Letting off some steam

As soon as class was over, you excused yourself from both Lee and the guy besides you still grinning from ear to ear. In the midst of rushing out of the classroom, slipping past Mr Woodrow at breakneck speeds, you see on your class schedule that you’ve got a bit of free time. With one hand still covered in Lee’s cum, you really don’t have a hard time making a choice of where to go next.

Following the signage, you quickly reach the toilets (which were only men’s toilets, naturally) and step inside. The way there had been rather quiet, perhaps due to many classes still being in progress. Because of this, the toilets seemed to be empty too, giving you the time to not worry about having to cover up as you placed your schedule on the sinks and moved to wash your hand of Lee’s semen. As you turned on the tap to do so, curiosity got the better of you as you reached your hand slowly to your lips. The moment your finger brushed against the inside of your mouth, you felt overwhelmed by the strange, bitter and hearty taste, wanting to recoil and spit it out, but fighting that urge.

Instead you continued, carefully licking off your hand, finger by finger, tasting Lee on every inch. By the time you’d finished cleaning your fingers, your hand was already mostly clean, but you still decided to run it under the tap to be sure. Cold water hits your hand and you shiver, as the tension in your body finally catches up with you, now that you’ve got a moment to breathe. For a moment you enjoy the quiet of the bathroom, the only sound being the water of the sink draining away. Your body feels like it’s burning up and your thighs are uncomfortably soaked. Atop your chest your nipples had tightened as if being pinched, and your clit throbbed with an aching desire for release. Holding it in any longer was going to be impossible.

Turning yourself around, you take a look at the toilet stalls and quietly contemplate whether you want to get it done right here, right now, and decide against it. Many people would come and go to the toilets, no doubt, and you didn’t much feel like trying to rub one out while you heard a bunch of guys running all around you. You take your class schedule off the sink and gently step out of the toilets. It seems it was still relatively quiet outside. Carefully you walk down the hall slightly, where a map of the building you’re in is hanging. Looking it over, it seems that the building itself comes with only one major blind spot where you could get some privacy. Outside, on the back, the building seems to form a small U-shape, creating a small area in between four solid walls that is shielded from nearby view, almost like a dead-end alleyway. Even though it meant going outside, it felt like a necessity at this point, a matter of minutes and you’d be having a hands free orgasm in the middle of class.

With hurried steps you make your way down the stairs, each step making your chest shake uncomfortably, the bottom of your 36D’s rubbing against the class schedule you were cradling in your arms. Once at the ground level, you spot the back door that you first entered this building through, still clothed, only 2 hours ago. Taking a deep breath, you step through the door, trying not to think about the fact you’re going outside in the buff.

The moment the door swings open, the sensation of being au naturel in nature hits you. Wind shears past your hips, through your thigh gap. Your legs feel cold as the slight breeze begins drying up the nectar that had dripped down your legs earlier today. A gentle shiver travels through you as the hairs on your body stand up, goosebumps from the thrill and excitement. However, you can’t enjoy it for too long, getting to that secluded spot was your top priority. Hastily, you walk towards the side of the building, occasionally looking around to see if anybody was watching. Confident you were alone, you slip between the two brick walls of the building.

You round the corner, into the hidden nook, and to your surprise, come eye to eye with a guy, half-naked, pants on his ankles, leaning against the wall. His bare ass is turned your way and you see his hand move in rapid motions. Before you knew what was happening you let out a shriek of surprise. Completely caught off guard, he turns around, hand still wrapped around his large cock. A spray of pre-cum drips off it onto the ground as he just stares back at you.

For what feels like an eternity, you two lock eyes on each other’s bodies. You feel his gaze travel your curves, taking in your naked folds whilst you in turn stare at his tip, how it pulses rhythmically, eager to get a release. He was the first to break the silence, his deer-in-headlights stare turning to a confident smirk.

“Sorry, I wasn’t aware this school suddenly became co-ed, or I might’ve been a little more careful.”

He doesn’t however bother to cover up, or do anything other than give his shaft a very gentle squeeze. After cooling down from the outside air, your body is once more heating up rapidly as you stumble over your words, eyes unable to look away from his pulsing manhood.

“It’s…I…uhm…I didn’t…”

“Relax,” he interjected, “everyone at this school comes to get off here at one point or another. It’s about the only private spot with little risk of getting caught. I’m pretty sure even the school administration knows, but can’t be bothered to do anything about it.”

You can’t help but feel a bit more at ease as he puts it so bluntly. You both knew why you were both here, and him admitting to it felt reassuring. In fact, you felt bold enough to ask him: “Can I join?”

He grinned, and without even giving an answer you already knew what it was. Walking closer, you placed yourself opposite him against the wall, leaning against it, as your heart raced like a jackhammer. For the first time, you felt okay enough to look him in the eyes. They were a beautiful emerald green, contrasting against his tanned skin and dark curls. His chest was covered by a red-white varsity jacket and a plain white tee underneath. Even with how loose it was, you could make out the musculature underneath. Once again, for a moment, you were both locked into a horny stare, until he broke the silence.

“I’m Marcus, by the way.”

“H-heather.”

Marcus took the initiative for your little jerk-off session as he began to move his hand back and forth again, stroking his cock. It made a soft squelching sound as he did so, and you saw how his breath hitched every so often as it moved back and forth. Feeling horny and emboldened, you reached a hand between your legs, moving it toward your entrance. The instant you make contact, a surge of pleasure hits your body, as if it had been charging up ever since you got naked in the Dean’s office. Your eyes shoot backwards slightly as your knees buckle to the overwhelming feeling. Across from you, you can hear Marcus let out a small chuckle at your reaction.

“That pent up, huh?”

Looking back up, you can still see him stroking his erection, moving his hand back and forth. It seems he was equally pent up as his eyes also rolled back briefly, a throaty grunt escaping him. Emboldened by this, you move your hand back between your leg and this time manage to keep it there, running up and down gently. Your thumb finds your hooded clit and begins to gently rub it, playing with it.

Biting your bottom lip, you start to let yourself get lost in this pleasure, the rush of being outside whilst a guy was jerking off opposite you making you feel so alive and turned on. It almost felt unreal, your situation. Your thoughts wandered back to all those eyes on you, of Lee’s cum on your hands, and you feel that climax careening toward you at breakneck speeds. In a lustful haze, your hand furiously plays with your entrance, even a simple tease of it is enough to send sparks through your brain. As your mind short circuits, your orgasm grabs a hold of you and your body loses control over itself.

Pushing yourself off the wall behind you, you lean forward, head pressed against Marcus’s chest, his shirt providing little comfort for the hardness of his pectoral muscles. One hand rests against the wall behind him whilst the other gently helps your ride out your orgasm. Meanwhile Marcus doesn’t seem to stop. Instead the hand not stroking his cock grabs the back of your dark brown hair to hold your body close to him as he begins to unload his own orgasm onto your stomach, getting covered in cum for the second time today. It feels cold and refreshing as the wind gently blows against your stomach.

For the next few moments, the two of you just stand there, panting. Marcus is coming down from his post nut clarity as your brain is still a haze from the overwhelming orgasm you had. You feel as his chest gently pushes your head forward and back as the grip on your hair loosens. The both of you are too stunned by the experience to say anything.

The first one to move was you, as you gently raise your head, stumbling back to lean back against the wall opposite Marcus, panting and trying to collect your thoughts. As the ridiculousness of the situation sets in, you chuckle and Marcus follows suit whilst getting dressed, putting his quickly shrinking erection into his pants. Wiping strands of your hair out of your eyes, you look down at your stomach and start to feel slightly impressed at the size of his load. Having been so intimate gives you the confidence to blurt out:

“You must’ve been really pent up…”

For the first time, perhaps due to his post-orgasmic state, you see Marcus blush and be a bit shy.

“Y-yeah, I’ve been holding it in for a while now. Not much opportunity to get one out with my friends always around me.”

You watch as he pushes himself off the wall, tightening his belt as the final touch on his getting redressed. Standing up, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out some tissues, holding them out for you. Surprised by the thoughtfulness, you grab some and begin to wipe his deposits off your body. Slowly all traces of your steamy encounter begin to vanish, with the final trace that disappears being Marcus excusing himself and slipping back into the building.

Finally having a moment alone after that, you take a deep breath. Heat was still coursing through your veins, and thinking was still a bit of a slog, but that orgasm had definitely helped to pull your focus back. Putting a hand on your chest, you felt how your heart raced.

Slowly it settled, and you began to think of what your next class was again. That’s when you realized you’d lost your class schedule somewhere amidst the blur of incessant masturbation. Inspecting your surroundings with a brief panic, relief quickly replaces it as you spot it on the ground, seemingly still intact and fine. With that weight off your shoulders as quickly as it had appeared, you picked it up and looked at what was next, cursing as you read what it was: Biology in the Outdoors.