The school project

11- Not Yet Done...

They ate dinner sitting on the floor of the dorm, the air still heavy with the lingering scent of their previous session. Ned leaned his petite frame against Marcus’s massive, warm body, feeling the radiating heat of the moreno’s skin. Marcus focused on his meal, using both hands to eat, while Ned was far more distracted. Ned used only one hand for his food; the other was a restless instrument of teasing. He spent the meal massaging the rock-hard muscle of Marcus’s thigh, his fingers digging into the dense flesh. He would periodically reach up to squeeze Marcus’s thick bicep, marveling at the sheer size of him. Between bites of dinner, Ned’s fingers wandered upward, gently pinching Marcus’s dark, perky n*****s through the air, and he leaned in frequently to deeply inhale the salty, masculine musk of Marcus’s exposed armpits.

When dinner ended, Marcus mentioned going home, but the pull of the other was too strong. Ned suggested Marcus to stay to watch a movie for their individual reaction paper projects. Marcus agreed instantly. They converted the sofa into a day bed, leaning their backs against the wall. As the night progressed, the dorm grew chilly, the air turning crisp. Ned covered himself with a thick blanket, then looked at Marcus, who sat there shivering slightly, clad only in those sheer boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. When Ned asked if he wanted to share the blanket, Marcus agreed without hesitation, his body still humming with unresolved horniness.

For the first ten minutes of the film, they lay side by side, covered from neck to feet. Under the sanctuary of the fabric, Ned’s hands became a blur of motion. He massaged Marcus’s n*****s with rhythmic precision, his thumbs circling the tips before pinching them sharply. He slid his palms over Marcus’s broad chest, down his flat, hard tummy, and gripped his thick thighs. Marcus felt his c**k throb violently, the friction of the boxers against his glans becoming almost unbearable. Overwhelmed by the need to surrender, Marcus closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, pretending to be asleep to signal his submission.

Ned caught on immediately. He leaned closer, his voice a low, illicit whisper. "You're so hot, Marcus. I hope you're deeply asleep. I'll go inside the blanket and be in between your thighs and suck you. I hope you facefuck me throughout the film and make you c*m without you begging."

Marcus’s heart hammered against his ribs. God, yes. Just do it. Take me, he thought, his mind racing with the thrill of the arrangement. He remained still, giving Ned the silent permission he craved.

Ned slid beneath the blanket, disappearing into the dark, warm space between Marcus’s legs. The first contact was a wet, hot lap of the tongue across the head of Marcus’s c**k. Slurp... lap... Marcus’s eyes snapped open, though he kept his head back against the wall. He felt Ned’s mouth envelop him, the heat and suction immediate and intense. Gluck... schlick...

As the movie played on, the space under the blanket became a private sanctuary of filth. Marcus took control, his hips beginning to move. He started with slow, deep plunges, pushing his nine-inch shaft deep into Ned’s throat. Gluck, gluck, gluck... He loved the feeling of Ned’s throat tightening around him, the way the smaller man simply accepted every inch. Marcus began to vary the style, shifting from slow, agonizing grinds to fast, aggressive thrusts. He pushed Ned’s head down hard, face-f*****g him with a primal intensity, feeling the wetness of Ned’s saliva coating his entire shaft. Schlick... slurp... pop...

This is incredible, Marcus thought, his mind clouded with lust. I can feel him swallowing me whole. I want to break him with this. He focused on the rhythm, intentionally slowing down whenever he felt the crest of an orgasm approaching. He wanted to endure, to stretch the pleasure until it became a physical ache. He would thrust deep, hold it for a second, and then pull back slowly, listening to the muffled, needy moans coming from beneath the blanket. Mmmph... gluck...

The frustration built like a pressure cooker. Marcus’s muscles locked, his thighs trembling as he continued to drive himself into Ned’s mouth. He played with the depth, just teasing the tip, other times plunging so deep that he could feel Ned gagging slightly, which only made Marcus harder. I'm going to explode, he realized, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I've been edged all day. Hours of torture earlier, the bus, the library... I'm so f*****g backed up.

As the movie reached its climax, so did Marcus. He stopped holding back, his hips snapping forward in a series of violent, powerful thrusts. He didn't care about endurance anymore; he only cared about release. He gripped the blanket, his knuckles white, as he drove his c**k into Ned one last time, pinning him down.

"Oh... oh god!" Marcus let out a strangled moan as his body finally gave way.

The release was volcanic, a direct result of the agonizing denial he'd suffered since the afternoon. Marcus felt his prostate contract violently, sending a massive, pulsing jet of c*m deep into Ned’s throat. Splurt... gluck... He didn't stop at one; the reservoir of seed built up from hours of edging erupted in a torrent.

One... he counted internally as the first thick wave hit the back of Ned's throat. Two... three... His hips continued to jerk involuntarily, thrusting deep into Ned's mouth with every pulse. Four... five... six... The sheer volume was staggering. He felt the hot, viscous liquid filling Ned’s mouth to the brim, the sound of heavy, desperate swallowing echoing under the blanket. Gluck... slurp... gulp...

Seven... eight... nine... Marcus’s vision blurred, his entire body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. He felt the pressure finally leaving his loins, but the flow wouldn't stop. Ten... eleven... twelve... He was pumping out potent, creamy doses of c*m, the most he had ever produced in his life. Thirteen... fourteen... fifteen!

With a final, agonizingly pleasurable spasm, the last dose erupted, leaving Marcus completely hollowed out. He collapsed back against the wall, his chest heaving, his muscles feeling like jelly. Under the blanket, Ned didn't pull away until the very last drop had been spent, swallowing every single bit of Marcus’s essence with a final, loud gulp.

As the blanket shifted, Marcus quickly closed his eyes, slowing his breathing to maintain the pretense that he was still deeply asleep. He felt Ned emerge from the warmth, the cool air hitting his damp skin.

Ned leaned in close, his voice a sultry, satisfied purr. "You did such a good job, Marcus. God, you gave me so many full doses... so much hot, thick c*m. I can still taste you all over my tongue." Ned let out a soft, needy sigh, his breath warm against Marcus's ear. "I wish you'd just sleep here tonight. I want you to stay so I can suck you again and again until you're completely dry."

Hearing those words, a surge of energy is felt by Marcus - energy he thought is already depleted from the hours of edging and s****l torture he endured... or enjoyed?

To be continued...