Homework Club

The Student Auction & The College Cock Sleeve will finish up this week. For now, check out Homework Club! 

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If I told anybody the truth about how we spend our evenings, I fear that not a single soul alive would believe me. We are, after all, a bunch of utterly dull young men, and we wear that badge with pride. We're the losers, the geeks, the nerds, the freaks. We're all those things that everybody pokes fun at, but as soon as the bell rings and Homework Club begins, we are the ones laughing.

It was, I must clarify, named for its original purpose. Six of us in total, all of us eager to avoid the stampede of the school rush, and some of us more eager again, to avoid the inevitable torture at the hands of the dreaded high school bullies.

I don't recall who actually came up with the idea to spend an hour each evening, hidden away in an old classroom, reading, writing and existing in perfect peace and harmony. Regardless, it was a terrific idea, and owing to the fact that we were perfectly behaved, model students, Mrs. Balinteer was more than happy to allow it.

We enjoyed five whole weeks of bliss, before it was cruelly ripped from us when our Homework Club was turned into a form of punishment. One of the teachers decided that rather than waste his time holding detentions, he would simply threaten his students with an entire month of Homework Club should they not behave.

It took less than two days before he made good on his threat, and that's when we were introduced to Harry Addison.

He was a new kid, and had, for the most part, done everything in his power to make a name for himself. He was a show off, a tough guy, a charismatic class clown, and an utterly stunning young man whom I hated the moment I laid eyes on him.

I hated everything about him. I hated his sandy coloured hair that he perpetually tussled in an attempt to make himself look like some sort of surfer boy. I hated his large, sea blue eyes that glistened when he smiled. And his smile, so white, so gleaming and so neat that it irked me, I hated that too.

When Harry Addison arrived to the classroom with his backpack slung loosely over his shoulder and an air of complete indifference on his stupid handsome face, not a single one of us were happy. The jokes that we had been sharing, the stories that only people like us would have appreciated, the safety of being surrounded by similars, all of it was ruined because of him.

"Sup".

Sup? It was such a crass word. So crude and impolite. It was akin to saying I don't want to be here, but if I have to spend time with you freaks, then I guess I'll make an effort. Sup.

Oliver Landon was an exception to the rule that every geek had the social skills of a slime drenched slug. He was, even by normal people standards, a very confident young man, and he greeted Harry with the same word. The rest of us stayed silent.

The young man sat at the back of the classroom on his phone. Occasionally he laughed to himself, showing his dimples as he did, and I'd roll my eyes, because one of our first rules was that electronics remained firmly in the pocket whilst Homework Club was in session.

After three weeks of hating Harry, I found myself almost saddened by his approaching departure. Although we had spoken less than five words since he'd arrived, he had, as difficult as it was to admit, become part of our group.

That's not to say that Harry Addison didn't completely ignore us during normal school hours, but in Homework Club, he was different. He wasn't shy, but he didn't say much, either. As the days had gone by, he sat closer and closer until he was practically on top of us, and that's when Oliver had started to introduce him.

He was more intelligent than he let on. I quickly realised that Harry was incredibly gifted at fitting in wherever he went. I'd seen him with the jocks, and how effortlessly he was able to mould himself into a sport-loving athlete who could talk for hours about any football team that they threw at him. I'd seen him with the female students who had all become smitten the moment he approached them and told funny stories or said things with double meanings. Everyone loved Harry, everyone except me.

"Looks like it's just us two today" he said one afternoon, arriving to Homework Club with his usual blend of carelessness and beauty etched into his face.

"The others will be here shortly" I told him, focusing on the assignment on my desk.

"Not according to Mr. Gulliver" he shrugged, and dropped his bag on the desk next to mine, and fell onto the chair, "they've all been picked for some college meeting thing".

I gawped at him. Surely it was a lie. Why would they be picked and not me? I was arguably one of the most intelligent people in the school! I searched through my pockets frantically, but Harry leaned over and his strong hand closed around my wrist. In that very moment, every coherent thought that had existed in my mind, melted away like hot butter.

"No phones in Homework Club, right?" He smiled, and I could hardly find the words to answer him.

"R... Right".

"Besides" he continued, turning his chair around to face me, spreading his perfect legs apart and draping his arm over the back. "We can have plenty of fun alone, can't we?"

My eyes, large as saucers, trailed over his perfect body. I felt my mouth salivate almost immediately, his lazy grin told me that he had spent these last few weeks crawling into my head and forcing me to want him in ways that I refused to admit.

Harry stood up again. He took a step toward me and held out his hand, and for a reason unknown, I took it and he pulled me from my chair.

"You've never met anybody like me before, Corey" he smiled, and his voice was filled with a tone that made my heart thump a little faster. "Now, I'm not one for sending silent signals, I much prefer to strike at exactly the right time, and I'm thinking that this is the right time".

Harry's hands seemed to move in slow motion, and my mind exploded in a whirlwind of lust and longing as he undid my shirt with expert precision until the flaps hung open and my slim torso was bared.

He rolled the fabric over my shoulders, pulled it down my arms and without a single word, Harry kissed me, and I stood in shock and let him.

"We're gonna keep this little secret between us" he told me, his fingers trailing my sides, "I like having secrets, Corey. Don't you?"

I had no words to give him. I was already becoming erect, and each inch that he travelled made me shiver with excitement. It had happened so fast. It didn't feel real, yet it was real. Harry Addison was touching me.

"W... We shouldn't" I managed, but I knew deep down that we most definitely should. He smiled at me, the same stupidly beautiful smile that he always had, and without saying another thing, Harry unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to my ankles.

"Shouldn't we?" He asked, tapping my visible erection in my boxer briefs, "because your cock says otherwise".

"I... I..." I couldn't speak again. I wasn't sure whether to feel embarrassed or desperately aroused, so I felt both.

"That's the problem with guys our age" he continued, squeezing my pole as I leaked pre, "everybody thinks everything is weird, nobody says how they actually feel, or does what they really want. I'm not like that, Corey".

I had certainly gathered that much. I could still taste him on my lips, and then I watched him pull his shirt over his head to reveal a delicious looking body with muscle and curves and everything I could have ever wanted.

"I take what I want" he whispered, closing his hand around my wrist again, "I take it, and I take it, and I keep taking it until I can't take it anymore".

I allowed him to guide my hand toward the waistband of his pants. Suddenly, I could think of nothing on the planet that I wouldn't let this stunning young man do to me. I felt the warmth of his body as my fingers brushed across his abs, and then it became warmer again as he slid my hand inside his pants.

"And guess what?" He breathed, my fingers now touching his warm, wet meat. I almost moaned as he leaned forward and kissed my ear. "I want you".

He shoved his hand inside my underwear and gripped my bare cock. I gasped, but my attention turned to his one, which was larger by at least two or three inches. I could feel his juices pour down his shaft and squelch in my palm, and all I could do was squeeze and stroke as he did the same.

His mouth slid down and over mine. He kissed me again, driving his tongue deep and using his free hand to drag both of our underwear down. When my cock was exposed, he looked down at it and smiled.

"I'm gonna suck it" he said, and crouched down instantly, before gliding his tongue up the underside of my erection and making me whimper. "You like that?" He asked, the excitement evident in his voice, "you like that, big boy?" Another lick, swirling his tongue around as he reached my cock head.

I grabbed the desk behind me, my heart racing and my eyes closing as sweat formed above my brow. He plunged his head down, taking every inch until his nose buried into my pubes. He reached between his own legs, pumping his large prick as he choked on me, and stared up at me as he did.

I felt dizzy with arousal. I looked down at him, watching as pre-cum and saliva dripped down his chin, but he seemed no closer to stopping now than he had a moment ago. He was hungry, and I could tell.

Nobody had ever sucked my cock before. Nobody had ever even touched my cock before, and now one of the most attractive men I had ever seen was swallowing every inch of it. I moaned out, unbothered that someone might hear us, and then felt his strong hands parting my legs even further.

"I'm gonna finger you" he said, letting my dripping cock bounce out of his throat, "I'm gonna finger fuck the cum right out of you".

He sounded manic, as though he had been desperately wanting this since time began. He was breathless, sweaty and so fucking hot.

I couldn't even make sense of things. My mind was too overwhelmed to even realise what he'd said, until his fingers pushed between the cheeks of my ass as he returned to my cock, and I felt him push against my asshole.

Even feeling someone touch that area of my body made me groan as I thrust. It was such a private place, and this man who I barely knew was trying to enter me. I considered refusing, but the pleasure that was surging through my body was too much. I relaxed my ass, and with ease, Harry pushed a pre-cum covered finger inside me and I moaned once more.

It only took him a moment before he had worked a second finger into me. I felt my hole stretch around his knuckles and he continued sucking my eager rod, and then he found my prostate and I almost cried out in ecstasy.

The feelings rushed through me like electricity. Every touch, every tap, every gentle stroke made my knees buckle, but Harry kept my cock buried inside him. I had to hold onto his head as he pumped with his throat and fingers, and after almost ten minutes of non-stop pleasure, I felt it happen.

"I'm gonna cum!" I whimpered, trying to warn him, "H... Harry, I'm gonna..." I couldn't add anything else. He sped up, fucking my hungry asshole with his fingers and coaxing my load out with his lips, tongue and throat muscles.

I held onto his head as he bobbed, threw my own head back and almost gurgled as a surge of cum gushed from me and exploded into his throat. It was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever felt, and the entire classroom spun as I pumped more and more into him. He didn't even slow down. He gulped the stuff, swallowing wave after wave as my balls churned and burst.

When it was finally over, my energy was completely zapped. My bare ass pressed against the desk, Harry pulled his fingers out of me and licked up any sperm that he'd missed, and when he got to his feet, I could see his own load pooled on the floor where he'd been crouched.

"You have some tasty nut" he laughed, licking his fingers, "nicer than Oliver's I reckon".

I almost didn't hear him. I was still unsure if I was actually dreaming this whole thing or not, but at the mention of Oliver's name, I gawped.

"What?" He smiled, fondling my soft, dripping cock, "I told you, I take what I want, and ever since I stepped foot into Homework Club, I've wanted you. All of you".

"Y... You sucked Oliver?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Dude" he whispered, stepping forward so that our naked, sweaty bodies pressed together, "I've sucked all of the guys".