Pity fucked by a stud classmate

(All characters over 18)

By this point in the year, I’d been pretty consistent in the gym for a while and I was pretty proud of my results. But no one in our campus community could compare to Nick. Nick was one of the rare few who had both the perfect body and the perfect face and we’d known about him long before he blew up on social media.

Even if I already knew he lived on campus, I still found it a little surprising when one night, a couple of friends and I somehow drifted over to a gathering he had in his dorm room, which was in the next building over. He was wearing a black tank with grey gym shorts, perfectly at ease with being the center of attention. Just like his online persona, he was relaxed, in control, and coolly detached from everything. But in person, he was also really extroverted and friendly.

I tried not to be too obvious when looking over that crazy body and to play it cool. It got late, and somehow I was the last person in the room with him. We sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, just shooting the shit.

Not long after we were alone, he turned to me and said:

“Yknow, I get hit on by guys all the time too and that’s cool and all. But out of all of them you actually seemed pretty straight to me at first.”

I was stunned. Nick laughed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. But you were looking at me all night.” I guess I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought in my glances. Nick was so obviously used to things like this that I was a little embarrassed.

Before I could blurt out an apology, Nick casually grabbed my wrist. Then, without any change in his relaxed expression, he brought my hand over on top of his thin shorts, and pressed it firmly into the bulge in between his legs. I tried to sputter out some protest as he looked down at my hand almost curiously and firmly rubbed my palm up and down his soft junk. “This is what you wanted, right?” he asked. I looked at him cautiously, even as my heart raced from having this dream dude in my closed hand.

Sensing my panic, he continued: “I mean, you’re obviously not a bad looking dude and you have a pretty good body. If you’re still willing to be that down bad for another dude then I’d feel kinda bad to not give you something,” he said, as he uncrossed his legs and yanked his shorts and briefs off.

My head exploded as I set my eyes on his flaccid dick, which was trimmed nicely. Nick, still calm and in control, lifted a single finger and motioned to his exposed crotch, and opened his legs slightly. Then he simply said:

“Get your face in there.”

I was embarrassed by how quickly I dived in on that command. Nick took it in his stride. Every time I glanced up, there he was, looking down at me like he was looking at his shoes. I heard his vape pen crackling as he took a long drag while watching me take him in my mouth like my life depended on it. I was already rock-hard in my own shorts, intoxicated by the bitter musk of the hormones that filled his brain with that cocky attitude.

Slowly but surely, Nick somehow grew a semi in my mouth as I slipped my tongue over his head. He took another hit of the vape. Even while doing that, he looked perfect, if not even hotter. This time, he didn’t bother to turn away as he exhaled, letting the fruit-scented mist sink over me.

“Guys like you always end up being the best at sucking cock.” Hearing this, I looked up at Nick with surprise from between his thick thighs. But he wasn’t looking back down at me. He picked up his phone and started to scroll through TikTok, and held the vape to his mouth with his other hand.