Exchange Student Sucks Off Handsome Classmate

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ST ANDREWS, SCOTLAND — I’m doing a year-long student exchange at St Andrews, the oldest university in Scotland. Tonight, I’m drunk. There’s not much else to do in this town except hang out at the student pub. I’m enjoying the anonymity that comes with being in new surroundings, when this blue-eyed, blond guy comes up to me and says, ‘I think you’re really hot. Take that however you will.’ Then he tells me that he and his friend have been checking out ‘Spanish and Hispanic boys’, and although I am neither of these, I smile contentedly.

I suggest we leave the pub and go for a walk. Naturally, we’re at his apartment next. I use the toilet and inspect my appearance. When I’m done, he’s outside the door and pulls me into his bedroom. I’ve never had my head held so firmly in someone’s hands before while kissing, and it makes me very hard. There are posters of Justin Bieber and Zac Efron covering the walls. I make a joke about how difficult it is to shit while wearing suspenders as I take mine off.

Soon, I’m lying on my back, and he’s on top of me, taking off his shirt. I can tell he used to be quite muscled, but hasn’t exercised in a while. He notices me looking at his torso, and mistakes my fascination for scrutiny. ‘Sorry, I haven’t been to the gym for a while. I hope it’s okay,’ he says. My mouth is already watering at the sight of his blond chest hair. Then, his pants and boxers are off, and he’s on his back. I kiss a trail down his chest and lick around his navel before continuing down to his dick, which is uncut and fairly small. I’m all over it though, giving the sloppiest drunken blowjob of my life.

I take off my jeans and rub my erect dick against his leg, and though I don’t think he’s crazy about the proceedings, I’m having a pretty good time. At one point, he starts rubbing his cock along my crack, pressing up against my hole. I tell him to stop. I take his hand in mine and suck on his index finger. I can tell he likes that. He whispers in my ear that he wishes I were sucking on his dick again. I slide back under the covers and resume my blowjob, less sloppy now as I’ve sobered up.

I can tell he’s getting close because of his breathing. When he asks me where I want it, I tell him to cum in my mouth. He strokes it a few times, and I take his cock back inside. After a couple more pumps on it, his cum is in my mouth, but I don’t stop until he moves my head away. He gets up to go to the toilet, as I continue to masturbate furiously. When he gets back, he’s wearing a bathrobe. ‘Is it terrible if I ask you to leave?’ he says. ‘I’ve got a tennis match in the morning, and I need to rest.’ It’s 4:30 AM. I want to cum so badly, but I tell him it’s fine.

As I’m walking home dejected and slightly queasy, he sends me a text, thanking me for the good night. I ignore it. I get to my room and gag a bit into the sink before going to sleep. Early the next morning, the fire drill wakes me, but as soon as I get back to my room, I masturbate and cum twice. In the coming months, we won’t be making eye contact when we see each other on the street, but I will still jerk off to the thought of his blond chest hair and his cock between my lips.

Published on 20 June 2011