Collage Student!Chris Smut Blurb
18+ minors donāt interact! Male masturbation, in detail fantasy of male receiving Oral sex, if you look REALLY REALLY hard and maybe squintā¦. you might see slight Dacryphilia.
As soon as Chris got back to his dorm room, he kicked the door shut and tossed his backpack on his bed.
He had a fuck ton of homework to do, but right now he was way too preoccupied to think of that. All his mind was on today was the way your hair was pulled up into the most perfectly imperfect messy bun, the strands that fell out and framed your perfect face effortlessly, the way you would bite the end of your pen when you looked up at the board with those perfect eyes.
He groaned as he felt his cock become painfully hard in his pants. He plopped down in his desk chair and rubbed his face. His main goal when he got a scholarship was to come to school, get his degree and graduate. The biggest rule was no distractions, but here he was constantly thinking about you, which was causing a very painful distraction right now.
He knew that there was a 0% chance that he could even begin to focus on his homework when he was so painfully aware of the hardness in his jeans right now.
He always felt guilty each time he gave in, and his hand reached down to unbutton and unzip his jeans in one swift motion. He was a respectful guy, but sometimes his desires were too powerful to stop him.
As he pulled his cock out of his boxers he let out a low groan. He could feel himself pulsating in his own hand with need.
As the images of you started to flow through his head, he couldnāt stop himself anymore.
He started with slow strokes, a firm grasp at the base, his thumb swiping across his sensitive tip to spread the precum around.
Another groan fell from his lips as his thoughts went from innocent to what you would look like on your knees in front of himāyour hand around his cock, kissing up the base on the underside to the tip and lightly suckingāat these thoughts he found his strokes picking up speed.
He thought about what it would feel like to slide down your throat, to feel your tongue along his cock, to feel you bob your head up and down on him, the sounds you would make. His breathing was heavy and groans were falling from his mouth as his strokes got faster.
He imagined what it would like when you pulled away for air, spit and precum running down your chin, your mascara running down your cheeks, looking up at him with those pretty eyes.
That image alone was all it took to push him over the edge. He thrusted his hips up to meet his strokes and tipped his head back with a loud groan. He came all over his hand and on his stomach with the hope that one day heād get to see those mascara streaked cheeks actually between his legs.
A/N: Hey! this is the first thing that im posting that iāve wrote š
story writing is definitely not my specialty, but i wrote this around valentineās day for the secret admirers thing on here. i ended up sending it to the person i had in dms at the time, because i really didnāt have the time to post it, nor the mental capacity at the time. now, i just want to get it out there!
i also wanted thank you @aliaratawitchtrial for proofreading this and giving me so much confidence, youāre literally the best!
and my amazing beautiful wife, @aelianastar š¤ she has been waiting for this for so long and she had been nothing but supportive. i love you baby š
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