Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2011 13:30:05 -0000
From: Jay M <storiesormore@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: College Chris Part 6 (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.

As I sat in the library, I wondered what had happened to Chris; I'd looked
out for him, but not seen him. He was definitely still tied up in Anthony's
room. I knew it was unlikely that Anthony himself had found Chris, and
hoped dearly it wasn't a woman that had found him. I picked up my things,
and went for a walk around college to see if I could find him.

I was surprised to say the least when I walked past his room and found him
sitting in his chair looking at his laptop. I opened the door and he turned
quickly to see who it was, his face contorting as he did so.

"Are you okay?" I said, concerned.

"Yeah, sit down if you like." He said, not sounding as good as he assured
me he was.

I did so, regardless, and propped myself on the end of a table.

"Look, Chris, I'm sorry, but I know you wanted it." I said, feeling a
little guilt, but assuming something had happened.

"You won't even believe it..." he began, affirming that something had.

"Oh?"

"This feels weird, talking like this." He said.

"I see what you mean... we've... not really spoken much before." I replied.

"I don't know what to do," he said, looking down, "I want to but, I still
need you."

"You need me?"

"Yes, I want your thick cock in my ass again. You know it." He said,
staring into my eyes.

I looked away, smiling slightly. After whatever had happened, he still
wanted me inside him; and if that was what he wanted, I couldn't deny the
slut my cock. He stood up, and I noticed a wet patch where he had been
sitting, and looked towards him and noticed another wet patch on the back
of his trousers.

"Holy shit... did someone...?" I began.

"Yeah. Well and truly." He said, his face still contorted.

My cock twitched in my boxers, thinking of what might have happened to
Chris after I had left. Part of me wanted to know, and the rest wanted it
to be kept secret.

"Not many people are in..." he said, his accent more prominent than ever,
and a seductive tone present in his voice.

"Where?" I replied, knowing what he wanted.

"Here."

"Serious? What if someone comes in...?" I said, worried about the
possibility, yet turned on at the same time.

He walked, awkwardly towards me and lowered his trousers. His thick cock
sprung out and instinctively I reached out and grabbed it in my hand. He
shivered with my touch, and then proceeded to turn around and bend over in
front of me.

"Oh my God, is that yours?" I asked, staring at the huge butt-plug
stretching what looked to be a very wet, and used ass.

"Yeah, I didn't put it there though." He replied.

I reached to his ass and grabbed it, pulling it out to inspect the
damage. As soon as I did, cum gushed out of his ass, onto the desk in front
of me and poured down his legs. He moaned as it left, and I gasped as the
cum literally flowed out of his ass.

"Mm, someone really did use you, didn't they?"I said, sliding my finger
over his gaping hole, and around the walls of his ass.

He moaned, feeling my finger slide around inside his soaking hole, surely
wanting something else to fill his cum-dump and satisfy his slutty, sexual
needs.

"Pull some tables together," I said, pushing him away from me and removing
my clothes.

He did as I asked, and removed his trousers and shoes in the process. I was
naked all for my boxers, and he was still wearing his shirt, it felt as if
he knew I just loved taking it off, exposing my favourite bits of him. He
pulled me towards him, I was careful not to kiss him, but instantly started
to remove his shirt. As soon as it was off, and his hairy body was in front
of me, I grabbed the butt-plug and wiped it over his puffy nipples,
smearing the owner's cum all over him. He moaned, excited for his needs to
be met.

I pulled my boxers off and threw them onto the floor, grabbing his body and
forcing him to lie on the table, his body only slightly elevated, allowing
him to reach his cock.

Knowing just spit would be enough to lube my cock, considering the state of
his well-used ass, I spat, watching the spit land on my dick, and rubbed it
around. I positioned myself above Chris's hot ass, and slid my penis
straight into his stretched, soaking asshole.

We both moaned, relieved, he at the emptiness being filled, and me at
sinking my dick into his tasty ass.  Not needing to wait for his usually
tight ass to adjust to my thick cock, I began ploughing his ass as soon as
I could. Hearing the cum inside him moving, and seeing some of it forced
out around my cock only added to how fast I was slamming my cock in and out
of his hairy ass. The harder I slammed my dick in, the more cum slipped out
of his ass, and with that, his dark hair became glued together, spread all
around his cummy hole. We were both moaning equally as loud, both our urges
being fulfilled. I slowed my fucking for a moment while I leaned down and
began to bite the back of his neck, drawing louder moans from him as I
continued to slowly fuck his slutty ass.

I brought my body back up off his, and resumed my hard, pounding, grunting
with every thrust, bringing myself closer to filling his ass with my
juice. I kept on slamming into his ass, the slapping noise as I hit his hot
ass getting louder, and quickly brought myself to climax, dumping my load
into his ass, pulling out and shooting the rest of my cum over his ass
cheeks, balls and the table beneath us. I collapsed on top of him, both our
breathing heavy, and kissed his neck gently.

"Fucking hell, that was so good," I said to him, peeling myself off his
back and looking down at the cum all over the table.

"Do you want to lick that off?" I asked him.

He didn't reply but instantly turned around and started licking my cum off
the table, lapping it up like it was water.

"Mm, such a filthy slut." I told him.

I grabbed the butt-plug and reinserted it into his even wider, wetter
hole. He moaned again as it went in, but put up no protest to the
insertion; even after two rough fucks he still wanted his ass to be full.

"Oh, you'd be surprised at just how filthy I can be," he said.

I began putting my clothes back on, we were lucky to have not been
discovered, especially considering how loud we had both been when I was
pounding his slutty ass. Noticing what I was doing, he sadly began doing
the same, and I wondered when I would next be able to see him.

"There's something else you should know," he said, what more could he
surprise me with?

"What's that?"

"The person I was waiting for, last week..."

I had somehow completely forgotten he was actually waiting for someone, and
I never thought to ask what happened after I left him bound and
blindfolded.

"Oh, yeah... are you going to tell me who it was?"

"Yeah, it was Dan. Your friend Dan."

My mouth dropped, we had both talked about Chris and his ass, but never did
I imagine Dan would have been able to actually get Chris.

"How the fuck did that happen?" I asked, shocked.

"It was my fault, I was horny, I wanted something in my ass, and I'd
noticed Dan's stares in the direction of me, and occasionally seen the
glances to my ass.

"At the end of Friday's lesson, I waited for the students to leave the
class and then, pretending to look at his work, I whispered that if he
wanted me, to find me after his last lesson... but then you did." He
answered, truthfully.

"There's no end to how much of a cum hungry slut you are, is there?" I
joked, but we both knew it was true.

"When can we next see each other? It's half term next week." He said, a
hint of sorrow in his voice.

"I dunno, it depends what you want from me now. One thing I can tell you
though, is that you're not going to be shooting any cum out of your cock
until I next see you." I replied, thinking of how we could possibly see
each other again.

"If you're serious about it, I know somewhere we can meet."

"Where?"

He gave me details of a hotel he must have used to satisfy his hunger for
cum and cock many times before, and I left, not allowing him to even kiss
me.



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