Just a blow for now

As much as you’d like to coax Caleb into something more, you realize you probably need to plan that out better. The last thing you want to do is drive him away from you by making a move on him before he is ready.

Contenting yourself with the always-enjoyable experience of having his shaft in your mouth, you focus your attention on bringing this experience to a satisfying end for your R.A. You grab his ass with both hands and deepthroat him, preparing yourself for what is to come. Caleb, being so close to climax, cannot restrain himself from facefucking you.

As much as you’d love to have your ass be on the receiving end of those thrusts, you content yourself to feel his rock-hard shaft pound down your throat. Your nose is repeatedly flattened against his pubic hair as he begins to gasp and cry out, “Here it comes... Hang on... I’m gonna cum!”

True to his word, Caleb rewards your efforts with a mouthful of salty cream, most of which shoots unhindered down your esophagus. You continue to suck, even giving a few playful licks after Caleb begins to laugh and protest that his cock is too sensitive and ticklish for you to continue.

At last you get up and wipe off your chin and grin at your friend as he pulls up his pants.

“Um.... Thanks,” he says, somewhat awkwardly. You find his ambiguity about same-sex interaction strangely charming, and you renew your resolve to take that experience to a new level at your earliest opportunity.

“So... There was something you wanted to tell me?” you say, casually, trying not to be too distracted by the raging boner that the blowjob triggered between your legs.

Caleb takes a moment before realizing what you are talking about. “Oh... right.... I almost forgot. We have a lot of prospective students coming this weekend to stay on campus. In fact, there are more coming than what we had planned on. I know that your roomie, Stephen, is out of town this weekend. Any chance I can talk you into hosting one of the guests?”

Your eyebrows go up in surprise. “Do I have to babysit?”

Caleb shakes his head. “Nah... It’s nothing like that. There are going to be events that will keep them busy for the most part. You’ll need to show him to some places if he doesn’t know where he’s going, and you’re supposed to go to the social events, but otherwise, we mainly need a place for him to crash.”

You consider this. “I don’t know... My weekends are usually pretty full, and having a middle schooler hanging around will probably cramp my style.”

Caleb says, “Who said anything about middle school? These are all high school seniors. We’re hoping to entice as many of them as possible to attend here next year.”

Suddenly I feel my attitude change. “High school seniors? You mean there’s going to be a fresh batch of nimble young bodies, awash with uncontrolled teenage hormones? Have you been looking at my Christmas list?”

Caleb laughs. “I thought that might interest you. But do try to behave yourself. I don’t know who they’re going to send over here to stay with you, and we don’t want to chase any prospective students away by shocking them with stuff they’ve never encountered before. So can I put you down as a ‘Yes’ then?”

You give it some thought. Exercising self control has never been your strongest suit. Still, perhaps Caleb would consider this a ‘favor’ that would make him open to some creative ways of paying. You back.