Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2011 15:39:46 -0000
From: Jay M <storiesormore@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: College Chris Part 4 (Gay Male - College)

The story involves two consenting adults aged 18+. Furthermore, this
story is only suitable for those aged 18+, please do not continue reading
if this illegal in your state/country.

All work within this story is written by myself, Jay M, and I thus hold
copyright.


It was a Friday, a week since my first encounter with Chris. College were
holding an assignment and student assessment check, and college was
cancelled to all students and staff but those who had students to help, and
work to complete. Naturally, I hadn't planned for me to be coming in on
this day. But given recent events, I have a feeling it was going to work
out to my advantage.

I had come early to college, hoping to get my work done and be home as soon
as possible. Walking across the college car park I heard Chris shout my
name. I slowed down and watched Chris attempt a run-cum-walk towards me
from his car.

"Hey..." I said, running my eyes over him. His shirt clung to his body,
defining his pecs and nipples. I licking my lips without thinking, wanting
to suck and bite on his large pink nipples.

"You okay?" He asked, smiling.

"I guess I am," I said, "You?"

"I'm better now," he replied winking and playfully slapping my ass.

"You shouldn't do that." I said, frowning at him and looking around the
cark park.

"It's fine; you do know what the time is, don't you?"

I thought about it and agreed it probably wasn't going to cause any
problems, and slapped his ass in return. He chuckled to himself and stuck
his hand in his pocket to rearrange his dick.

"So..." He began; I already knew what he wanted. I wanted it too.

"Yes. Where?"

"Just follow me," he said, pulling out his keys from his jacket.

We took the lift up to the second floor, and it was difficult keeping my
hands off him while we were alone, but I knew it wouldn't be long until his
body was mine again.

"There's something I'd like to try with you..." he said as we walked
through the corridor.

"Mm?"

"You'll see."

My mind raced through all the raunchy possibilities until we reached
Anthony's room, the head of the sixth form.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Trust me..." He replied.

He unlocked and opened the door, pulling me inside. I'd not been in this
room before, it was more than I expected, with quite interesting posters
covering the wall, a large oak desk and a leather chair to match the
size. Considering Anthony's personality, or at least how he spoke to the
students, it was quite surprising to see this side of him.

Chris pulled me to him and kissed me, gently but his hands grabbing my ass
said otherwise. I sighed as he broke the kiss, wanting more of his soft,
yet firm lips.

"You seem... different." I said. He seemed more reserved. I wasn't sure
why. It had been four days since he pounded my ass in the admin office, it
felt as if he should want more, but didn't.

"Just excited." He said, his accent causing my heart to melt.

He opened his satchel and pulled out a smaller bag, opening that one, he
produced six leather ties.

"For real?"

"Absolutely." He replied.

I shoved him backwards over Anthony's desk, almost pouncing on him as I
thrust my tongue into his waiting mouth. He met my dive by instantly
grabbing on to my ass, squeezing it hardly in his hands. This was the Chris
I knew.

I reached down and undid his leather belt with my hands, desperate to reach
his meat. He groaned underneath me in anticipation with what was to come. I
left his mouth and travelled down his body, taking his already rock solid
cock into my mouth, sliding up and down it, ensuring my spit covered it
all. He moaned lightly as I swirled my tongue around his head, slipping my
tongue in between the thick foreskin and soft, fleshy head. His hand was
soon on my head, urging me to deep throat his throbbing cock. I obliged,
taking in as much of what I guessed to be a seven and a half inch cock into
my mouth, and down my throat. He gasped as his head slammed into the back
of my throat, and began thrusting his hips into my hungry mouth. His moans
filled the room as I completely slathered his meat with my spit. Removing
myself from his dick, he grabbed me and pulled me up to his mouth, kissing
me with great force, getting his tongue deep into my mouth to taste his own
cock.

"You're a slut," I whispered.

"You know it." He replied, pushing my head back down towards his dick.

I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked the length of it, bringing my head
back up to the tip of his penis, sticking my tongue into the tip of his
cock, causing him to writhe around in pleasure, pushing my head down to get
more. I lapped the precum that was almost gushing out of his dick,
savouring the taste in my mouth. I used one hand to hold the bottom of his
penis and slowly started to wank him while sucking the top half of his
soaking wet dick. His moans had escalated without my realising at the
attention his manhood was getting.

Not wanting to excite him too much, I pulled off and stood back away from
him. I watched him breathing heavily on the desk, his dripping wet cock
standing tall, the rest of him almost completely covered.

The sight of his cock, and the suited man in front of me made me hornier
than I already was, and I was eager to progress. I walked back over to him
and pushed his head down, letting him know I was now in control. He moaned
lightly at the thought, and I couldn't help but gently kiss him. I started
to remove his tie and unbutton his tight shirt, exposing the hairy chest
and fleshy pink nipples that I loved. I ran my fingers through the hair,
wishing I could have more of him, more often. He sighed and his hand slowly
slid down his dick, waiting for my next move.

I continued unbuttoning his shirt, reaching his equally hairy stomach, a
near favourite part of mine. It wasn't toned, and wasn't overly fleshy, but
had just the right amount of muscle and fat to make biting it a more than
enjoyable experience. I lowered my head and licked down his chest, avoiding
his nipples, but swirling my tongue in the thick hair and his navel. He
moaned as I did this, and moaned louder when I sunk my teeth into the meaty
skin. I felt his cock spring to attention as it hit my chest, and knew he
was enjoying what I was doing.

I slowly moved back up his body, ensuring I was always licking part of his
abdomen or chest, before reaching his nipples and descending on them. Again
I dug my teeth into his skin, causing him to jerk underneath me and grab
onto my hair, wanting to pull me off, yet wanting to feel more pain and
pleasure from my teeth. I satisfied this urge, eliciting several low moans
from him.

I detached my teeth from him and gave a final flick of my tongue over his
rigid nipple.

"How do you want to do this?"  I asked, referring to the leather ties that
lay next to us.

He stood up, breathing heavily and grasping his dick. He pulled off his
shirt, revealing his beefy, hairy arms and removed his trousers, making the
effort to shove his arse in my face while he did so. I moaned at the
thought of his hairy, sweaty ass, especially when it was encased in those
tight black briefs.

I'd had a thought when he showed me the ties, and it related somewhat to
what had happened on our first encounter. I knew Chris was a cock slut, and
I knew he wanted dick up his arse whenever he could get it, which was what
he thought was about to happen. But the more I thought, the more I wanted
to deny him my thick cock. The more I wanted to make him wait.

I pulled his briefs down his hairy legs, releasing his heavy balls.

"Bend over the chair, now." I demanded.

He hurried to the chair, sticking his hairy ass in the air and dangling his
thick cock and balls between his legs. It was indeed a sight to behold, but
I couldn't let that distract me from what I had to do.

I grabbed the leather ties, and began tying both of his hands to the arm
rests on the leather chair; I noticed a steady stream of precum leaking out
of his dick, landing on the chair below him. His back was arched at this
point and his chest was almost parallel to the back of the chair, and as I
finished tying the strap around his wrists, I moved to the back of the
chair.  For extra measure, I got two of the black leather ties and draped
them over his back, criss-crossing them over his chest and pulling them
around the back of the chair. I wanted to do it tightly so he felt trapped,
and the ties were cutting into his flesh, contorting one of his nipples,
and just scraping the other erect nipple. Once satisfied, I moved down to
his feet, licking them lightly, I took the remaining two ties and fastened
them around his ankles. He was completely immobilised.

I slapped the ass in front of me, happy with what I had done, and turned
towards the door.

"Jack?!" The urgency in his voice evident.

"I'm sorry."

"Oh fuck... fuck... Please..." He begged.

"I think your ass is hungry for some cock," I teased, seeing his asshole
quiver in front of me.

"But this is different..." he began.

"No." I said, and left.



I was quite scared he might end things after this stunt, but I was sure
that even if the straightest guy imaginable found him, they wouldn't be
able to resist slamming their cock into that tight ass.




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