It’s pouring rain outside, the weather is hot and humid, and the heart is equally hot. It’s rare that no one is in the dormitory, so I’m going to take this opportunity to go on a pornographic website and see all kinds of strong men.
However, this was not to be. Just as I was getting angry and was about to pull out my phone, I heard the sound of a key in the door… Luckily, I had locked it. I had to jump out of the site, and then Daseong pushed his way through the door looking drunk and wet – he had been caught drinking by his classmates again.
Dacheng studied with me for two years and came up from the south. His personality is quite straightforward and unpretentious. He has a habit that makes me feel “blessed”, that is, he “dislikes” wearing clothes. Whenever the weather gets a little warmer, he always wears a pair of gym shorts indoors, or even a pair of underwear.
The summer I first moved here, seeing a burly man with hardly any fabric on him open the door for me really scared me silly – I didn’t think the heavens would favor me that much. Since then, every morning I woke up extra early in order to see the flag-raising ceremony held in the morning by the senior in the opposite bed – judging from the tight little panties, the senior’s bag should not be small.
As soon as he came in, as usual, he took off his half-wet T-shirt and jeans, leaving only a pair of small white panties that were also soaked through, which were tightly attached to his tight buttocks, and the almost transparent panties allowed me to have a full view of his beautiful buttocks. Although he wasn’t tall, his status on the judo team gave him the standard broad-shouldered, waisted inverted triangle figure. As I watched him, my cock was already sticking out.
As he bent down to look for toiletries, I could almost reach his buttocks as they rose up. Then he tied a towel around his waist and went to the public bathroom next door to take a shower upside down… This was even more exciting to me than the photos on the internet of men who don’t move…
A short while later, my senior came in with a towel on, and the scent of shower gel greeted me. Leaving the washbasin aside, he climbed the stairs to bed and dropped a line to me, who was still roaming on the Internet, “Brother, wake me up at 7:30,” he said!
I have homeschooling tonight.”
I looked at his beautifully shaped calves going up the ladder and answered, “Oh.” It wasn’t long before I heard a whine coming from the bed.
Still thinking back to the senior’s approaching ass, while continuing to search the Internet, only at this time the attraction of that scratchy foreign goods suddenly greatly reduced.
When the ghost is obsessed, time passes very fast, not a moment to glance at the clock hand is nearly 7:30. I shouted upward: “Senior, it’s 7:30!”
Hue and cry.
From past experience, it’s hard to wake up a senior once he’s asleep, not to mention he’s just been drinking again, so I think I’d better climb up and call him.
“Senior…” Even if I didn’t climb up the ladder, once I did, my dick almost got stuck on the ladder. I saw the Senior naked, on his side, with only a loosely tied towel hanging from his waist. His body was rising and falling as he breathed, as if he was radiating heat.
From my side, looking at the soles of his feet, it was easy to see that he wasn’t wearing any underwear at all – he must have finished his shower, put on a towel, and climbed up to sleep, and I could almost see his balls through the gaps in the towel that didn’t cover them tightly!
I suppressed my arousal and climbed up a bit, standing on the ladder and carefully shaking his hairy legs, “Sir, it’s 7:30…”
Rolled over on his back and the whining continued.
With this flip, not only was my senior’s well-trained body exposed in front of my eyes, but his towel, which was about to be loosened, even slipped off, symbolically catching on his protruding front crotch. Not only could I see the delicate roots of his firm thighs, his flat and tight belly, and the side of his hipbones and the area around his groin, which appeared to be whiter and more tender due to less exposure to the sun, but even the hairs around his penis were also scrambling to emerge from the edges of the towel.
I was about to get a nosebleed and my heart was about to burst. I climbed onto the bed, trembling with nervousness and caution, bracing myself so that I wouldn’t wake him up by pressing against him, and even more daringly, I put my hand back on his thigh and gently shook it: “Senior… Senior Dacheng…” He still didn’t get up, but because of this shaking, the towel slid down a couple of inches, and his penis was just out of my sight. His penis was just a stone’s throw away from my eyes, almost ready to come out. The heat of the muscles touching me was like an electric current, heating up my arousal.
Desire was stirred to this point, and boldness grew. Without a second thought, I climbed onto the bed with my entire body and painstakingly braced myself, with Senpai’s entire steaming body right underneath me. I could clearly feel his body heat, and mixed with the smell of wine, shower gel aroma and male body odor, an inexplicable and tantalizing smell that deeply stirred the bottom line of my lust.
I rested my hand on his shoulder, still confirming a gentle shake, only to see the senior still dead drunk and unresponsive. My palm slowly slid down along the curve of his body, sweeping over his collarbone, between his neck, and arriving at his chest, which was rising and falling due to his breathing. Nervousness intensified the visual and tactile stimulation, and I felt my fingertips sucking on Senpai’s skin rather sensitively. Brushing lightly over his broad chest, they rested on his dark red, slightly protruding nipples. I gently kneaded his nipples, feeling his touch and shape with my fingers, imagining that his supposedly sensitive tips were making my nipples tingle as well.
The unspeakable itch made me lean down and boldly lick gently at his nipple on the other side, as well as the rolling skin around his chest. My tongue is more sensitive than my fingertips, and by lending a wet, slippery, different angle to the teasing, I can almost reconstruct a map of sensitivity intertwined with ecstasy.
At the same time, my other hand was cruising downward. Even though his whole body was in a state of extreme relaxation, the muscles of his body showed a mixture of masculinity, yet exceptionally soft and beautiful lines. My hand roamed around his lower back, abdomen, and waist, feeling the subtle sensations reflected from his sometimes taut, sometimes loose, sometimes rough, sometimes delicate, and various different parts of his body. His slightly fat waist, his chest and belly that rose and fell with his life, made me linger even more.
My tongue traveled down slowly, greedily trying to linger forever in each place. The tip of my tongue felt both touch and taste at the same time, a kind of clean flavor, with the occasional slight smell of sweat seeping out from the sweltering heat. With both hands gently holding the Senior’s hips, my tongue had reached the small of the Senior’s back. I skipped over that holy mystery and slowly licked upward from the base of my thighs. From the thighs to the edge of the buttocks to the side of the belly to the groin, I suppressed the desire to have my hand on it, but it only intensified my unquenchable desire.
It was only when my nose was almost buried in his pubic hair that I finally carefully pulled away the last of his barriers… The male body that I had longed for day and night was finally revealed to me in all its fullness.
Senior’s penis quietly hid in the dark bush of pubic hair, as if the passionate disturbance outside was not his business. The foreskin completely covers the glans, looks childish and shy, not as wild and violent as I imagined.
I gently lifted him up as if he were a pearl, only half-held. I reluctantly adjusted my increasingly rapid breathing and slowly pulled his foreskin back as if I were worried about hurting some young animal. His weight on my palm seemed to increase slightly, and his pink glans, like a ripe fruit, peeked out from between the foreskin, exposed to my eager breath.
I put it into my mouth as if I were savoring something precious, and gently held it in my mouth. It’s hard to tell what I felt, but I felt the entire head of the penis between my senior’s pubic hairs, a prickly sensation mixed with a tingling, fishy aroma. I rubbed his balls and perineum with my fingers, and my tongue sensed every inch of his penis, but the shape of his penis kept changing, from soft and tender to erect and swollen in my mouth, and the tip of his glans kept probing deeper and deeper into my mouth.
Senpai’s penis gradually became engorged and erect, gradually exceeding the limits of my oral load. It wasn’t actually too long, but it was large in diameter, and the crown of his bulging glans was particularly large to the touch of my tongue in my mouth. Gradually, his hardness and heat became more and more obvious, and I slowly moved my hands down to my sides, reaching my senior’s firm, plump buttocks, and lifting them slowly upwards, with my senior’s prick then stabbing even more into my throat.
In conjunction with the gagging of my mouth and the lifting of my hips, I slowly began to move in and out in a steady rhythm. In front of my eyes was the flat hard belly of my senior, the bridge of my nose slowly and carefully rushed against the bush of pubic hair of my senior, my tongue and lips were not idle, constantly sucking on his horse’s eye, flicking the crown of his glans. My senior’s bare firm thighs were regularly bumping against my thin vested chest and stomach, and my excited cock was rubbing against my senior’s calves.
I closed my eyes, slowly enjoying the firm fullness in my mouth, and on one side I seemed to feel the alkaline liquid gradually oozing out of Senior’s horse’s eye. This made me unable to help but increase my speed and amplitude, sucking more greedily on the unending stream of slime from my senior.
While enjoying the sound of the rain outside the window, I suddenly felt a sudden vibration in my senior’s body, and then I heard a muffled grunt from him…!
The shock was extraordinary, the sweet illusion shattered, swept away by the fear of embarrassment and accusation that might immediately follow. I immediately withdrew my senior’s gradually wild and untamed cock from my mouth and bounced back up the ladder.
I could see that his eyes were sleepy and he looked like he was about to wake up. It was too late for me to go down, so my next thought was to reach out and shake his legs: “Senpai… wake up… it’s already fifty minutes!” I guess I’m a real thief.
He slowly opened his eyes, shook his head, and mumbled, “Oh… I know… I’ll get up.” Then he seemed to be struggling to sit up…
“Thank you…” there was a moment of silence, and the Hokage seemed to realize that his lower half was flailing.
I blushed from ear to ear, not daring to look directly at the senior, not knowing how to apologize. Suddenly, the Elder said, “I’m so sorry…” He laughed with an innocent face, also blushing red: “I didn’t realize that my penis would rise up even after I had a wet dream… and that you would see it…”
I breathed a sigh of relief, “No, sir.” I laughed along with him: “It’s a natural phenomenon, and it proves that you’re healthy…”
“Of course it’s healthy…” the senior laughed with embarrassment, “and it’s not small…”
This joke tickled my heart again, but it seemed like the senior had no intention of hiding it.
Then there was another silence.
“Boss… Brother… Don’t keep looking at it, if you want to compare sizes, let’s do it some other time.” The senior broke the deadlock: “Just let me sleep a bit more, I’ll get up at around 8:00. If I’m late, I’ll just say it’s raining…”
“Wow.” A big stone fell from his heart, yet he also felt that the big fish had gotten out of the net, so he had to go back to his seat and continue roaming.
Even though I was back in my seat, the lingering taste in my mouth was so clear that it made me itch. As I was tossing and turning, I heard a regular thumping sound from above… Senior couldn’t help but hit himself!
The sound of the crash tickled me even more, and the thought of my senior tensing up and shooting the gun (the one that had just been so tantalizingly close to my mouth) made me wonder how I could possibly calm down. Like a thief, I didn’t dare to make a sound, and paced to various positions to aim upwards, trying to find the best view of this “animal spectacle”. But the bed was too high, so I could only hear the sound, not see the shadow, and I was excited and anxious.
As I was itching and tickling, it was already eight o’clock. I couldn’t hold back any longer and hurriedly climbed the ladder next to my senior’s bed, shouting, “Senior… it’s already eight o’clock…”
As soon as I climbed up, I saw my senior, whose muscles were all taut and red, half sitting up and pumping his prick wildly and fiercely. At this moment, the sweaty, male-smelling senior, and the body that I had just slaughtered in my palm and mouth, the flavor is very different.
The senior saw me up startled, but for a moment can not stop, but the will to hold back the tense momentarily disrupted, a lapse of concentration, the red to the limit of the penis unexpectedly ejaculated up and down!
The scene that I’ve been dreaming of for so long was suddenly revealed to me. First: I was caught off guard, and the white liquid shot out onto my senior’s sweaty chest. Second: The senior panicked and tried to sit up to find something to cover himself with, but instead of moving his body and changing the angle, he shot towards me, with a strong momentum and a lot of mucus that almost hit my face (but unfortunately didn’t). The third and fourth streams: they sprayed all over the place again, covering the senior’s abdomen and legs. After that, I could barely cover my dick with my hand, but I could vaguely see that my dick was still erect, and the white liquid was flowing out from between my fingers.
I could feel the violent heartbeats of both parties. Looking at the semen slowly dripping down from the senior’s sexy chest, the two of them were momentarily stunned and speechless, blushing and not knowing what to think.
“Uh… Senpai, let me help you with the toilet paper.” I was the first to break the awkwardness by going down and throwing up the whole packet of toilet paper.
I heard the senior say awkwardly from above, “I’m so sorry about today… you’ve seen everything…”
After a while, my senior climbed down from the bed with a thud, so he didn’t even put on a towel, and generously gave me a naked body to watch. Will hand into a ball of toilet paper to the trash can, the rest of the whole package on my desk (at this time I once again see his slightly engorged, hanging crotch lovely penis), open the closet to look for clothes to wear, still full of red, I also bowed his head and did not dare to say anything.
“I’m going to tutor Lo!” The senior got dressed and turned to leave.
Even though the senior had left, the room was still filled with the smell of semen, and all I could think about was the moment when the senior had just ejaculated. Oh, my… how could I not take out my sperm and beat it quickly?
I peeled off my own shorts and looked toward the senior’s position, and was about to fantasize when I caught a glimpse of toilet paper lying in a ball in the senior’s trash can.
Lusting, I picked up the toilet paper, spread it out, and the strong odor hit my nose. The cloudy white, slightly milky yellow slime was still slightly hot, and there were a few slightly curly pubic hairs. Up to my nose, so strong tantalizing smell – at this time my other hand has been unable to resist shooting up.
I put the largest amount of toilet paper over my own cock and rubbed it up and down to lubricate it with my senior’s semen. Immediately my shaft was covered with white slippery fluid. The lesser amount I brought up to my nose and sniffed, even licked it with my tongue, my mouth full of alkali, recalling the scene just now, as if I were one with my senior.
Just as I was getting closer to orgasm, suddenly there was the sound of the door opening again. I cursed, “Shit!” I immediately threw the toilet paper to the bottom of the table, but it was too late to put on my pants, so I had to put my hand over my flailing penis.
Only to see the senior hurriedly pushed the door in, not even take off his shoes to rush to the table, a grabbed the keys of the motorcycle on the table, and then hurriedly rushed to go out when the moment to see my embarrassment.
The senior grinned his white teeth at me and said, “Oh… you can’t help it either…” and turned around to leave in a hurry.
However, I realized that hot white liquid was already flowing from between my fingers…
(concluded)