The school project

08 - Taking Control... or Not?

The week had passed in a blur of tension and anticipation. For Marcus, every lecture and every glance from Ned felt like a countdown. When he found the small package tucked into his backpack, he didn't even have to read the note twice to know who it was from.

In the privacy of the bathroom, Marcus stripped off his usual clothes and slid into the garments. The white stringer sando was ridiculously cut; the armholes were so deep they exposed the sides of his ribs and left his dark, perky n*****s completely uncovered, barely clinging to the center of his chest. The boxer briefs were a nightmare of transparency, the thin white fabric clinging to his thighs and leaving the massive, heavy silhouette of his c**k clearly visible. He pulled the white cotton shorts over them, though they did little to hide the bulk. Finally, he slipped on the blackout eyemask.

The darkness was immediate, turning his other senses up to a roar. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly hard as he walked back to the classroom and then followed Ned onto the bus.

The bus was nearly empty, the hum of the engine the only sound as they claimed a seat in the second to last row. Marcus leaned back, the eyemask sealing him in a void. "I'm just gonna rest," he murmured, the signal they both understood.

He didn't have to wait. Almost instantly, he felt the heat of Ned’s breath against his skin. Ned started with the n*****s, his tongue swirling around the dark peaks that the sando failed to cover. Slurp... lick... The wetness was electric. Ned moved upward, burying his face in Marcus’s armpits, inhaling the scent of his musk and licking the coarse hair with a greedy intensity.

Fuck, he’s already at it. I can feel my heart hammering against my ribs. God, the way he sucks on my nipples... it’s like he’s trying to eat me alive. I’m already rock hard just from this. I can feel my c**k pulsing against the thin fabric of those boxers. I want him down there. Now. Marcus thought to himself.

Ned could feel the heat radiating from Marcus’s lap. He noticed the massive, rigid tent pushing against the white cotton shorts. But instead of diving in, Ned leaned close to Marcus’s ear, his voice a sultry, commanding whisper.

"Hi hotty. Let's try it differently today," Ned breathed. "Please put both of your hands on my head and guide me in pleasuring your now hard d**k. You can be rough or gentle. You can make me swill my tongue over its length or focus on pleasuring your mushroom d**k head. You can be slow or fast. You don't need to talk, just guide my head—position your hand at the back of my head and my nape... but if you want to c*m, just press my shoulder. If I agree, I'll squeeze your knee as approval. Please?"

Marcus was momentarily stunned. The idea of being the one in control, of physically directing Ned’s mouth, sent a surge of heat straight to his groin. Before he could even process the request, Ned was already sliding down, his hands reaching up to grab Marcus’s wrists and placing them firmly on the sides of his head.

As Ned freed the nine-inch monster from the translucent briefs, Marcus felt the first hot, wet contact. Shluck.

Marcus’s hands were surprisingly gentle as he held Ned’s head. Since he was sitting on the right and Ned was on the left, he used his left hand to control the depth, pushing Ned’s head down for those deep, throat-filling plunges he loved. With his right hand, he began to communicate the finer details. He drew a straight line with his pointing finger down Ned's neck, signaling for Ned to make his tongue pointy and focus exclusively on the sensitive slit of the dickhead.

Slurp... gluck... suck...

The sounds were obscene, echoing in the quiet bus. Marcus felt a wave of power, guiding Ned to swirl his tongue around the sensitive rim of the glans before plunging him back down.

Marcus used his left hand to push Ned’s head in a rhythmic, demanding pace, feeling the suction tighten around his head. With his right hand, he made a circular motion, commanding Ned to swirl his tongue around the girthy shaft. He could feel the heat building in his balls, a familiar pressure that signaled the approach of a climax. He guided Ned to suck harder, the wet sounds filling his ears. His hips gave a small, involuntary jerk as he reached the peak. He gently pressed his hand onto Ned’s shoulder, waiting for the signal. He waited for the squeeze on his knee, but it never came. Realizing he wasn't allowed to finish, Marcus gently eased Ned’s head back, slowing the pace to a teasing crawl to keep himself from spilling.

Damn, I almost lost it right there. He’s really sticking to the rules. I have to slow him down or I'm gonna blow my load without permission.

After a few minutes of slow teasing, Marcus decided to go deep again. He used his left hand to guide Ned’s head with a steady pressure, loving the way Ned’s throat constricted around his nine-inch length. He then gestured with his hand like a sucking mouth, signaling Ned to focus on the mushroom head. The friction was intense, and the thick strings of precum began to leak heavily, lubricating the slide. He felt the orgasm building again, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over him. He pressed Ned’s shoulder firmly, his breath hitching in his throat. Again, there was no squeeze on his knee. Marcus sighed, guiding Ned to just lick the head of his c**k slowly, fighting the urge to thrust.

Fuck, it’s even harder this time. I can feel the c*m just sitting there, ready to pop. Ned is a tease, but god, I love how he takes all of me.

Marcus shifted his focus, using his right hand to draw a straight line down Ned's neck. Ned immediately obeyed, sharpening his tongue and drilling it right into the slit of the dickhead. The sensation was so precise it made Marcus's toes curl inside his shoes. He slowly increased the speed with his left hand, guiding Ned into a series of fast, shallow sucks. The build-up was rapid, and he felt his muscles tense up. He pressed the shoulder again, almost pleading with the pressure of his hand. No squeeze. Marcus immediately stopped using his pointing finger and just laid it flat on Ned’s head, signaling him to stop using his tongue temporarily to let the feeling subside.

He’s playing with me. I know he is. I’m practically begging him, and he’s just staying silent.

The risk of the elderly passengers five rows away made Marcus even hornier. He used his left hand to guide Ned back into a deep, guttural rhythm, the gluck-gluck sounds muffled by the bus engine. He signaled with his right hand for a circular swirl, feeling the precum flowing more freely now, making every slide feel like silk. He pushed Ned’s head deep, holding him there for a few seconds to feel the fullness of the throat. The pressure in his groin became unbearable, and he pressed the shoulder hard. Still, no squeeze. Marcus gently pulled Ned’s head away and laid his hand flat on Ned's head, forcing a temporary pause.

My c**k is so sensitive I can barely stand it, but the fact that he won't let me just makes me want it more.

Marcus decided to be more aggressive with his guidance. He pushed Ned’s head in and out with a fast, wet pace using his left hand, the slurping sounds becoming more audible. He gestured the "sucking mouth" with his right hand, demanding Ned focus on the glans. He loved the feeling of Ned struggling slightly to accommodate his girth, the suction becoming vacuum-like. He felt the climax rushing toward him like a freight train. He pressed the shoulder with a desperate intensity, his body shaking. No squeeze. Marcus quickly guided Ned to a slow, swirling tongue motion to keep the orgasm at bay.

I’m gonna lose it. I’m actually gonna lose it. If he doesn't let me c*m soon, I might just explode right in his mouth regardless of the rules.

He guided Ned to use more tongue, drawing the straight line again to focus on the slit while simultaneously using his left hand to push for deep sucks. The combination of the two was overwhelming, and Marcus felt his hips bucking involuntarily. He was leaking so much precum that it was dripping onto Ned's chin, which Ned greedily swallowed. He felt the peak approaching again, the pleasure turning into a sharp, needy ache. He pressed the shoulder, waiting with bated breath. No squeeze. Marcus guided Ned to just hold the head of his c**k in his mouth, laying his hand flat on Ned's head to stop the tongue movement.

god, the way he looks up at me—even if I can't see him—I can feel his hunger. It’s addictive.

Marcus guided Ned into a long, slow deepthroat, using his left hand to hold him at the very back of the throat for as long as possible. He loved the feeling of being completely engulfed, the heat of Ned's throat squeezing his shaft. He slowly began to thrust his hips, guiding Ned’s head to meet him halfway. The friction was perfect, and he felt the orgasm beginning to ripple through his balls. He pressed the shoulder firmly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. No squeeze. Marcus gently guided Ned to slow down, focusing on the base of the c**k to distract himself.

I’m shaking. I’m actually shaking. I’ve never been this worked up in my life. Ned is a f*****g genius at this.

As the tension reached a breaking point, Ned began to get naughtier. Marcus used his left hand to try and pull Ned’s head back to slow the pace, but Ned resisted, stubbornly pushing deeper into Marcus's throat, forcing a deepthroat that made Marcus gasp. Marcus tried to stop the tongue play by laying his right hand flat on Ned's head, but Ned ignored the signal, intensifying the swirling motion of his tongue against the glans. The defiance sent a jolt of electricity through Marcus, making him produce a flood of precum. He felt the c*m building up to a critical mass, his heart throbbing in his c**k. He pressed the shoulder with everything he had, his fingers digging into Ned's skin. No squeeze. Marcus let out a muted moan, barely able to keep his composure as Ned continued to stubbornly suck.

What the f**k is he doing? He's ignoring me! He knows I'm right on the edge and he's just... pushing harder. God, it feels so f*****g good when he's this greedy.

As the bus neared the stop, Marcus gave it everything. He guided Ned’s head in a frantic, deep-throating motion, but Ned took total control, ignoring the left hand's attempts to regulate the depth and plunging himself down as far as he could go. Marcus desperately signaled for the tongue to stop, laying his hand flat, but Ned responded by intensifying the pointy-tongue stimulation on the slit, swirling and flicking with a stubborn hunger. He was hovering on the absolute precipice, his body rigid, his toes curling, his c**k leaking uncontrollably. He pressed the shoulder one last time, a desperate, final plea for release. He waited, his entire existence focused on the possibility of a squeeze on his knee. Nothing. Marcus had to use all his strength to guide Ned to a stop, his heart hammering against his ribs as the bus hissed to a halt.

You little s**t. You absolute little freak. I am so f*****g hard it hurts, and you’re just going to leave me like this? I’m going to make you pay for this later.