Gooner Roommates Chapter 4 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

Professor Harris had been droning on and on about the fall of the Roman Empire for the better part of an hour now, and normally I’d be in heaven, but that’s far from the case today. Max and I are sitting in the back of the large, auditorium-style lecture hall, away from the front and center seats we usually claim. Why? Because Max currently has his hand in my pocket and is gently teasing my cock through the thin fabric. 

At his request, I decided not to wear any underwear this morning, and now I get why. He’s been at it since class started and now there’s a noticeable dark spot on the front of my blue sweatpants. Professor Harris pauses his lecture to switch to a video he wants to show us, and Max pulls his hands out. 

I shoot him a questioning look, and the smirk that spreads across his face makes me want to reach over and pull him into a kiss, consequences be damned. But I don’t know what we’re doing here. We didn’t get to do anything else over the weekend because our friends insisted that we cram for our midterms with them. And by the time we were done each night, neither of us had the energy to do anything but go to sleep. We haven’t even talked about what this is. 

Does he like me? Because I’m pretty sure that I like him. Or is this just a way for him to release years of being horny and single and not have anyone to help him take care of his needs? As great as it might feel to suck your own cock, it probably gets boring at times, just like jerking off can.

The video finally loads, and Max’s hand slips under my shirt just as our professor dims the lights in the room. His fingers dance over the skin of my flat stomach, and each digit feels like it’s on fire. He teases the thin trail of hair that leads down into my waistband and follows it to the smooth pubic area. His fingers still and then resume teasing the velvet-smooth skin, occasionally brushing against my leaking shaft. “You shaved?” Max whispers, leaning in close to me. 

If anyone turns around to look, they’ll see that we’re sitting way too close to each other. But I don’t pull away. I nod and whisper back, “Yeah. I wanted to see what it would feel like to be smooth down there. Do… do you like it?”

Max’s hand wraps around my shaft and tugs on it, eliciting a gasp from me that gets drowned out by the video. “I love it,” he growls in my ear. Just when I think I’m about to lose it and come inside my pants, the video ends, and Max quickly pulls his hand out, wiping the slick mess on his black jeans. 

Professor Harris makes a few remarks about the video and then dismisses the class. Students start shuffling out of the room, and a few of them look back to give us curious looks. Hopefully, it’s because we sat in the back and not because they noticed anything. I pretend to be writing something in my notebook so I don’t have to get up right away. There’s no way anyone with eyes would miss what’s going on in my pants. 

The last student finally leaves, and our professor hesitates by the door. “Boys, are you alright? You didn’t sit in your usual seats today. Not to mention the two of you normally participate throughout class. I barely heard you say two words today.” 

Max plasters a grin on his face, looking cool and confident. “We’re alright, sir. Just a little tired from all the studying we did this weekend. It’s our first time taking college midterms and all.” 

Professor Harris nods solemnly, buying Max’s half-truth and tells us not to stay in here too long; the next class starts in half an hour. He leaves with a wave, and I finally stand, trying to adjust the obscene tent. There’s nothing I can do about the wet spot, but hopefully no one will notice if I hold my backpack in front of it. 

We make our way down the steps with Max leading the way, but instead of stepping out of the classroom, Max twists the lock, trapping us inside. 

Dude, what are you doing?” I stammer. 

His smirk returns, and he stalks over to me, dragging me behind the professor’s desk area. He sinks to his knees and pulls down my sweats, releasing my erection, causing it to slap against my t-shirt. “I can’t wait any longer,” Max breathes heavily, looking at my leaking cock. He takes it into his hand by the base and strokes it once for good measure and then wraps his lips around the head. 

My hands fly into his hair, and the groan that rips from my throat is so loud and pornographic that actual porn stars would be proud of it. The sensation of his lips on my cock head is the best thing I’ve ever felt. He mouths at it slowly, eyes never leaving mine as he rolls his tongue around my crown and teases the frenulum before flicking at my leaking slit. 

Another deep groan escapes me and Max hums around my dick, the vibrations shooting pleasure through my shaft. He takes more of me and fondles my balls with one hand while he uses the other to steady himself against my hip. “Max, we’re going to get caught.”

He pulls off with a pop and smiles deviously at me. “No, we’re not. We have plenty of time before the next class. I’m dying for you to feed me your cum.” He goes back to sucking my dick, bobbing on it steadily. The pressure mounts quickly, and the hand that was on my hip moves back to tease my crease before pushing a finger between my cheeks. 

Max swallows my entire cock down his throat and swallows, his throat closes around me and a finger touches my most sensitive and private place. It’s too much and my virgin ass comes with blinding, white-hot pleasure. I slump back against the wall as I pump my seed down Max’s throat. He takes all of it like a pro and doesn’t stop until I’m spent and oversensitive. 

He finally pulls off my dick and licks me clean before tucking me back inside my sweatpants. Max stands and smiles with pride, adjusting his own boner. “So, how was that?” 

I laugh and shake my head. “That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.” 

Max’s smile gets wider, and he takes my hand and pulls me out of the classroom. I can’t believe that I just got my first blowjob inside a classroom. I know it’s a bit cliche, but that’s like every nerdy guy’s dream come true. We walk hand in hand down the busy hallway without a care of who sees us. I can’t wait to see what we do next.