The school project

07 - Day is not yet done...

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The door to Ned’s dorm clicked shut, sealing them away from the rest of the university. The air in the room was already heavy, the humidity of the afternoon clinging to their skin. They had a term paper to finish, but the "project" had evolved into something far more carnal. Marcus stripped down to nothing but a pair of tight white briefs, the fabric stretched thin over his massive thighs and the heavy, pulsing bulge of his nine-inch c**k.

They spread their books and laptops across the floor, but the academic focus was a facade. For Marcus, the afternoon became a rhythmic cycle of fake exhaustion and genuine ecstasy. Every time his eyelids fluttered shut and his breathing deepened into a simulated slumber, it was a silent command: Take me.

Round One: The Awakening Worship

The first time happened barely thirty minutes into their session. Marcus leaned back against the side of the bed, his muscular arms draped over his head, exposing his wide, hairy armpits. He let his eyes close, his chest heaving slowly.

Ned didn't hesitate. He crawled over, his eyes scanning the landscape of Marcus’s body with a hunger that bordered on obsession. He started with the biceps, licking the salty skin of Marcus’s flexed arms, his tongue swirling around the peak of the muscle.

"God, you're so f*****g built," Ned whispered, his voice a low, predatory rasp. "I can't stop thinking about how much space you take up. Every inch of you is just... perfect."

Ned moved upward, burying his face in Marcus’s right armpit. He inhaled deeply, the scent of musk and man filling his lungs. He began to lick the thick patches of dark hair, his tongue probing the deep hollow of the pit. Slurp... lick... The sound was wet and obscene in the quiet room.

"I love these," Ned groaned against the skin. "Your armpits are so wide, so hairy... they smell like a real man. I want to drown in this scent."

Ned shifted, his mouth finding Marcus’s chest. He captured a dark, perky n****e, sucking it hard into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the areola before biting down gently. Marcus’s hips gave a small, involuntary twitch. Ned chuckled, sliding his hand down to the white briefs. He didn't even take them off; he just pushed the fabric aside, freeing the massive, throbbing shaft.

"You have no idea how many times I've stared at this bulge in class," Ned whispered, his breath hot against the shaft. "Even when it was soft, it was huge. I used to just sit there, salivating, wondering what it would feel like to actually have it in my mouth. I was so f*****g jealous of Professor Miller... I honestly thought he was secretly sucking you off in his office just to give you a passing grade. I wanted to kill him just for the thought of him tasting you."

Marcus thought, Professor Miller? Holy s**t, he actually thought that? That's crazy. But damn, the way he's talking... it's making me so hard. I love that he's this obsessed with me. Just keep talking, Ned. Tell me more about how much you want me.

Ned dove in, his mouth enveloping the head with a loud, wet shluck. He sucked with a needy, slutty intensity, his cheeks hollowing as he tried to pull as much of the girth as possible into his throat. With a final, deep plunge that hit the back of Ned's throat, Marcus erupted. A thick, hot stream of c*m blasted into Ned’s mouth. Ned swallowed every drop, making loud, greedy gulping sounds.

Round Two: The Tactile Exploration

Two hours later, Marcus "dozed off" again. This time, he lay flat on his back, legs slightly parted. Ned approached him not with haste, but with a slow, methodical greed.

He started with Marcus’s abs, his tongue tracing the deep grooves of the muscle, licking the sweat that had gathered in the valley of his stomach. He moved down to the thighs, kissing the thick, powerful muscles that could easily crush him.

"You're so fat and strong," Ned murmured, his hand gripping Marcus’s thigh. "You know, you're like a legend among the gays at school, Marcus. Everyone talks about you. They all want a piece of you. I feel like the luckiest guy on campus getting to actually pleasure you like this."

Ned reached for the white briefs, pulling them down just enough to expose the base of the c**k and the hairy skin of the groin. He began to lick the base, his tongue swirling around the balls, tasting the salty skin. Then, he focused on the tip, licking the bead of clear precum that had leaked out.

"Your precum tastes so sweet," Ned whispered, licking the drop clean. "Tell me, Marcus... who was the first lucky gay guy to worship you? Who got to suck this monster first? Or am I the first one to really get a taste of how generous you are with your body?"

Marcus in his mind, I can't believe he's asking me that while I'm 'asleep.' I'm not telling him s**t, but f**k, it feels good to be the center of attention. He's so desperate for me. I can feel my c**k pulsing. Just keep sucking, you little slut.

Ned began to suck, but this time it was a teasing, edging rhythm. He would take the head deep, then pull back just as Marcus began to moan. The tension built until Marcus couldn't take it. He thrust his hips upward, forcing Ned to take the full nine inches. He climaxed in a violent, pulsing release that left him shaking.

Round Three: The Deep-Dive Devotion

The third round happened as the sun began to dip. Marcus fell "asleep" while sitting up against the bed.

Ned didn't waste time. He went straight for the armpits again, licking the hair and inhaling the musk. "I wish you were my permanent project partner, Marcus. Imagine... every afternoon, just like this. I'd spend hours just tasting you."

Ned slid down, his head disappearing between Marcus’s legs. He performed a deepthroat technique that was purely professional, his throat opening up to accommodate the girth. Gluck... slurp... gluck...

"I'm so thankful you're so horny for me," Ned mumbled around the shaft, pulling back for a second. "And the way you can last so long when I edge you... it's incredible. And then you still c*m so much. I don't know how you do it, but I love it."

Marcus flattered, He's right, I am pretty f*****g generous. I love how he's practically begging for more. It's kind of a rush knowing I can just keep giving it to him and he'll just keep swallowing. I'm gonna blow again, and I'm gonna make him take every bit of it.

Ned sensed the climax. He reached up and gripped Marcus’s biceps, squeezing them hard as he sucked the c**k to the root. Marcus let out a muffled groan, his body arching as he filled Ned’s throat with a massive, creamy torrent of c*m.

Round Four: The Sensory Overload

By the fourth round, the room was stifling. Marcus was drenched in sweat, his white briefs now translucent. He drifted off for the fourth time, his head lolling to the side.

Ned started by kissing Marcus’s neck, then moved to the chest, licking the sweat off his pectorals. He spent a long time on the n*****s, sucking them until they were bright red and swollen.

"You're so responsive," Ned whispered. "I can't believe you can c*m multiple times in one day. You rewarded me in the library... in the bus... and now the fourth round in my room... You're like a f*****g machine, Marcus. I'm so lucky I get to be the one to drain you."

Ned moved down, his tongue tracing the line of Marcus’s V-cut. He began to suck with a fast, frantic pace, his tongue working in circles around the head while his hand pumped the base.

"I have this fantasy, Marcus," Ned whispered, his voice trembling. "I imagine bringing you to my circle of gay friends. I can see it now... all of us worshipping you at once. Two of my friends, one on each side, sucking your n*****s and licking your armpits, while another one is just playing with your heavy balls... and I'd be right here, deepthroating you, taking every inch of this fat c**k while you just moan for us."

Marcus getting hornier for Ned's fantasy, Wait, what? A whole group of them? That's... that's actually kind of hot. The thought of all those mouths on me... f**k, I'm getting hard just thinking about it. Ned is a little freak, but he's my favorite little freak.

Marcus erupted with a force that nearly choked Ned, the c*m hitting the back of his throat in thick, hot pulses. Ned swallowed greedily, his eyes closed in bliss.

Round Five: The Final Surrender

The final round occurred just as they were supposedly "finishing" the paper. Marcus let out a long sigh and closed his eyes for the fifth and final time.

Ned was beyond exhausted, but the sight of Marcus—muscular, sweaty, and smelling of s*x—gave him a second wind. He began a full-body worship. He licked Marcus’s biceps, his chest, his abs, and spent a long, lingering time in the armpits.

"I'm never going to get over you," Ned whispered. "You're the most perfect man I've ever seen. I love every single hair, every muscle, every drop of c*m you give me. Thank you for being so generous with your body, Marcus. Thank you for letting me do this. I wish you will be my project partner for the years... you can just lie here and your c**k and c*m will be enough contribution."

He dove into the briefs for the final time. This was the most desperate suck of the afternoon. Ned was needy, his mouth working with a frantic, slutty energy. He sucked the c**k with everything he had, his tongue flicking wildly, his throat opening wide to take the entire nine inches.

As Marcus reached the peak, Ned reached up and pinched Marcus’s n*****s with a sharp, sudden intensity. The pain and pleasure collided, sending Marcus over the edge.

He let out a loud, guttural moan, his hips thrusting violently into Ned’s mouth. He released a final, massive load, the most potent of the day. Ned took it all, swallowing with a series of loud, wet gulps, his face smeared with a bit of white.

As Ned pulled away, he leaned in and whispered, "Project's progress for today is done. We can wrat it up for now."

Marcus opened his eyes, looking completely spent, his body humming with a satisfaction he had never known. He looked at Ned—small, petite, and utterly devoted—and smiled internally.