Pozzing the Frat Boy

[Hotload84]

I cruised the Student Center to find a dude worth GIFTING. I ran across a drunken frat boy in an adjacent stall.

From the way his trousers jiggled I knew what he was doing. I slid my tennie between our stalls. He unlatched his door, and I moved in quickly.

5’10,” 160, tousled light brown hair, baby face, silken complexion—not too shabby. I knelt to suck him. He reeked of beer and bourbon.

The kid was definitely soused. But some guys need that as a stimulus, and I figured his inebriation worked in my favor.

He had difficulty staying hard—till I reached beneath his balls and stuck a finger up his ass. His shaft jumped to attention. I knew exactly what he needed.

I suggested we’d be better off in a classroom, where there’d be no interruption, and we’d have room to play. I guided him up two floors, since he was none too steady, and took ample opportunity to work his ass.

He stood by, sheepish and embarrassed, till I found an unlocked door. We entered. The only illumination came from the yellow sodium lamps outside.

From behind I unzipped him, pulled down his jeans and briefs, and bent him over a table. I told him to relax, that I’d do all the work. I knelt and rimmed his sweaty drunken butt.

He loved it!

Next step (I’m so methodical), I aligned my drooling shaft against his butthole and probed him.

“Been fucked before?”

“Just sucked a lot.”

“Wanna try it?”

No response. He was open to persuasion. I gently pressed my cockhead into him.

“Ouuuuchh, Man! That hurts! Go easy!”

I inched into him a fraction at a time. When he was at last impaled, I held my turgid shaft at rest, letting him adjust.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah, Man. Go slow and easy.”

Patiently I withdrew till I was almost out of him, then inched back in. I paused again, awaiting some signal of discomfort. None came, so I picked up the pace till I was plowing him full blast.

Aroused, he groaned in passion. I had him thinking with his cock. I reached around to beat his pole. Considering what I had in store for him, I wanted him to enjoy it. He started bucking back as I plowed in.

“You ready for my load?”

"No, Man, don't Cum in me."

“Not Yet?”

I fucked another 10 minutes, aiming for his prostate. His moans grew strident.

Again I asked where he wanted it. He ground his drunken ass back against my pubes. The jism boiled in my balls.

"I GOT A SPECIAL PRESENT FOR YOU, BABY!"

I shot my POZ load up his pussy, simultaneously jerking him till he shot his seed all over the table.

I pulled out and rimmed his ass, savoring the noxious mix of contaminated jizm and his ass juice.

I slapped his butt. The deed was done, and I was sated. I told him to go first, that I’d stay behind, so as not to arouse suspicion. In the dark, we buckled up. We mumbled stupid sentiments of thanks. Through his drunken haze he felt ashamed, but that would pass. He bolted for the door.

Alone again, I knelt over the table and licked up his boy jism.

Driving home, I pictured him—back at the Frat House, in his bunk, hung over, trying to forget, my special TOKEN OF APPRECIATION brewing in his Mancunt.

[onlyraw]

Very hot, especially if the kid took a class in that classroom.... would be damn hard to concentrate on the professor with the image of being bent over and fucked and bred on the desk...