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Students, faculty, and staff were all required to attend chapel every Sunday morning, and Clement had always found it extremely boring. Listening to the school chaplain talking about godliness, and loving one’s neighbor, and all that. Today, though, chapel was going to be much more interesting.
Clement was sitting at the end of a pew with the wall to his right and his roommate, Teddy, to his left. So nobody noticed when he slipped his right hand into his pocket.
This object had arrived in the mail the day before, and Clement had waited until Teddy was out of their shared room to unpack it. He’d pulled off the brown paper to find, nestled in silk wrapping, a lacquered wood cylinder, one end featureless wood, the other end warm, sensitive flesh. The two lips of a cunt covered in dark hair, and the pink slit between them. The shy clit twitched when Clement ran a finger down the slit. The reaction made him lick his finger and stroke it through again, and the slit got wetter.
Excellent.
See, Clement had discovered early on in his friendship with Teddy that the other boy was hiding a female body beneath his male clothes. And Clement had guessed that it was the fault of this female body that even at 22, a third of the way through their senior year, Teddy was too shy to undress around anyone else, to join the other boys in their class skinny-dipping, to seduce the young ladies at their sister school. As Teddy’s best friend, it was Clement’s duty to help him come out of his shell. And so when he’d seen a catalog advertising a portable tube that could magically connect to someone’s nether parts, he’d sent away for it with a sample of Teddy’s hair taken from his hairbrush. It hadn’t been cheap. But Clement didn’t doubt that every penny would be worth it.
It wasn’t nearly as much fun to play with without seeing Teddy react in person, though. And the tube was just small enough to be hidden in the deep pockets of Clement’s overcoat. So he slipped it inside and waited for church the next morning to experiment any further.
Now, sitting on the hard wooden pews while the chaplain read from the gospel of John, Clement tickled his fingers through the hair between Teddy’s legs.
Teddy took a little gasping breath and sat up straighter. Clement teased his thumb over Teddy’s clit: he’d learned about this little button of pleasure from the few girls who’d allowed him under their skirts, though they’d found him strange for how much he relished their pleasure, how much he enjoyed experimenting with their mouth and make them lose their composure and go all flushed with embarrassment.
Teddy would have no choice but to submit to his ministrations.
Now Clement kept playing, oh-so-gently, until he felt a trickle of wetness from Teddy’s slit. Beside him, Teddy, gaze still fixed on the chaplain, rocked his hips slightly, as though he’d find some relief in the hard wooden seat. Clement was surprised by how quickly he’d gotten wet: clearly his uptight friend was more of a harlot than he’d imagined.
Clement slipped one finger inside. “I-” Teddy squeaked.
Clement looked over at him questioningly, the picture of innocent surprise.
“I’m not feeling well,” Teddy whispered, and squeezed past Clement out of the pew and hurried down the aisle and out of the chapel.
Turning around, Clement could see that Teddy’s faculty advisor, Professor Morgan, had noticed his departure and followed him into the hall, looking concerned. That would be an interesting conversation, Teddy attempting to explain the nature of his distress.
Smirking at the thought, and at the thought of Teddy hurrying into the bathroom and pulling down his pants to find his underwear soaked and his clit all stiff, Clement wiped his fingers on the inside of his pocket and folded his hands again demurely in his lap, left on top to conceal the way the tips of his right hand were wrinkled from Teddy’s wetness.
–
The next day Teddy had to wake up early for a geology field trip. He’d been talking excitedly about it for weeks: the class would ride on horseback up into the Berkshires, stopping along the way to examine rock formations and hydrologic features of interest.
The whole exercise sounded dreadfully boring to Clement. But the thought of Teddy with his legs spread wide over a horse’s broad back and no opportunity for privacy or to clean himself up had given him an interesting idea.
Clement started teasing the tube with his fingers soon after Teddy left for the day. He himself had no class that day, and only some reading to be done for philosophy. Teddy seemed still wet and open since the day before (he’d had no opportunity for release overnight) and it was a relatively simple matter to slip one finger inside, and then two, finding the spot to rub that made his inner walls tighten around Clement’s fingers.
Lord, he only wished he could be there to see it. Teddy must be blushing very handsomely now, each step of the horse rubbing his clit against the fabric of his pants.
Clement pulled his cock out of his trousers and eased the head of it past Teddy’s fat pussy lips. He was certain Teddy was a virgin. He probably wouldn’t even be able to identify the feeling of a cock inside him, but his body certainly knew he liked it. With teasing little thrusts, deeper each time, Clement slicked up his shaft with Teddy’s wetness and finally seated himself fully inside.
Clement wondered idly if it was painful for Teddy. He knew his cock wasn’t the thickest in the world, but girls had complained before that his full length was too much. The only feedback he got from Teddy was Teddy’s cunt squeezing around him, as though trying to milk his cock. God, even with the hassle of fingering Teddy open first, this was so much better than using his hand. Now he had easy access to a cunt whenever he pleased, Clement knew he’d never pleasure himself any other way ever again.
He fucked Teddy as slowly as he could bear, wanting to draw it out, but soon the pleasure became too much and he came, filling Teddy up with hot cum.
Where was Teddy now? Was he still on horseback? Or had the class disembarked to stand around a stream, Teddy stifling his surprised cry in his hand as the professor pointed out the signs of erosion?
Clement pulled his cock slowly out of the tube and grabbed the copy of Plato’s Republic off his desk to read.
It was so boring he put it down after less than an hour and picked up the tube again. Teddy’s cunt was wet and open, the white of Clement’s cum clearly visible, and his clit was still swollen and sensitive, even though Clement hadn’t touched him in an hour - probably all the bouncing around on horseback. The sound when Clement slid his cock inside again was pornographic.
By the time dinnertime rolled around Clement had finished his reading and come five times inside Teddy, making an absolute mess of his cunt in the process. And by the time Teddy returned home, sweaty and obviously limping, the tube was safely hidden in Clement’s dresser.
“How was your field trip?” Clement inquired.
Teddy just groaned. “I’m exhausted and I need a shower.” He put down his bag and went back out into the hall to the bathroom. “There’s someone in there. Ugh.” He was comfortable enough around Clement by now to loosen the wrap around his chest, and he did so, though he left his shirt on. Then he collapsed facedown on his bed, wriggling out of his pants but leaving his underwear on.
A few moments later Clement heard a soft snore.
“Teddy?” said Clement. No response. Cautiously he moved closer to the bed and touched Teddy’s shoulder. Another snore. He really was out cold. Clement silently thanked God and all the angels in heaven that he wouldn’t be deprived of an opportunity to examine the results of his effort in person.
Tentatively Clement pulled Teddy’s underwear down over his plump behind, revealing a gloriously fucked-out cunt, literally leaking cum down Teddy’s thighs.
“Oh,” said Clement. He grabbed the round halves of Teddy’s ass, one in each hand, and squeezed appreciatively. Even dead unconscious, Teddy’s hips were twitching, rubbing his little clit on the bedspread.
“Oh, no you don’t,” muttered Clement and flipped Teddy over onto his back. Teddy’s knees fell open easily, all pale thighs and dark hair in between. Clement had cum so many times that day that his dick couldn’t even manage a twitch. But he could push Teddy’s white shirt up to his collarbones to admire his tits.
Clement had never gotten a good look at them before. Each was a perfect little handful for him to fondle, with perky nipples perfect for pinching. Leaning over the bed Clement took one of the nipples into his mouth and sucked. Teddy let out a sigh of pleasure. The only way his tits could be any more fun was if they were sore and leaking, thoroughly humiliating their owner as he begged to be milked.
A project for another time, perhaps.
Now Clement scraped his teeth across Teddy’s nipple before switching to the other one. At the very least he could render them so sensitive that tomorrow Teddy wouldn’t be able to ignore the feeling of them rubbing against his shirt.
With his other hand, Clement slid two fingers into Teddy’s cunt and rubbed his thumb over Teddy’s clit, making him keen loudly, still unconscious. After two days of being teased and fucked he was easy, eager for release. Bent over to suck on his tits, Clement could feel Teddy’s body tensing under him, hear Teddy’s moans right in his ear. In fact he was moaning so loudly that Clement was considering covering his mouth when all of a sudden Teddy climaxed, tightening almost painfully around Clement’s fingers. “There we go,” Clement soothed, stroking him through it until the tenor of Teddy’s noises turned pained and oversensitive. “That’s much better, isn’t it?”
Teddy’s breathing evened out as Clement lifted him up the bed to rest his head properly on the pillow. Then, regretfully, Clement pulled Teddy’s underwear back up to cover his shiny wet swollen pussy and pulled his shirt back down over his tits, and tucked him into bed.
–
Teddy was a physics major, which made sense, as he was a brilliant student, but Clement knew full well that his choice of major had something to do with the physics professor he’d chosen as his advisor.
Professor Lionel Morgan was a great bear of a man, well over six feet tall, thick and weather-beaten with a belly that protruded over the belt of his trousers and stubble on his cheeks. Teddy talked about him constantly , signed up for as many classes with him as possible, and told Clement excitedly whenever Professor Morgan wrote some compliment on a completed problem set.
This afternoon Teddy was scheduled to have a private meeting with Professor Morgan to discuss his honors thesis, and so Clement would have their room to himself. It was the perfect opportunity for him to try something he’d been thinking about.
Lying in bed, Clement watched the clock tick past the scheduled start time of Teddy’s meeting and drew the tube from its regular hiding spot in his dresser. It was already quite wet, despite Clement not having touched it at all that day.
One of Professor Morgan’s eccentricities was his habit of going for a swim in the lake on campus every morning, no matter the weather, and Teddy had always found a way to be nearby when he climbed out of the water, the cold water having done nothing to make his huge, thick cock and fat balls any less intimidating.
Perhaps Teddy had already been thinking lascivious thoughts, because the slick lips of his pussy parted easily for Clement’s tongue. After a few broad licks up his slit, Clement pushed a few fingers inside and sucked on Teddy’s swollen clit. By this time he was quite familiar with the places that made Teddy’s cunt squeeze the most desperately around him, and he stroked firmly enough to make Teddy shudder before withdrawing his fingers. He didn’t want to make Teddy cum just yet. The idea of Teddy sitting desperate and helpless, trying not to act like an idiot in front of his professor, was even more satisfying. Instead, teasingly, Clement poked at Teddy’s clit with his tongue and went back to playful little licks of his slit.
–
“Are you alright?” said Professor Morgan after Teddy had asked him to repeat himself for the third time.
“I’m fine,” said Teddy, squeezing his thighs together. It did nothing to make the sensation on his genitals any less overwhelming.
“Come now, Theodore, I know you better than that. You can tell me the truth.”
Teddy swallowed. “I’ve been… distracted, lately.”
Professor Morgan raised his eyebrows.
“You can’t tell anyone about this,” said Teddy finally.
“If it’s a question of your safety, I can’t promise that.”
“I don’t think it is. I just… I feel someone touching me when no one’s there.” Teddy could feel himself blushing. He’d been finding a strange discharge in his nether regions lately, too, thick and white. “Down… there. And even when I can’t feel it I can’t stop thinking about… sexual things. I swear I’m not going mad!”
“Will you let me take a look?”
“Go right ahead,” said Teddy.
Very gently Professor Morgan drew down Teddy’s pants and underwear and knelt in front of him. “ Oh,” he said, face to face with a fat little clit instead of the cock he was probably expecting. Teddy’s legs were spread over his shoulders, revealing the whole of his shiny dripping cunt.
“I don’t know what to do,” Teddy cried, hands clenching and unclenching with the effort not to try to cover himself under Professor Morgan’s scrutiny. “This has been happening for weeks and I don’t know what to do about it and it’s just so frustrating,”
“Shh. It’s alright, there’s nothing wrong with you. Thinking about sex from time to time is entirely to be expected for a red-blooded young man like yourself.”
“R-really?”
“Of course.” Professor Morgan watched as another trickle of slick leaked out of Teddy’s cunt, entirely untouched. “I think an orgasm would help relieve some of the frustration and help you focus.” He withdrew a little, but Teddy made no move to close his legs. “Would you like me to help you?”
“Please.”
Professor Morgan leaned in and kissed Teddy’s inner thigh, his stubble brushing the soft, sensitive skin. Then he wrapped his lips around Teddy’s clit. Teddy gasped. It felt… it felt just like what he’d been feeling the whole time he’d been sitting here, except now there were Professor Morgan’s big hands pressing on his inner thighs, the sight of him on the floor between Teddy’s legs, the thrill of his undivided attention as he licked and sucked and… the only thing better would be seeing and feeling Professor Morgan’s cock.
“Please fuck me,” Teddy moaned.
Professor Morgan looked up, surprised.
“I want your cock, please, sir I can’t stop thinking about it.”
After one last kiss to Teddy’s cunt, Professor Morgan stood up again and unbuttoned his pants. His erection sprung free, and Teddy was proud to have turned him on so much. It was just as magnificent as Teddy had known it would be, this long, thick cock that had starred in all his fantasies since his first semester, since the first time he’d been reading under a tree by the lake and accidentally seen him emerging from the cold gray water like some masculine Venus.
Back then Teddy couldn’t imagine anything of that size fitting inside him. Even when he’d tried to masturbate his cunt had been so tight and dry it refused to let him slip so much as a finger inside. But now he felt like he was constantly dripping, open, and Professor Morgan’s cock slid right inside.
His professor grunted his satisfaction. “Fuck, that’s good. Feel any better yet?” His eyes twinkled with good humor.
Teddy grabbed the front of Lionel’s shirt and yanked him forward.
–
Clement was still idly licking Teddy’s cunt when he realized that there was something other than slick dripping out of the mouth of the tube. Thick, white cum. Lots of it.
–
Another private meeting, a few weeks later. Professor Morgan was sitting behind his desk, and Teddy felt like he was staring into his soul. “Your geology professor spoke to me, actually about how distracted you’ve been during his class.”
“I’m sorry, I’ve still been distracted,” mumbled Teddy. “Masturbation helps, but my roommate is always at home so I never have any privacy to do it.”
“I could let you use my office when I’m not here to get some privacy, if you’d like.” He leaned back in his seat. “Or perhaps you would benefit from some… private tutoring. And supervision, so I can make sure you stay on task.”
Teddy caught the suggestiveness in Professor Morgan’s voice. “Yes, I think private tutoring would be very helpful.”
As they walked back to Professor Morgan’s big house just off campus, Teddy couldn’t help wondering if every person they passed knew what they were up to, if they could guess. Professor Morgan seemed completely at ease. When they arrived he cooked dinner for the both of them, insisting that Teddy work on his geology homework at the kitchen table instead of helping.
And then when they’d eaten and the dishes were cleared away, Professor Morgan sat down in an armchair and patted his lap. “Come sit here so I can keep an eye on you.”
Teddy went. Sitting in his lap, he could feel the warmth of Professor Morgan’s body and smell his cologne. The phantom touching was back again, stroking over Teddy’s cunt and thrusting inside. When Teddy squirmed he could feel Professor Morgan’s cock hardening under his ass, which just made him squirm more, until one of Professor Morgan’s thick arms wrapped around Teddy’s waist to keep him still. “Are you trying to tease me?” Professor Morgan almost growled.
“N-no, sir I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself.”
“Hush. It’s alright. I have an idea.” He shifted Teddy forward on his lap and unzipped his pants to get his cock out. He was grinning. “Now sit down again.” He guided the head of his cock inside Teddy’s cunt and Teddy groaned. The angle wasn’t good, he couldn’t get the full length inside him, but even just the fat head of Professor Morgan’s cock was substantial, and Teddy let out a helpless whine as he squeezed around it and kept trying to grind down to get more inside him.
“Shh.” Professor Morgan petted the inside of Teddy’s bare thigh. “You can fuck yourself on me all you want, and if you’re a very good boy and finish all your homework I’ll let you cum. Does that sound like a deal?”
“Deal,” said Teddy. He picked up his pencil and tried to focus on rocks.
Unnoticed by either of them, as the movement of Teddy’s hips became more unconscious and his pleasure dropped to the background, snow started falling outside of the window. As Professor Morgan leaked precum just inside Teddy’s entrance, it piled up, three inches and then six and then twelve.
–
Back in the dorm, Clement watched the snow fall and realized for certain that there was no way Teddy was going to make it back that night. But he had no way of knowing that Professor Morgan had offered him a place in his bed for the evening, but not a set of pajamas, and so Teddy had gone to bed naked, cuddled up against Professor Morgan’s bulk, his bare skin oversensitive from rubbing against the sheets. Trying not to squirm at the insistent, unmoving pressure inside him, even as Professor Morgan’s hands wandered.
All Clement knew was that Teddy was wet and warm and very pleasant to warm his cock in while the blizzard howled outside the window. Clement fell asleep like that, with his cock nestled deep in Teddy’s pussy.
–
“What the fuck?”
Clement blinked awake. “Hm?”
Teddy was standing over him, cheeks pink, snow in his hair and on his shoulders, holding a polished wooden cylinder in his hand. He looked like an illustration off the front of a Christmas card.
“What the fuck is this, Clem?” Teddy stuck a finger into the cylinder and shuddered.
“It’s you,” said Clement.
“How long have you had this!?”
“A while.”
Teddy recoiled. “You sick fucking pervert!”
“And you love it.” Clement threw the covers off and got out of bed, advancing on Teddy. “Without me you never would have gotten up the courage to seduce your professor.
“I did - I did not seduce him.”
“Yeah? Then whose cum have you been dripping?”
Teddy flushed an even deeper pink.
“It’s only a matter of time before one of us knocks you up, you know. You’d better just hope you don’t start showing before we graduate. And you’re such a slut you won’t even know who the father is.”
“I hope it’s Professor Morgan,” Teddy retorted. “At least then my child will have some brains.”
Clement ripped the tube out of Teddy’s hands and slapped Teddy’s cunt, hard. Teddy howled, and his legs buckled.
It seemed the manufacturer’s claims that it transmitted pain just as well as pleasure were true. Clement slapped him again and Teddy collapsed back onto the bed, starting to sob.
“It was so easy to turn you into a little whore for me. It’s like you were just desperate all along for someone to stuff you full of cock.” Another hard slap. Teddy’s cunt was hot to the touch now, desperately oversensitive. Clement turned him over onto his front, ripped his pants down, and delivered another volley of hard slaps to his ass. Then he nudged Teddy’s ankle with his foot to spread his legs and see just how much the pain was making him wet.
“Please,” Teddy moaned, and Clement kept spanking him, each strike eliciting a sharp gasp.
“Needy little slut.” Teddy dropped the cylinder on the bed in front of Teddy within his reach. “Why don’t you lick yourself out while I punish you?”
Teddy picked it up with shaking hands and tentatively touched his tongue to his own folds. The response visible between his legs was electric, and Teddy eagerly shoved his tongue into his hole.
Clement kept spanking him and watched his pussy drool clear slick. “Please,” Teddy choked. “Please fuck me. Clem, please, want you.” His ass was bright red now and he squirmed helplessly when Clement rubbed it. “Please breed me.”
“Good boy,” said Clem, and pulled Teddy’s unresisting legs apart to mount him like a stallion.