Richie sure had his fun on consecutive days at the adult bookstore. He and Charlie had made over $500 each whoring out Richie’s holes for a very discounted price. Charlie had submitted his photos and videos to a few of his porn industry buddies to see if there would be any interest. Honestly, Richie had forgotten all about that as he readied himself for the next semester of his junior year, but he did quit his department store job thinking even if he “worked” the bookstore 3 or 4 days a month, he’d earn more.
Richie awoke the morning of class determined to focus on his studies and finish that Psychology degree. He scrubbed himself clean in the shower extra hard thinking maybe the whore stink would wash away. Then when he began to shave his face in the mirror and took a good look at himself, he realized there was no washing away the whore-stink. No, Richie loved dick way too much for that. As he brushed his teeth all he kept thinking about was Paul’s daily feeding. He’d soon have his lips wrapped around that cock.
Richie looked the part of the preppy college student that morning. Khaki pants, polo shirt, brown belt, loafers with no socks. He was excited to get to his first class, Sports Psychology, but not before eating breakfast.
”You can’t put lipstick on a pig! Didn’t anyone ever tell you that?”, Ruthie shouted at him from her front door. “I know what you are! A fucking cocksucker! Fucking faggot!”Ruthie was overly enraged that morning, even for her that was harsh.
Richie took Paul’s advice and ignored her this time. He almost felt pity for her. But he wasn’t willing to change up his morning routine for her, he was gonna get his.
”Hey Richie, don’t you look dapper today. Was Ruthie out there screaming her head off again? I might need to call her sister, she must be off her meds. She can’t control herself the poor thing.”
”Oh wow, I had no idea, Paul. Now I feel bad I was yelling back at her all the time.”
”Listen, I don’t like to go blabbing about other people’s illnesses, but she does suffer from bipolar disorder and it seems she’s just been getting worse. But you didn’t come down here to talk about Ruthie, did you? No, I think you’re here for this.”
Paul pulled down his boxers to reveal his morning boner. It was already diamond-hard and Richie licked his lips.
“Richie, seeing you dressed like a clean-cut, corn-bred, All-American college boy is such a turn on. You even shaved off your goatee which makes you look so innocent. Does it make me a dirty old man to say that I love the idea of a young college boy sucking on my dick every morning?”
”It does, Paul. You are a dirty old man and that’s why I like you so much. Now let me get to it because I have to get to class.”
Richie went to work on Paul’s hard cock as Paul gazed down to his crotch to watch. It’s been over 3 months of morning blowjobs and Paul never tired of seeing Richie’s pink lips wrap around his erection. He loved the look in Richie’s eyes as they both took delight in this morning ritual. Paul especially enjoyed when Richie would moan over his cock and send vibrations into his soul. When Richie would lick and gently munch on his heavy balls Paul would go berserk. Let’s say Paul was elated that this young and eager cocksucker was so dedicated to cock, his cock. Richie was deepthroating it and looking into Paul’s eyes, signaling he was ready for the banquet. Richie had worked up a hunger and Paul was going to give the boy what he desired.
”Uhhhhh uhhhhh, oh God Richie, ohhhhh ohhh man! That was good. Thank you, Richie..”
Paul exploded with more intensity than usual and Richie was so happy that Paul attained a deep satisfaction. Paul patted the top of Richie’s head as Richie was tonguing up the mess and told him he was such a talented and gorgeous cocksucker and how lucky he was that Richie lived right above him.
Ruthie began to rage again when Richie emerged from Paul’s apartment.
“Fag, fag, fag! There he is! The community fag! Hey everyone, the dicksucker is right here!”
Richie tuned it out and decided to bike over to his classes that morning.
Richie had a hunch that Mike might be in the very same class as they both were taking more Psych credits that semester. Mike saw Richie towards the front of the large classroom and sat beside him. Richie noticed Mike had also cleaned himself up a bit for the first day of school. Gone was the scruff from his face that made him look like a bad boy. New Lucky Brand jeans and a short sleeve button down shirt, top 2 buttons undone to reveal a few stands of light chest hair, his bare arm revealing a new lizard tattoo on his left forearm. Mike had a fresh crew cut. He smelled like Cool Water fragrance and Richie took notice.
“Mike, you smell so nice and you look great. If we weren’t fuck buds already I’d consider dating you.”
”Richie, not looking too bad yourself. But you do know that I know you’re a whore. If we dated you’d be sleuthing around for dick at every chance. It would never work. And I can smell your neighbor’s cum on your breath all the way from here.”, Mike chuckled.
“Well, I guess that settles it then, no dating, just fucking”, Richie declared as the Professor entered the room and reviewed the syllabus.
Richie couldn’t help but notice a Teacher’s Aide sitting nearby the professor. He was quite attractive in a grown-up Harry Potter sort of way. Thicker brown hair, but those glasses were certainly similar to Harry’s as were the eyes. Maybe just a few years older than Richie, he sported a scruffy face and just looked overall like the stereotypical teacher, browncorduroy pants, white button down shirt, blue blazer. Richie was sitting too far away to see his crotch.
”Richie, what are you looking at? Pay attention!”, Mike elbowed Richie to listen and focus but there was something about that TA that transfixed Richie’s attention. Then it hit him, when he saw those unique brown penny loafers with the tassels he had a memory of sucking a dick through the stall wall at the library and a man had on those very same shoes. Richie was considering the coincidence when class was finally over.
Mike said he’d come by Richie’s place later that afternoon to fuck him as they said their good-byes and Richie lingered behind hoping to catch the TA’s attention before he needed to get to his Paranormal Psych class.
Richie walked right up to him and introduced himself. He stuck his hand out for a handshake and said, “Hey, I’m Richie. Are you our TA for this class?”
The man extended his hand and there sure was a firm grip as he said his name was Chase and confirmed he is the TA.
”Oh that’s great. Hey, do you ever spend time in the library, you know down in the basement area?”
Richie could sense Chase became uncomfortable by the question and even squirmed a little bit.
“I’m sorry, what do you mean?”
”It’s just that I saw someone wearing those very same shoes in the toilets there and I thought maybe we may have met before.”
”I beg your pardon? What makes you think I’m frequenting gloryholes in the men’s toilets?”
”I never said anything about gloryholes, you just did. Look, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just find you very attractive and was looking for a reason to talk to you.”
“I see. Well, you mustn’t tell anyone you’ve seen me there. I can get fired. I’m too young in my career and wouldn’t survive getting caught. The department is full of homophobes so I keep my sexual orientation under wraps.”
”I am discretion personified, no need to say anything more…but if you want to make sure I’ll keep my mouth closed, you’re gonna have to let me close it around your dick. If I recall, you got a lot going on under those pants.”
”Not here, kid. How much time to do you have before your next class?”
”I have almost an hour my next class doesn’t start until 11 and it’s right next door from here”, Richie said.
”Follow me and don’t be obvious. I can’t believe I’m doing this with a student!”
Chase took Richie down a hallway and placed a key in a door to a large closet.
“Go on then, let’s fucking do this. You wanted my cock, now take it.”
Richie felt his way in the dark to his knees and pulled Chase’s cock from its zipper. Chase flew commando, and Richie wasted no time placing that fat cock into his mouth. He wished he could see Chase’s face but the closet was too dark. It seemed as Richie worked on that cock the harder it became and the more aroused its owner became, too.
Chase put one hand on the top of Richie’s head and the other on his chin and began to face-fuck Richie. Richie was a slobbering mess as Chase used his throat.
“Fuck, I remember this throat and how it felt on my dick. Fuck yeah! You like getting your twat fucked, boy?”
”Yes Sir! I love it!”
”Get up and spin around. Let me into that ass!”
Richie bent over and Chase was able to find that bullseye and plugged up Richie’s butt. It was fast, it was fierce, and it was awesome. Chase fucked his nut right into Richie’s ass and as he was zipping up his pants said, “I figured it was an old guy sucking my dick in the toilet. Where’d you learn how to suck like a pro?”
”I’ve been sucking dick for more years than you think. You know practice makes perfect.”
”Now that I know who you are, I’m going to be fucking your mouth and ass more often. You open your mouth to anyone, not even your friends, and there’s gonna be trouble between us. You got that?”
Richie’s cock hardened at the threat, but did acknowledge again that he was never going to tell anyone about Chase being a closet case. Chase made sure the coast was clear and they both parted ways.
Richie could feel Chase’s load inside him as he swished to his next class. It was very difficult for Richie to focus on anything but Chase. He was especially taken by him and thought if he seriously was to consider a relationship, maybe it would with somebody like Chase.
Richie returned home after class and Mike was already waiting for him in the parking lot.
”Hey Richie, I haven’t been here too long. Just didn’t want to go back home and then out again. Hope it’s okay I’m already here?”
”Yes, it’s fine.”, Richie was wondering how to explain the cum in his ass to Mike.
“Just a couple of minutes ago an ambulance took your neighbor. She was pointing up here and screaming, “The fag is up there, he’s up there! That cocksucker is upstairs! Why are you taking me away? I’m not a fag!” She went kicking and screaming until the subdued her and took her away.”
”Oh wow, I hope she’ll be alright. I guess we might be dealing with situations like this when we become psychologists.”
”Yeah, I guess so.”
”You still in the mood to fuck?” Richie asked.
”I’m always in the mood to fuck. I’m 20 years old and my hormones are raging. Now let’s get inside so I can fuck you, bro.”
While Richie was happy Mike was excited to fuck him, he was still not sure what to say when Mike discovers his cream-filled hole.
Richie attempted to get down on his knees, thinking maybe Mike would be cool with just a blowjob and he’d be safe.
“I didn’t come here for a blow job, Richie. I came here to get my dick up your ass. No more games, let me see that jock framing your ass, now!”
Richie pulled down his pants and bent over the kitchen table.
“What the fuck Richie! Somebody’s already been in your ass? I demand to know who before I shove my dick up in you!”
”Come on, Mike. I promised I wouldn’t tell. I thought you like fucking sloppy seconds.”
”I do, I do, but you’re a fucking whore Richie! You never cease to surprise me. You always find a way to get that hole filled. I’ll give you that.”
Mike stuck his finger into Richie’s warm hole and some clear seminal fluid rushed out dripping to the floor.
“I won’t need any lube, you gotta wet ass, Richie.”
Mike brought his one-eyed monster to Richie’s ass and guided it inside. Mike loved the feeling of another man’s cum all over his dick. Mike churned and gyrated, mixing that baby batter good inside Richie’s guts. Mike pummel fucked Richie who was gripping the legs of the kitchen table so he wouldn’t slide around from the force of Mike’s fuck strokes. Finally, Mike injected Richie with another copious load of his sperm and if Richie had a uterus, Mike would have been the father. Mike’s loads were by far the most on volume and judging by the strength of his cock pulsating inside Richie’s clenched butthole, there was a lot of it, and it was being shot deep up his butt.
A few minutes after Mike left, Richie’s phone rang.
”Hello”, Richie answered.
”Hello, may I please speak to Richard?”
“This is he, how can I help you?”
”Yeah, this is Seth calling from Mr. Addams office. We are in receipt of your photos and videos and would like to arrange an in-person meeting. Are you available tomorrow?”
”Seriously? Who is Mr. Addams?”
”Im sorry, I didn’t make that clear, did I?? Mr. Addams is the man in charge of several gay pornographic magazines and video outlets . It seems your friend Charlie sent over some samples and he’d like to meet you in person.
