Emir

“I really don’t want to have to run and leave you hear after that, but I really do have somewhere to be.” A pang of disappointment hit me, even after all that Dorian still didn’t have time for me. “Maybe we can go for dinner at some point this week?” I nodded, he gave me a quick peck on the lips and ran out of the lecture hall, fumbling with his zipper.

He left me sat there in an empty lecture hall. I had definitely enjoyed what had just happened and it had quelled the restless hunger that seemed to occupy my body now but something about it made me feel a little bit empty. I was broken out my self-reflection by someone clearing their throat behind me. I turned around to see who it was, he was carrying stacks of papers and his shirt was form fitting. I was shocked he could even move around in it. He wasn’t muscly but he was well built, like a rugby player. I think we have a rugby team on campus. The dim lights of the room weren’t doing him any favours but due to how close he was I could see that he had light brown skin and hair that dark black hair that reached down to his shoulders. “Oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t know there was going to be a class in here.”

“No worries just didn’t want to spook ya” he gave me a gentle smile and extended his hand, “I’m Emir, the teaching assistant for Mr H.” Suddenly it all clicked into place, I do remember someone mulling around handing out papers in our classes but I didn’t remember them looking anything like Emir.

“Cory, I’m in Mr H’s class. I was there this morning actually.”

“I know I’ve seen ya bud.” He gave me a small smile and gestured for me to move over a little. He placed his papers on a seat behind us and sat next to me. “You look a bit glum.”

“Just been a weird day.” He had spread his legs so that his knee was brushing up against mine.

“Was that your boyfriend that was running out of here?” He asked gesturing at the door.

“No, definitely not…”

“Ah that’s good” he spread his legs further, giving me a direct sight at the bulge in his chinos.

“Good?”

“Yeah it means you can sit on this and you won’t be hurting anyone’s feelings” he leant over and put his hands under my arms. Lifting me out of my seat and manoeuvred me around the small space so that I was sitting on his lap. His legs spreading mine further, testing the limit of the stitching on my jeans. “You wanna do this?” instead of answering I leant forward and started kissing him aggressively. Taking out all my frustrations on him, he seemed receptive to it all. Clawing at the back of my t-shirt and grasping hard at my butt cheeks. I leant in further, pressed my body against his. Eviscerating any kind of space between us, I could feel my dick painfully pressing against the fabric of my jeans and jockstrap, begging to be released. Emir grabbed the collar of my top and pulled down hard, ripping the fabric in half, exposing my back to the cool air-conditioned room whilst the other half clung to my torso. Whilst he was doing this, I continued to clumsy undo the buttons on his shirt. Allowing my hand to slip underneath, feeling a full chest of hair. My fingers danced along his chest, playful pinching and pulling at his nipples. He bit my lip and placed his arms under my arms again, lifting me from his lap and starting to stand up himself. I curled my legs around his waist, placing my full weight on him.

He pawed at the button to my jeans, getting more frustrated with every failed attempt. Eventually he succeeded and undid them, using one hand to pull the zip down and move them down to expose my crotch. The precum of my dick had created a huge dark spot on the front of my jock, he sat back down and placed me back on his lap. I helped him shrug off the rest of his shirt and removed the ripped remains of mine too. I undid the button to his trousers but before I could get any further, he pulled my mouth back to his. Continuing our passionate kiss, as his hands explored my now bare cheeks. He seemed to particularly like twisting and pulling the straps of my jock. His stamina didn’t subside, he was like a possessed man, after one thing and one thing only. My hands drifted back to his nipples, pinching them harder as that seemed to get the most noise out of his. One of his fingers found my ring and soon that thing was being shoved into my mouth. “Get it nice and wet.” I sucked and licked that finger until he thought it was appropriately ready. His reattached my mouth to his as his finger found it’s goal. He pushed up, obviously not one for gentle approached, until it was fully inside of me. Pistoning in and out as it looked for my sweet spot. When he found it, it felt like the whole world change. My body seemed to echo pleasure and only pleasure. I was barely kissing him any more just moaning into his mouth. When I started to regain some of my sense I realised that during my euphoric high, he had added another two fingers. Fully stretching me out. I slipped forward onto his body. No longer able to maintain my composure. “Please, please fuck me. I need it so bad Emir.” That was all he needed to hear.

He picked me up again and turned me round. Bending me over the chairs in front of us. I heard his trousers hit the floor and a huge spongy head against my backdoor. “This may hurt at first but I’ll make it worth your while.” I didn’t care I wanted him, needed him inside of me, it was the only way I’d be able to move on with my life. The pressure continued to build, as he slowly pushed against my ring. After about 30 seconds I felt his head break through, allowing me to break down in a fit of moans as he truly spread me open. I don’t know what I was saying but it was definitely spurring him on. No longer after his head entered me the rest followed, until I could feel his pubic hair on my cheeks. It felt amazing, like I’d finally found my true purpose. To be fucked. His speed increased soon after that, his hips hitting against me with a loud slap with every thrust. He put a hand on my backed and pushed me even further forward, effectively draping me fully over the seat and pressing my hard jock covered cock into the fabric of the chair. With every thrust he not only hit my prostate but also caused my cock to rub against the seat in front. I’d never met anyone with so much stamina, There was no way he was slowing down. I was though, my body was exhausted from the constant horny state I’d been in all day and now I was getting railed in a lecture hall. His thrusts slowed down, and as I was thinking that maybe he was getting tired, they instead just became harder. More controlled. Slamming his whole length back into my and holding it there for a couple of seconds before slowly pulling out to repeat the process. I knew I was on the edge and after his third or fourth thrust I started screaming his name as I came into my jock. Covering myself with my own cum. I felt my ring tighten around his cock and with one final thrust back to the hilt he started to paint my insides white. We both stayed there in orgasmic bliss as he continued to spurt inside of me. Until he final made a move to pull out. As he fully left me I clamped my hole shut and pulled up my jeans.