Straight A's S2 E9 | Blue balls aren't good for me

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Writing an exam while blue-balled is a different type of hell. Every second thought I have is about fucking when I should be thinking about the difference between the cerebum and the cerebellum. Whatever the hell it is, I'd like to fuck Joe right in between them.

I let out a sigh in the quiet exam room and catch the attention of the old farts watching us. 

Yeah watch me adjust my crotch, fuckers. 

I filled in the rest of the exam, relying on my memory and instinct because all the blood is somewhere more south. I didn't bother double checking and handed in the exam as soon as I finished the last question. 

“Where you at?” I texted Joe once I got my stuff back. He came with me to campus to study at the library. 

“Are you done already???” I can always count on Joe to text back right away. 

“Yeah. Where you at?” I text again. My boner flares in my sweats as I watch the 3 dots move in the speech bubble.

I need to fuck.

Right now.

Hurry up!

I have to fuck you.

“The library.” Joe takes forever to type the two words. 

“Meet you in the locker room in Brocksman.” I send the message and then add another one. “🍆”

I put my phone away because I know he's coming to come through for me. Judging from how stiff I am without touching, it's going to be a monster load for him. 

The building used to be a sports centre but it's too old and they've moved the equipment to a better building. The locker room is still around and I learned about it as a hook up place earlier in the year. Since it's exam season, I figured nobody would be around, and I was right. 

I got there first and sat down on the bench. The whole time I was walking, I was steel hard, and sitting in a place where I've fucked countless girls is stirring up memories. Good memories.

This place has awesome echos when you really get fucking. 

I stick my hand in my pants and open my mouth as soon as I touch my cock. 

Jesus…My underwear is so damp. I sigh in relief as I start rubbing my aching cock. I should've jerked off after last night. I think that was the first time we fucked and I didn't nut inside him. If only I didn't have to be so careful with his concussion….just a minute more at the end would’ve done it. 

The door creaks open and Joe pokes his head in.  I realize then that he's probably never set foot in here before. 

“I'm here,” I call out while still jerking off in my sweats. He comes in with his backpack and looks around the dingy locker room.

“How'd you finish so fast?”

“I don't want to talk about that right now.” I take off my sweats and underwear, freeing my giant hard on and throwing them to the far end of the bench. 

“Whoa,” Joe's eyes widened to the size of pancakes. My cock stands up straight, only moving when it twitches. I spit on it and stroke it in front of him, spreading my legs wide apart.

He's gonna get it. 

“Did you double check your answers?” Joe is like a bug drawn to the heat of my crotch. He kneels on the tile floor in between my legs and then caresses my cock. 

“Oh…” Even the slight touch makes me moan. 

“Did you know all the answers?” He pulls my foreskin down, revealing my sticky and moist angry cock head.

What the fuck? Why is he trying to kill the mood?

“I said, I don't want to talk about it!” I said angrily. I smack his hand away from my cock and stroke it, pulling the foreskin up and down the wet tip. “I want you to suck my cock, beta bitch! Do you want it or not?!” 

"Yes." Joe shuts up immediately and looks up at me with submissive eyes. He opens his mouth and reaches out his hands tentatively to hold my cock, and I let him.  “Sorry. I just…”

I didn't want to hear any more. I grab a fistful of his hair and push him down onto my dick. 

“Oh….” The back of my head hits the empty locker, making an echoey metallic sound. “Suck it. Suck it, bitch.” I push him at a fast rhythm until he gets it. “Oh yeah…”

The endorphins flood my system and I start to relax. I let go of his head and enjoy his wet mouth swirling around my swollen member. 

“Fuck yeah…oh….yeah…oh yeah…” I feel like I haven't breathed since last night. “Suck that cock, bitch…”

He cups my balls.

He swirls up

And down

And up

He tongues my tip. 

“Good boy,” I sigh and run my finger through the top of his thick brown hair. He’s so good at this. “Oh yeah…” 

Finally. The annoyance I had ebbs away as he sucks my cock the way I like it.

“Troy,” Joe strokes my wet dick while swallowing hard uncomfortably. “I'm a little dizzy.” 

Shit. The doc said no strenuous activity. Is dick sucking a strenuous activity? 

“Sorry.” I suddenly feel extremely guilty. I take my cock from him. “I'm just so backed up. I can jerk off.” 

“I can do it for you.” He takes over again. 

As much as I want to, I already feel like an asswipe. Dick brain can really fuck with me sometimes. I get soft in his hand despite his efforts to keep me going. 

I reach over and grab my sweats to put them back on. 

“I can suck you if you want,” Joe says with worried eyes. 

“Joe, don't sweat it.” I put on my pants and reach out my arms. “I'm the one that should be worried. How's your head?” He sits on my lap and I kiss his temple. I hate seeing him like this. He looked a lot better this morning and now I've made it worse again. 

“I'm okay,” Joe says as he leans onto my shoulder. “Should we go home?”

“Yeah. Do you want me to carry you?” I swing his other leg on my thigh. He giggles, which makes me feel better already. “Alright, here we go then.” I stand up with him in my arms. 

“Stop!” He giggles some more. “You're going to drop me!”

“Oh, you don't trust me? I lift more than your weight.” I lightly bounce him in my arms. He really isn't very heavy, but I don't want to throw him in the air right now. Maybe some other day. 

“People are gonna wonder what we're doing if you carry me outside.” His hands graze my neck and the blood goes rushing back into my crotch. 

“Let them wonder.” I give him a smile, looking at his soft lips. I kiss him, and his hands rub the back of my neck. Our mouths move together, tongues intertwining and dancing while I hold him. 

“Oh…” he moans in my mouth. 

I want to get him off again.  My hands are busy so I make out with him some more. He’s a great weight for me to keep up in the air for a while. It makes me feel strong and I think he likes it too.

“Fuck,” a familiar voice says from the entrance. 

A bad kind of familiar. Are we fucking cursed with being stuck with him forever or something?? How does he keep finding us? 

Then an unknown voice says something. 

“Is there someone in there?” A guy. 

“Hold on,” Ben says, avoiding eye contact with me. “Fuck. Can you wait outside?” He says to the guy behind the door. 

I look at Joe in my arms and his eyes tell me that he trusts me. I set him down gently and face Ben square on.