and the thickness of his neck were telling me enough. This was one built guy, and suddenly my thoughts about a break weren’t on coffee.

“There’s always other options.” He gave me a big smile as if my thoughts were in a little bubble over my head. “Especially when you bump right into them.”

My coffee was placed in front of us, and I could hear my own heart beating in the silence that hit me as I stared at it. This giant man was flirting with me. He had that look that Tom gave me, that look that Stefan had when he spotted me on campus, that look that Mac had when he followed me to my dorm room. I looked up at him and couldn’t stop the grin. “Oh yeah?”

He dug his gloved hands back into his pocket and sort of shifted in his stance, his feet spreading out a bit more, his ass suddenly rounder. His large coffee was placed on the counter but before he moved to it, he leaned over me again, his voice a bit lower as he said quietly, “I’d offer to pay for your coffee, but since you already did, maybe I could treat you to something else?”

I held the hot cup in my hands, looking up at his face and the way he was looking at me. His eyes were squinty, and I could see his hands wiggling in his pockets. There was a noticeable bulge that he was now trying to hide. My eyes glanced back up at his blue ones, and we locked stares.

“You hungry? I hear most second-year students are.” He added quietly, reaching over to take his cup in his large black gloved hand.

“Always.” I whispered letting my crooked smile out.

He grunted out another “mmm” and raised his coffee in a salute to me. “Good. Then follow me.”

He quickly strode out in front of me, my eyes following the word SECURITY across his back before drifting down over the impressive, bubbled glutes I trailed behind. He didn’t wait for me but walked quickly back out of the coffee place and moved towards the crosswalk.

He looked suddenly nervous, but he was now looking at me up and down, letting his eyes wander around as we waited for the light to change. He looked to be in his 40s, the kind of big man that probably had a wife and kids, but I couldn’t see his bare hands for a ring on his finger. He looked like a cop, the security uniform perhaps a night gig, as this was one true beast of a man, striding out of the café with confidence, knowing that he was a force to be reckoned with. I suddenly realized what a uniform on a man was doing to me. He took a sip from his coffee, the steam surrounding his handsome face and glanced down at me.

“You live on campus.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. His eyes were still travelling up and down my body, as if he was mentally undressing me, pausing on certain spots he wanted to explore more.

I nodded again, even though it wasn’t phrased like a question. Like he already knew.

“I’m heading to the Arts building. The museum. Doing the night shift there. Relieving the guy at 11.”

I passed by that building a lot for one of my classes. I thought about where the museum was in the building, and suddenly remembered the little glass enclosure off to the side of it near the back. It wasn’t too far from where we now stood. “Cool.” I said, filling in the pause.

He smirked at me. “You know where it is?”

I nodded. “I do. I go by it a lot.”

“I know.” He said, smirking down at me.

I heard his words and sort of frowned up at him. He knew?

“Want a tour?” His smirk grew as the light changed and he started across the street with me following quickly beside him. “Could show you a few things. Maybe feed you something.” He glanced sideways over at me, easing into the idea more and more.

I felt my body shaking as I tried to imagine him without his puffy coat and winter hat, and all those black uniform pieces. I checked again to see if his gloves were still on his hand as if I’d be able to see if there was a ring on his left hand as we marched in step, my two steps matching his one longer stride. After the weekend at Sandra’s, I wasn’t sure if I could let myself fall for another married man.

“Might help to take your mind off studying. If you’re interested.” He looked forward as he headed in the direction of the museum, which was the opposite side from where my residence was. But I kept walking with him.

“I’m interested.” I said bluntly, looking up from his ass working under his pants up to this perfect looking ears.

He looked down and over at me and squinted his eyes at me. “Good.” He took a sip of coffee and let out a smack of satisfaction. “Cause I definitely am.”

He walked with determination, and I was almost out of breath just keeping up with the big man, unable to taste my coffee until the view of the building came into sight. He pointed to the left side and stopped in front. “Go around to the left and there’s a big black door beside a garage. I’ll come let you in there.” He took a sip again, eyeing me, letting his eyes roam around my face. “You’re not going to run away now, are you? You’re sure you’re hungry?”

I faced him squarely, my wide shoulders feeling suddenly smaller next to his body. I noticed him pulling at his crotch, adjusting his bulge, the blood seeping down just as it was doing in my body. “Oh, I’m sure big guy.”

Another “mmm” emerged with a smile as he stared down at me. “Yeah? You like big guys?”

I could feel my heart racing. “You have no idea.” I stared up at him, feeling his eyes boring into me. He licked his lips slightly, this thick looking tongue emerging for just a few seconds before his eyes roamed downward.

“Well, good. Cause I like smaller built guys.” He whispered. “And ever since I saw you up on that stage…” He drifted off, letting his eyes roam down my body. He turned his head sideways and took a sip of coffee before smiling back up at me. “Fuck.” He said with a sort of growl. “I’ve been waiting for this. You’re in for it, kid.” He winked at me and pointed again to the side. “Go. I’ll be there in a few minutes once the coast is clear. Wait for me.”

He strode off towards the other side leaving me momentarily stunned into place. He’s been waiting for this? His words made me hesitate, thinking that he’s been watching me, maybe even following me. Was it a coincidence that he happened upon me at the café? I watched him moving like a lumberjack, big man striding easily along the path, his big round ass still distinctive as he walked away from me. This was one sexy beast of a man.

I moved in the direction he pointed, rounding the corner of the building into the loading type area. I spotted the black door beside the large container and moved to the side stairs with my coffee keeping me warm. My body had calmed and stopped shaking, despite the cold, and I listened to every noise from within the dark building.

After what seemed like forever, the side door opened noisily and there he was, outer coat off, his tuque off revealing a crew cut style dark head of hair, the black buttoned down uniform top on with sleeves rolled up over his massive forearms now apparent as one large muscular arm held open the door.

Big man indeed, I thought to myself as his eyes found me. “C’mon in.” he said with a wolfy grin.

I didn’t hesitate despite my inner voice telling me to be careful about this potential stalker. Oh, the things our brains let us do when the blood flows elsewhere.

As I walked by his outstretched arm, I heard him give a low grunt at me. I got a whiff of him, his scent mixed with a light cologne that left my mouth watering. I couldn’t help but look at the light dusting of dark hair on his forearm, or the way his veins traced up what was an obvious worked-out large bicep hidden underneath his uniformed shirt. Or the fact that there was no ring on his large mitt of a hand.

The door shut loudly behind me, and it was darker than I expected. I froze in my spot as my eyes adjusted to the sudden dim area when his two large hands found my shoulders and moved me forward, into the side wall gently and his body blocked my escape.

I wasn’t scared, but rather turned on at the size difference, pinned with my back to the wall and my front now feeling his enormous body pressing into me.

“I have thought about fucking you since I saw you on that stage.” He said quietly down at me, moving his crotch into my stomach. He was easily half a foot taller, but he seemed twice my size. “You’re so fuckin’ cute.” His hands moved down my arms, feeling me through my coat before he unzipped it and yanked it off me and tossed it to the side, his hands returning to my sweater covered shoulders. “Mmm. Just as I thought. Solid little muscle boy.”

My hands went to his chest, and he immediately flexed his pecs for me underneath his shirt. As I guessed, two massive pieces of muscle. “Wow.” I breathed out, remembering the size of Professor Tom’s smooth chest, and thinking this man’s was bigger.

“You like big guys huh?”

I nodded, staring at his chest in front of me, wanting to rip his shirt off to feel his skin. He let go of me and pushed his waist into me as he untucked his shirt quickly and started to undo the buttons from the top down, opening it wide to reveal a perfect set of pecs with a light dusting of hair spread over them. My hands went right back to them, the feel of his naked flesh under a soft coating of fur making me moan a bit.

“Yeah? Like the feel of a big man?” He growled at me as his hands slid around to my back and pulled me even closer into his body. I could feel his erection already digging into my lower abs as his hands found my ass. “Better than that young stud that followed you home after the show.”

I looked up at him as he started to gyrate against me. He knew about that guy from the hypnotist?

“I followed you too. Would have taken you both on but it was you I wanted to bend over and drill.” He reached under my sweater and pulled up my t-shirt underneath to feel my skin, his thick fingers making me squirm as he touched me. I let out another groan and let my hands slide down his flat stomach and reach around to his big beefy ass.

“I would have preferred a man like you.” I whispered out. He was still moving his body against me, as if he was fucking me right there against the wall, his movements so seductive and smooth despite his size. He was turning me on so much and we were still fully clothed.

“Yeah? You have no idea what I want to do to you, you sexy little fucker.” He lifted me up at that point, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, scissoring him as he grinded his hips into me. His cock was definitely hard, and was doing its best to press against me to let me know. His eyes were stuck on mine, his mouth hanging open a bit through his full lips as he talked quietly to me. Our faces came together closer as he hoisted me up and pushed me harder against the wall, holding me effortlessly as I moved my hands up under his shirt, feeling his smooth rippled muscles moving as he pinned me to the wall.

“Yeah?” I copied back with a grin. “What do you want to do to me?”

He let out a small chuckle. “Depends what you can take.” He grinned, his tongue moistening his bottom lip. I looked down at it, the thickness of it, the length as it moved out like a teasing hypnotic animal. I wanted to dive into it, suck it back, kiss him, but instead my eyes moved back up to his blue ones to see if he was into kissing.

Then he bit his lower lip and studied my face, his eyes moving down to my lips before moving back up to mine, almost half closed with desire.

“Let’s just see what happens.” He stopped moving for a moment, and I felt my breath stop. And then, without a signal or a cue, we both moved our faces forward and our mouths connected in a frenzied, hungry kiss. He opened wide, almost swallowing my face, taking me in a sucking way that left me breathless, until we matched rhythms and found the right motions. I heard him moaning, matching my own sounds as we made out like mad, my body climbing higher on him as if ignited. His arms were strong, squeezing me tight as I clung to him, until at last we broke free and moved our heads back.

“Holy fuck, you hot little animal!” He growled before he kissed me again, with even more hunger. My eyes were closed in delight, feeling the eruption of emotions in my body at this massive man who kissed with such ferocity. I didn’t feel him moving until I leaned back expecting the wall to be there and it wasn’t. We were moving, walking, this security guard carrying me like a baby wrapped around him.

I was pulling at his shirt, peeling it down over his shoulders to get a look at the rounded traps that looked like two mountains coming down from his neck. He was solid, massive alright with veins showcasing his efforts down to his bulging biceps.

“Holy fuck!” I groaned as we entered an open space, carrying me over towards a large window as pieces of art whirled by me. It didn’t register to me where we were in this little gallery, all I could do was kiss him, madly as he brought me closer to the window. He set me down on my feet and spun me around quickly, pushing his crotch into my covered ass in a pretend thrust.

“Ugh!” I moaned as he did it again, his big hands wrapping around me, up under my shirt and feeling my pecs, holding me in place.

“Mmmm. I was right. You’re one jacked little muscle boy.” He groaned into my ear. “I think you need to be fed don’t you boy?” He bit at my ear as I felt his erection pressing into me, as if it was going to burst through his pants and rip into mine.

He frog-marched me closer to the window until I was right in front of it and peered out. It was the front display of the museum, as I could see the walkway of the campus in the distance. As I got my bearings, his hands went down my smooth abs and found my button of my jeans and started to undo them quickly, pulling them down as his mouth nibbled at my neck. My cock was hard and fell out as he pushed my underwear and jeans down over my ass.

“Holy fuck!” He mumbled as his hand found my thick cock, wrapping a big fist around it and giving it a squeeze as his mouth momentarily left my neck to peer around. “And a big dick too. Grrr.” He literally growled in my ear and hungrily went back to licking it as he held me in his grasp, digging his hips into me from behind.

He let go of my pole and started to fumble with his belt and open his fly. I matched his frenzy by pushing down my pants further until I felt the touch of his skin on me, his cock hard and heavy, pushing into the crack of my ass. I let out a moan and arched, pushing back into it.

“Yeah, you are a hungry little muscle boy aren’t you?” He groaned again, grabbing my hips and pumping me back and forth over his cock. I put a hand onto the window and looked outside, seeing no one. What a thrill this was to be in this display window with this massive security guard behind me, ready to dive in.

“You gonna fuck me right here big guy?” I turned my head to see his pecs squished together, his face now down looking at my ass, as I tried to get a glimpse of the hardness I was feeling against me.

His head looked up at me, and then a hand grabbed my jaw and turned my face to his and attacked my lips in a big kiss again before he let go and made a show of spitting into his hand and rubbing it on his fully erect cock. I could see it, a good-sized dick, uncut by the look of it, the head of it now showing, wet with his spit. He spit again into his hand and roughly massaged my ass.

“Yeah, I’m going to fuck you right here. Right now.” He grumbled, focused now on getting that big dick into my tiny hole. I arched again, producing my ass for him, and watched over my shoulder as he gripped me tight by the shoulder and aimed his pink headed cock towards me.

I stared at his exposed flesh on his body through his open shirt. He was a Greek god, with a sculpted torso for a man his age. It looked like he spent hours of gym time, along with his natural build. His stomach was flat, his chest two heaving pieces of muscle, light hair covering his pecs and a thick line spread down to his navel. His arms were huge as his shirt hung down to his elbows as I had successfully pulled it down over his enormous biceps. His guns were well defined and pumped beyond even Professor Tom’s. He had the manly physique of a cop alright, and as he pushed his pants down under his nuts, he held his cock at my entrance and pushed his way into me. I let out a groan as he rammed forward and his thick thighs touched the back of my legs.

“Jesus…” I groaned as I felt him penetrate me, the surge of too much cock too quickly coursing through me. I looked down, planting my other hand onto the pane of glass in front of me as he buried himself in me and breathed in deeply as I reached around and pushed my hand against his pant covered thigh to hold him back. A dribble of precum emerged from my dick at the sensation of him inside me, a rare thing for me to do. This man had me, and I was on display in the art museum for all to see if anyone walked by.

I heard a loud moan behind me as his hands moved up under my sweater and tee, pushing it up to get at my skin. He held himself still, bending over me a bit, groaning again near my ear, his thick fingers sliding around to my front, up my abs and over my chest to find my nipples under my shirt.

“You feel that.” He said as his cock twitched in my ass. “That’s my juice leaking out already.”

I felt more of my own leaking out as I saw a drop hit the floor under me. I flexed my own ass as I adjusted and heard him moan louder, his hands moving around my chest, holding me against him.

“Keep squeezing your ass like that and I’m gonna cum.”

I held his leg, feeling his hips on my ass, and wiggled a bit, feeling my body relaxing. “Not so fast. You need to fuck me first big guy.” I said over my shoulder. And as if he was waiting, he did, hard, quick thrusts as his hands moved to my waist and he stood upright. I was staring at his pecs behind me, watching them expand as he raised himself up and began to pound me hard.

A hand went to my head, and he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled me backward, another big arm circling around me to hold me close to his body, his mouth finding my ear again.

“Here’s your first round muscle boy.” He grumbled into me, holding me suddenly tight and thrusting erratically. His voice boomed as he shook, letting a load out into me already, his arms now around me in a bear hug that practically smothered me. My own cock was still leaking cum, with a few droplets being sprayed everywhere as he roared out and came inside me.

He gave one more hard thrust deep into me which made me lean into the glass again, my palms splayed once again on the glass. It was fast and frantic, and I must say I was a little disappointed at the speed of it all.

“That felt good.” I said quickly, not wanting to show my lack of impressiveness at his quick eruption.

“Easy boy. I’m not done with you yet.” He said, again as if he read my thoughts, pulling himself out, leaving me gasping momentarily before a big hand grabbed my arm and pulled me backward, dragging me along behind him out of this large open area.

I looked at his dick, still hard, slick with his spit and cum, pointing out straight from his pants. He had me by the wrist, and was pulling me down to the back of the large room toward a door that had “Security” marked on it. He had pulled up his pants over his ass so he could walk, while I held my own up as I was practically dragged to the door.

He opened it quickly and pulled me in, flicking on a lamp on the desk to the side and let go of me. I turned to see him pulling his shirt the rest of the way off his arms and kicking his boots off, exposing two grey thick wool socks.

“Holy fuck.” I moaned out, seeing his bare upper body displayed in full now for me. The hair on his chest and abs danced perfectly over the rounded muscles, veins popping as he moved, muscles flexing with each tiny shift of his body. He was a work of art himself.

“Take off your clothes.” He ordered, as I was already lifting my sweater and tee in one fell swoop up over my head. I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of my pants as he moved towards me, turning me around away from him again and reaching around me to grab my 8 inches in his big fist. His other arm snaked around my neck and he pulled me backwards against his body.

“Oh fuck….” I moaned out as he stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my body, and he grabbed my cock and started to jerk it hard. I felt his breath on my neck as he lowered his body down to match mine, his hand working my cock quickly. I was pressing backwards on him, my hands on the bare skin of his big thighs behind me, his pants now bunched around his knees as he stood behind me, feeling his still hard cock rubbing against my ass cheeks. I couldn’t believe he was still hard.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum. Then I’ll fuck it out of you.” He growled in my ear.

I let my head rest back against his hard chest, the soft fur on his pec soothing me as my hands went to his bare thighs, feeling the width of them and the muscles on them. The rising sensation of his expert hand job was surging, and I felt my face going numb.

“Fuck big guy I’m getting close.” I moaned up as my head lolled to the side.

He immediately let go of my throbbing cock, making me suddenly look down at it, aching for release. Behind me, he lined up his cock again in between my cheeks and quickly slid it into me fast, forcing me onto the desk in front of me as I gasped out, slamming my hands down on it in surprise. I saw a drop of precum ooze out of me as he sank into me so deep and started to fuck me again like a jackhammer.

“HOLY FUCK!” I yelled out, clutching at the sides of the desk as my body responded. My cock kept oozing clear liquid and I felt that surge again. I was going to shoot. He really was going to fuck the cum out of me.

My mouth hung open as I hung on to the desk as this powerhouse of a man pounded my ass. He was hitting the right spot, and I felt my body begin a series of convulsions as I stared down at my own cock hardening before my eyes.

He gripped my waist tighter, digging his meaty fingers into my skin and kept ramming, not saying a word. It was the sounds I was making that was filling the small office.

“Oh my god!” I panted. “Holy fuck! I’m going to cum!” I kept my eyes open on my dick between my legs bouncing in response as he fucked me hard, wanting to see this eruption for myself as he literally FUCKED the cum out of my cock. The first eruption went straight out of my dick in a solid line of white liquid across the desk, followed by six more spurts as he kept drilling. My ass started to contract and I heard him behind me grunt in surprise.

“Oh yeah kid! Milk my fucking cock with that tight ass!” He growled, slamming into me even harder now, really driving his cock into me, making me grunt along with him.

I felt like a rag doll being used now, banging against this desk as my cum dribbled out, flying sideways as he continued to fill my ass with his own juice again, for the second time. With one final deep thrust, he stopped, still holding me so tight against his groin, and let out a long satisfying grunt, as if he was up on his toes enjoying the final moment.

Then he released his hands and backed out of me, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I was still gasping for breath, still looking at the load I shot all over the desk in front of me, still up on my own toes feeling my ass practically begging for more.

With a sting and a loud thwap, he smacked my ass and I looked over my shoulder at his magnificent body moving behind me. He had stepped out of his pants now, standing completely naked in just his wool socks pacing, prowling in long strides to each side, wiping his forehead with his big hand, puffing out air as his eyes stared at me with that same hunger from before.

“Jesus Christ kid. I could fuck a third load in you if you stay like that.” He panted. I noticed his cock was still fucking hard, standing at full mast, sticking out at a 90 degree angle from his muscular body.

I too was panting, peering over my shoulder at him. I couldn’t move, my ass felt like it was still gaping open from the assault, and my own cock was still throbbing in shock at the way I exploded.

I watched him grab his cock and stop, squeezing it for a moment as he looked at me. He was built like a brick shithouse as they used to say, all muscle, all hairy in the right places, all solid and sexy.

“So, what’s stopping you?” I heard myself say, taking in his wide muscular calves and the way the top of his socks bunched low around his ankle, sticking my ass backwards as I rested my head on the desk and let out a big sigh.

I heard him snort behind me. “Yeah? Think you can take it?”

I looked down at his socks. “Take those off so you’re just as naked as I am first.” I said with a grin, wiggling my ass, which gave me enough of a hint.

He reached down with one hand and peeled each sock off fast, letting a big wide bare foot smack down on the floor before he stepped back up to me with his cock in his hand and lined it up to my ass. Before I could say a word, he jammed it back into me and gripped my body tight, shoving it in me deep.

I let out a loud moan and went up on my toes in surprise. I was teasing, and I thought he was kidding, but he went right back at it, drilling me hard and fast again like a man on fire.

I gripped the edge of the desk again, hearing it being moved with his thrusts into me. It was making a lot of noise, and I suddenly wondered if we were alone. He gave me one hard thrust and then pulled out of me, slapping my ass with both hands.

“Turn over. I want to see your cute face this time.” He ordered, my ass feeling like it was burning. I could feel cum dripping down my leg, and wondered if it was my load or his as I slowly turned around. He came at me fast, grabbing my face in his big hands and leaning down to kiss me, backing me up against the desk, forcing me onto it backwards, my ass resting on it. He knelt down and reached under my legs to lift me up, his shoulders under my legs, pushing them open and aiming his still hard dick into me once again. I stared up at the ceiling as he rammed it back in, pushing one leg up in the air off his body and holding it as he fucked me once again.

I raised my head and stared up at his big hairy body and smiled, taking it, making him smile sexily back at me. “Gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant after all this cum.” He growled at me.

My cock was hard again and I grabbed my own dick and started to jerk it as he fucked me, making him growl even louder. I grabbed both his pecs with my hands and squeezed, feeling the nub of his nipples in my fingers and gave a squeeze.

“Yeah, do that and I’m gonna blow another load in you. You got another load in ya? You like my big cock in you?”

He curled his body down over mine, tossing my leg back onto his shoulder, grabbing the back of my neck to force me into a crunch position to kiss me as he kept up his rough hard fuck. I grabbed his triceps, my fingers desperately trying to hang on to the muscle as he plowed my ass. A sheen of sweat formed on us as we continued to work together, gritting our teeth in between feeding our tongues to one another. This time it was longer, but his body never relented in its continuous hard fast thrusts as I grabbed my own cock and started to jerk it hard.

At last, he let go of my neck and grabbed my shoulders, resting his head on my forehead. “I’m gonna cum again kid.” He announced, focusing on my eyes. “I’m gonna cum again. Holy fuck I’m gonna cum.” He repeated and then let out an even louder grunt, shoving his cock so deep in me that I too shot another load from my jerking cock in my hand. I screamed out to match his sounds, hanging on to him with one hand as his big fingers dug into my shoulders. We didn’t let go of each other until we were both completed and utterly done.

With a loud exhale, he let go of me, rising up, keeping his cock still buried in my ass and wiped the line of sweat from his forehead. Then his hands ran over my glistening body and he slowly, gently, pulled his cock from me and we both sighed in relief.

He grabbed a hand of mine and pulled me off the desk, and he tugged me into his body for a big hug. “Holy fuck. You little stallion. You are a trooper.” He smacked my ass, and then bent down to give me a tender kiss, a quick pec, his eyes studying me. I took a few steps in a circle, testing my ability to walk before I returned to him, going in for a longer, better, deeper kiss as his hands pulled me into his body.

Holy fuck this man felt good, I thought to myself. He wasn’t in any hurry to send me away. Instead, we just stood there, rocking gently with our bodies connected, kissing in between breathing, and steadying ourselves for a moment. Then his hand went to my jock butt and he let a finger slide in between my cheeks, feeling the wet mess he made.

“I can’t believe you came three times.” I panted, feeling his finger gently rubbing my now well used hole.

“Stick around and I’ll fuck a fourth load into you.”

I let out a shocked sound and slapped his big pecs. “I don’t think I can take it.” I took a small step away from him, but seeing him standing there completely naked, our clothes tossed around on the floor of the small office, I considered trying.

He grinned at me, the half smile curling up his face, those blue eyes staring at me. “Well then maybe you should forget studying and just stay here with me till the morning and I’ll see how many different ways I can get you pregnant.”

I felt the desk behind me and I rested my ass on it as I watched him plant his hands on his hips, his cock still thick but hanging down between the v-shape of his groin. He just stood there, on display, as I took in his entire body.

Forget studying indeed. After a fuck like this, what else could I possibly want?