The school project

02 -Enjoying while 'asleep'

The air in Ned’s small dorm room was thick with the scent of old textbooks and the sudden, overwhelming musk of a professional athlete. Marcus had arrived straight from basketball practice, looking like a walking erotic fantasy. He was clad in a thin, grey sando that clung to his massive chest, the fabric slightly translucent, revealing the dark, perky circles of his n*****s. His white jersey shorts hung low on his hips, unable to conceal the heavy, six-inch flaccid weight of his c**k, which created a prominent, rounded bulge that swayed slightly as he moved.

For twenty minutes, they sat side-by-side on the bed, ostensibly discussing their term paper. Marcus, the sweet, naive himbo, was focused on the academic struggle, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was completely oblivious to the predatory hunger in Ned’s eyes. Ned played a dangerous game, his small hands venturing into Marcus’s space under the guise of friendly camaraderie. He began by massaging Marcus’s tree-trunk thighs, his fingers digging into the hard muscle. He let his hand drift upward, his fingertips secretly brushing and fingering the thick, dark hairs of Marcus’s exposed armpits whenever Marcus gestured with his arms.

Ned’s boldness grew. He leaned in, his thumb gently circling the peak of Marcus’s n****e through the grey fabric, feeling the muscle underneath twitch. He gave the massive biceps a sudden, firm squeeze, marveling at the rock-hard density. Finally, as they reached for a shared notebook, Ned let his hand "slip," his palm pressing firmly against the heavy bulge in Marcus’s shorts for a fleeting, electric second. Marcus didn't react, too preoccupied with the socio-economic theories he didn't quite understand, though a faint flush began to creep up his moreno neck.

"Man, my head is killing me," Marcus groaned, rubbing his temples. "I'm wiped. Ned, do you mind if I just crash here for a bit? I can't even think straight."

Ned’s heart hammered against his ribs. "Of course, Marcus. Take the bed."

Marcus collapsed onto the mattress, instinctively folding his massive arms behind his head to use his biceps as a pillow. The position was a gift; it flared his chest and left both of his wide, hairy armpits completely exposed and vulnerable. Within minutes, Marcus’s breathing deepened into a heavy sleep—or so Ned thought.

Ned waited, his breath shallow, before he began his worship. He started with the armpits. He leaned over, inhaling the raw, salty scent of sweat and masculinity. He pressed his tongue into the center of the dark forest of hair, licking the salt from Marcus's skin with slow, reverent strokes. He groaned softly, tasting the essence of the man he had lusted after for two years.

Oh god, he smells incredible, Ned thought, his tongue swirling around the hollow of Marcus's pit, savoring the musk.

Beneath him, Marcus’s eyes snapped open, but he froze. His heart began to race. What is... is Ned licking me? He felt a jolt of pure electricity shoot through his spine. He was terrified, confused, and deeply shy, but the sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt. He didn't want to stop him. He didn't want to admit that being worshipped by this petite, smart boy felt... right. He squeezed his eyes shut, pretending to be dead to the world, his body trembling slightly.

Ned moved down to the chest. He gripped Marcus’s perky n*****s, rolling them between his fingers before latching onto one with his mouth. He sucked hard, swirling his tongue around the dark areola, pulling the peak into his mouth. Marcus let out a silent, shuddering breath, his hips giving a microscopic twitch. It feels so good... why does it feel so good? Marcus wondered, his mind swirling in a haze of confusion and mounting horniness.

Ned’s hands migrated to Marcus’s thighs, kneading the massive muscles before sliding his hand toward the heat between them. He didn't strip him yet. Instead, Ned pressed his face directly against the white jersey shorts and the white briefs beneath. He inhaled deeply, smelling the pungent, masculine aroma of Marcus’s c**k and balls, filtered through the fabric. The scent was intoxicating—salty, musky, and heavy with the smell of a man who had been working hard.

Slowly, Ned peeled back the jersey shorts. Then, he reached for the waistband of the white briefs. As he pulled them down, he paused, rubbing his cheek against the cotton fabric. The briefs were already damp with a wet mark of precum, and because of Marcus's sheer size, the head of his c**k was already poking out, half-exposed.

Ned gasped. Now that it was emerging, he saw the true scale of it. As it hardened, it grew into a monstrous 9-inch pillar of moreno flesh, thick as a soda can. The dickhead was huge, a blunt, purple-hued crown pointing upwards, glistening with a bead of clear precum.

I can't believe it's this big, Ned thought, his mouth watering. It's a masterpiece.

Ned leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the leaking tip. Marcus’s hips gave a subtle, unconscious lift, a silent plea for more. Ned took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the rim. Then, he attempted the first deepthroat.

He went slow. He noticed the thickness was overwhelming, stretching his jaw to the limit. Ned began to mix Marcus’s thick precum with his own abundant saliva, coating the shaft to create a slick lubricant. He slid down, inch by inch, his eyes watering as he felt the girth filling his throat.

Push it in... please, just take it all, Marcus screamed internally, his mind racing. He was overwhelmed by the suction, the heat of Ned's mouth feeling like a vacuum. He felt a wave of frustration as Ned paused, struggling with the length. Don't stop... god, just suck it all!

For ten minutes, it was a battle of endurance. Ned worked methodically, sliding up and down, his throat muscles gripping the girthy shaft. He was in heaven, finally tasting the man he had idolized. Marcus was in agony and ecstasy, his toes curling, his breath hitching in his throat. He felt himself being edged—Ned would slide all the way down, then pull back just as Marcus reached the brink, only to dive back in.

I'm going to lose it... I can't take this, Marcus thought, his body shaking. He wanted to beg Ned to let him c*m, but his shyness held him prisoner. He loved the feeling of being dominated by the smaller man, the sensation of his massive c**k being conquered by Ned's mouth.

Ned sensed the tension. He increased the pace, his head bobbing rhythmically, the sound of wet, sloppy suction filling the quiet room. He focused on the base, using his hand to massage the heavy balls while his mouth worked the shaft. He pushed deeper and deeper, taking the full nine inches until he felt Marcus’s pelvic bone hit his chin.

Marcus couldn't hold back anymore. With a muffled groan that he tried to mask as a sleep-mumble, his body stiffened. He surged upward, and Ned didn't pull away. He clamped down hard, sucking with everything he had as Marcus erupted. Thick, hot ropes of c*m blasted into the back of Ned's throat, filling his mouth. Ned swallowed greedily, wanting every single drop of the moreno god.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Ned carefully cleaned Marcus up and pulled the clothes back into place. He waited a moment, then gently shook Marcus awake.

"Hey, Marcus. You awake? Let's finish that last section of the paper," Ned said, his voice innocent, though his lips were still swollen from the act.

Marcus opened his eyes, looking dazed and flushed. He didn't say a word. He couldn't. He just nodded, his heart still drumming in his chest. As they sat back up, Ned positioned himself closer, leaning his back against Marcus’s broad chest, his hand casually resting on Marcus’s thigh.

Marcus didn't move away. He didn't complain. He just sat there, a shy, confused, and thoroughly satisfied straight man, agreeing to everything Ned said until it was finally time to go home.