“Fuck,” Greg said. He let out a trembling moan. “Take it.”
And Ethan did. Over and over. Reaching the base and managing a quick lick of Greg’s balls before coming up for air. He loved it each time. He wondered for a second who this was because it couldn’t be him. But that thought quickly vanished, and his ravenous, hungry self repossessed him. Total savage.
“Stop,” Greg said.
“Oh, you want me to stop, do you?” Ethan uttered in an attempt at sexiness that would make Jessica Rabbit cringe.
“Stop.” Greg pointed toward the hall.
And Ethan did stop. Footsteps clunked on the floor, and they got louder.
Professor Sharpe.
Ethan could hear his muffled voice through the walls. If he could hear him, could others hear them?
They looked at each other. Ethan jumped up, and Greg closed up shop. Ethan felt the wood creaking under Professor Sharpe’s steps. But just as soon as Sharpe was there, he was gone. His door slammed shut, and Ethan exhaled.
“That was close,” Ethan said.
“Yeah. You scared?”
“Yeah.” Ethan realized that that wasn’t a bad thing. It only added to the rush.
He pulled down Greg’s pants and got back on his knees. Greg was still half-hard. Ethan began sucking him off again, and he was fully hard in no time.
He devoured Greg’s cock, shoveling it in like dinner after a day of hard labor. Greg pushed his head down, and that made Ethan grip his dick with more force. He moved faster. Up and down. He felt for the six pack and grazed his fingertips along the taut muscles. Greg panted.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Greg said, almost with desperation, and Ethan could see the finish line.
Then he tasted it in his mouth. Ethan swallowed Greg’s bitter load, something else he had never done before but enjoyed. He smiled triumphantly, pleased that he could successfully please Greg.
“Wow,” Greg said. He brushed a hand through his hair. “That was so fucking hot.”
“Yeah, it was.” Ethan sat in the desk chair.
“Damn, you’re good. That’s the best slobs I’ve ever gotten.”
“Slobs?”
“That’s what we call blowjobs, my brothers and I.”
“Your frat brothers?”
“Yeah. I’d never discuss this with my actual brother.”
Ethan didn’t know Greg had an actual brother. That was the most personal thing he knew about him, and it sent a warm feeling zipping through his chest.
Greg rubbed Ethan’s head and looked directly into Ethan’s eyes. This was a good moment, but the high Ethan had been on was quickly melting away. He wondered just how many slobs Greg had received in his life. He realized that, even though Greg may not fool around in public with other people, this was still but one in a long line of blowjobs for him. Suddenly, Ethan felt like a slut.
Was this terrible?Not even the public part, but just that he let himself go along with this. Greg must think he’s some gay nerd he can exploit for his own sexual gain. It hadn’t dawned on Ethan until this moment that perhaps hooking up in public wasn’t the worst part of their arrangement, but rather that they had an arrangement at all.
Greg used his underwear to wipe off his dick and got himself situated. “So I wouldn’t be opposed if we did this again.”
“What happens if we get caught?”
“We won’t get caught.”
“How do you know?”
