After class

Marcel apologises to me as he leaves in a rush, he’s got to go and try to get cleaned up before his next class. Which I understand, even if it is extremely annoying turn of events. I stand outside of the room and take a moment just to breathe. There’s already been so much happening today and it’s not even an acceptable time for me to go to sleep. As I stand there with my eyes closed, breathing deeply, I can feel people’s eyes burning into me. It’s like there’s been a shift and suddenly I’m the centre of the universe. I soon feel something brush up against my shoulder, I look and see that someone is now standing next to me. His shoulder pushed against mine. I don’t recognise him but I won’t complain. The contact is causing a nice warm heat to flow through me, nothing overpowering but just enough to relieve some of the stress I was just feeling.

“Long day?” he asks, he still staring straight ahead, eyes fixed in place.

“Definitely” my eyes however are scanning him, he’s wearing a leather jacket even though its temperatures having been rising every hour, his hair is hidden under a purple beanie with only a few whisps escaping from underneath. His legs are hidden behind tight black jeans that leave little to the imagination.

“Al” is all he says, I assume that’s his name.

“Cory”

“So Cory, do you give people handjobs in lessons often?” I try not to let the surprise show on my face. No point in denying it though, may as well own it.

“Not as often as I would like.”

Al grins, still looking straight ahead, his dark eyes won’t meet mine, “I was hoping I could get a little bit of what Marcel got.” He doesn’t wait for me to answer, he just grabs my hand and pulls me into the closest toilet. He sticks the bin in front of the door, jamming it so no one else can get in. It’s not long before he’s shoving me against the wall. His hands pinning mine above my ahead as he kisses me deeply. He bites on my lip before starting to explore my mouth with his. He grabs my shoulders pushes me to my knees. My hands move to the button of his jeans, pulling them apart before I try to pull them down past his thighs. It takes some time but soon he’s standing in front of me with only his purple boxer briefs between me and what I want. I slowly move my hands up his legs but Al gets impatient and shoves his boxers down. His eight-inch dick springs out and the smell of his musk fills my nostrils. After being trapped in his boxers and tight jeans for most of the morning, his hard dick now bounces in front of me inviting me to taste it. I tentatively stick my tongue out but don’t get any further before Al says, “use your hand.”

I wrap my hand around his long pole and start giving him exactly what I gave Marcel. I spit in my hand and start to slick his head, rotating my hand as I move it up and down. Al has me trapped on my knees with my back to the wall, only giving me enough freedom to jack him off. “Faster” with that being the only encouragement I need increase the pace that I’m moving my hand, causing him to release a series of moans and words of encouragement. I don’t know how long he’s going to last but I’m going to make this count. My head is dizzy from the close quarters and the smell of his sweat invading every inch of my nose. “Lick my balls” it catches me off guard and he must notice because he repeats himself “lick my fucking balls.” I keep my hand moving as I nuzzles myself against his sack, at first, I just lick at them, clean the sweat off them with my tongue and bathe them in my spit but soon I take one in my mouth and roll it around, before moving on to the next one. I find that he likes it best when I left them rest on my lips and I swipe my tongue from his balls and down his taint. His moans increase as I double down and make it my mission to clean his ball of every drop of salty sweat that coats them. “I’m gonna….” His body goes stiff and a moan escapes from deep within him, as I feel shot after shot of cum cover my face. Once I’m sure he’s done I slip the head into my mouth and give it a thorough cleaning before scooping up what’s on my face and licking it off my fingers. “That was amazing.” He’s still breathing deeply and leaning against a wall.

“More than happy to help” I splash some water on my face so that the stickiness doesn’t linger for the rest of the day.

“Oh, I’m sure you are. You’ll be helping me again.” He slides behind me and gives me an unexpected hug. “I’ll give you my number and we’ll find a time that we can both stay for longer.