“Studying, dumbass,” he huffed gently.
“You are just giving all the wrong answers today. If you don’t study harder, you are going to fail this quiz, Calvin,” I teased, biting my tongue with excitement.
“What are you talking about?” I took his hand and guided it down, I saw his eyes bug out of his damn head when he saw what I was doing. I pulled his fingers underneath the paper, and he gasped as his hand hit my hot rock-hard erection. I lifted the paper up gently as if I were reading it, and his hand circled my shaft. He sat up straight as a board.
“What the fuck,” he whispered quickly. “You can’t have your penis out. Holy shit, it’s the size of a fucking mall.”
I made a face. “Please, never refer to my cock as a penis. You’ll hurt his feelings. And he thanks you for the compliment.”
“We can’t do this,” he hissed quietly. “Not here in the library.”
“Come on, Calvin. It’s perfect. You’re perfect, and I honestly can’t wait any longer. Besides, isn’t this a little fun and dangerous.” I glanced over at him. “We can hear anyone coming because of the echo from the floor, and we can see them too, right through there, but they can’t see anything. Besides, no one ever comes to this part of the library anyway. Come on… Live a little and walk on the wild side with me.”
“We could get caught, Mason.”
“That’s’ part of the fun. But I promise you we will not get caught. I told you, I’m paying attention. You are safe with me, Calvin, even though this feels anything but safe. I don’t think I have ever been harder and your hand… Fuck, it’s so warm and your fingers… They seem to want this as bad as I do.” I reached over and nibbled his neck gently, urging him on.
He never let go of my huge fucking erection. His eyes had that lustful look to them, and he bit his bottom lip. He was working out the odds. Hopefully, he would come around to my way of thinking.
He gently stroked me. I moaned gently under my breath. “Holy hell… Calvin. But we can’t start yet. My hand is empty. Pick up your own paper. I got the New York Times for you cause you’re so smart and all.”
He looked around before he unbuttoned his pants, and I heard the zipper slowly pull-down before I looked to find his already hard cock staring up at me. It was my first one, and I gingerly reached over and took it in my hand. This moment, what we were doing, this was major for me.
It was so hot and hard. He was cut like most of us country boys, but he wasn’t small. It felt perfect in my hands, and I had a quick thought about how much time I had wasted in my life.
I rubbed my fingers over his slit, and he threw his head back and almost fell out of the chair.
“Easy there, cowboy…” I whispered. “remember if the shoes echo, so will our fucking moans. So…”
He smiled at me. “The first one to go is the loser?”
“So competitive. I don’t think either one of us is losing, do you?”
He gripped my cock in his grip and gently fisted it. I watched him as he palmed my shaft. I had a pretty big dick, and his hand found it a lot to manage. His was smooth and hot, and his large mushroom head was like a badge of honor. I wondered what it would feel like when I put it in my mouth. Fuck, if I got him this far… I should have made him meet me in my dorm room.
“Fuck Mason, this is so… fucking hot. You are… fuck, this is a fucking huge cock. So hard…” His whispers barely reached my ears as he slowly stroked me. His thumb gently rubbed over the tip of my head with almost every stroke.
This was definitely not taking me long. I was too excited. I was gonna blow fast. My first time with another boy, another cock, and it was hotter than I had ever expected. I wanted more. I wanted to taste him, I wanted to be inside him, so fucking bad I could feel it building up in my balls. Just the idea of it was pushing me over the edge.
I raised my hand and spit in it. He did the same before we reached back down and took each other’s engorged shafts in our fists. Pumping gently and squirming in our seats, our papers held up as if we were two gentlemen reading the news at the café. I snickered… This was so fucking wild.
It was heaven, and I usually hated handjobs. But then again, I had never had a handjob from a boy before. It made sense. We knew what we liked, so we were better at giving them than a girl. My first time with a man, with a man’s cock in my hand, so hard and hot and sexy. I glanced over at Calvin. He couldn’t take his eyes off of my dick. He stared at it longingly as he lovingly stroked me.
Holy shit this was hot as fuck.
Calvin’s cock started leaking precum. I reached down and cupped his balls rolling them in my hands, and he bit down on his lip hard, a small groan escaping from him as he writhed under my fingers. My hand moved gently back to his shaft, now slippery with his own goo. I pumped faster as did he.
My cock was spilling juice all over his hand. This was something that I would always remember. Hell, this was going in my spank book, and when I was eighty years old, I would be masturbating to this memory.
So hot.
So wild.
I bucked my hips up into the air as I exploded all over his hand, fuck… all over my shirt… I couldn’t stop. It felt like gallons of cum was gushing through me. Calvin’s mouth opened, and all I could think about was his mouth around my cock as I unloaded into him, filling his mouth and watching it dribble down his chin. That would be even hotter than this, and this was fucking amazing.
He moaned, louder than he probably should as his dick throbbed in my hand. Calvin wasn’t a shooter, it seemed, he was a goo-slide. It erupted out of his hole and coated my hand and his shaft as I continued stroking it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It was so sexy. I wanted to know what he tasted like, this hot man that just came for me, hell all over my hand.
“Holy shit…” Calvin wheezed, breathing hard.
