A Proper Airing Of The Head

My whole head is buzzing. I can't take it anymore. I've been sitting in this dreary library all day, studying. It won't be long before the first exam is due. Correspondingly, I'm stressed. Exhausted, I lean back against the wooden chair. I really need a break. Hm, what could I do during this time? I decide to get up and go outside for a little walk in the sunshine. A proper airing of the head: that's exactly what I need.

As I walk mindlessly along the corridor between all the bookshelves, something suddenly catches my eye. It clearly stands out from the repetitive pattern of the colored book spines, the brown wooden shelves and the grey carpet. It's a person. More precisely: a guy. A very pretty guy, to be honest. I stop abruptly. Completely absorbed he stands there, his gaze fixed on the book in his left hand. With his right hand, or more precisely with his thumb, he occasionally lets one page jump to the other side. I don't know exactly why, but somehow he looks really hot doing that.

I don't normally approach people, but this time I feel I have to. There's something so attractive about this man that I can't pass it up. With slow steps I walk up to him. He doesn't seem to have noticed me yet, not until I gently place my hand on his forearm. Confused, he looks up, straight into my eyes. I immediately have butterflies in my stomach. How can that be? A stranger triggering something like that in me? That has never happened to me before.

"Hey, what are you reading?" I ask, trying not to let my suddenly emerging feelings show.

He elegantly closes the book with his left hand and reads "Introduction to Quantum Physics," whereupon he looks at me calmly.

"What's the reason for you reading it?"

"I'm planning to write my master thesis in this field and wanted to get an overview of the range of subtopics," he replies in a quiet and somewhat uncertain tone. His eyes are on the floor.

"So, you're studying physics?"

"Yes." A short and concise answer. But surprisingly, he continues to speak shortly afterwards.

He opens the book again, stands close to me and begins to explain an obviously very complex theory to me. Now that it's about a topic he undeniably knows a lot about, he seems much more confident. I struggle to follow him. Every now and then I understand something, but on the whole I'm lost. "Fuck, he must be highly intelligent," I think to myself while feeling a pressure in my pussy. That seems to turn me on. Reinforced by our direct physical contact; our arms pressed against each other; the heat.

"Can I ask you something?" I interrupt him.

"Yeah, sure."

"Do you want to fuck me?" This time it's my turn to be short and sweet.

His eyes widen. He probably didn't expect that. Suddenly he doesn't seem confident anymore. I assume that this is a subject area he knows little or nothing about.

"Sorry, wha... what?" He's seemingly nervous.

Although I'm also a bit agitated, I try to continue to appear confident: "You heard me."

Now completely torn out, he closes the book, put it back on the shelf and takes a step back. It's as if he needs to collect himself. Everything is quiet for a few seconds. No one says a word or moves.

"Yes, I do," he says, again looking down at the floor.

But I realize that he really means it. He's just a bit shy.

"Cool," I say with a grin.

I take him by the hand and lead him to a special room. The room where the oldest books are stored. Very few people even know that it exists, which makes it perfect for our purpose. No one will disturb us. When we arrive, I pull the handsome young man into a corner, a bookshelf next to us. Then, without any hesitation, I pull his face to mine and start kissing him.

He places his hands loosely on my hips. His movements are calm and gentle; he acts very careful and deliberate at first. Though it feels nice, I quickly realize that I want more. More fire, more energy, more passion. That's why I start to increase the speed and pressure. He has no choice but to adapt to me, so he does. Our tongues begin to entwine wildly, and I feel a heat spreading through my body. Encouraged by this sensation, I take his strong, veiny hands and place them on my ass.

For a brief moment, I detach myself from his soft, warm lips. "You can touch me wherever you want, the way you want."

Even as I put my lips back on his, he starts to knead my ass. Very cautiously at first, but when he notices that my breathing is getting heavier because of his movements, he starts to grab it harder. I can feel myself getting hornier, my pussy is already throbbing. He also seems to be quite horny as his hard dick is pressing against my lower stomach.

I release one hand from his neck and place it on his crotch. He gasps. Next, I start stroking his arousal. It's so big. At a certain point, he seems so distracted by my movements that he backs up from my lips and presses his head against the side of my neck. Now I can feel his heavy breathing against my skin. And I can hear it. I can hear how he likes what I do to him. Fuck, I'm so horny. I have to have him inside of me very soon or I'll go crazy. That's why I turn away from him for a second. You can't miss the sudden desperation in his eyes.

But when I reach for my trousers and pull them down to my knees, his eyes start to light up or to be a little more precise; to 'burn'. It's lust, pure lust. As if suddenly gripped by an alien force, he turns me around and pushes me relatively roughly against the cold wall. A wave of electricity spreads through my body; I hadn't expected this, but I fucking like it.

While he apparently starts to open his pants with his left hand, he continues to press hard against my upper back with his right hand. So hard that I wouldn't be surprised to find a slight imprint of the wall pattern on my body afterwards. After a few seconds, he takes his hand away and pulls my hips back. Out of reflex, my whole body follows.

"Bend forward," he commands.

I obey. I brace myself against the wall with my forearms. Now everything happens very quickly. I hear him spit and shortly afterwards feel his warm, wet fingers on my pussy. He smoothly spreads his spit all over my already soaking wet pussy. Towards the end, he quickly slides into me twice, and I can't help but moan. As soon as he's out again, I feel so empty. My pussy is literally screaming for him, the longing is almost unbearable.

"Please, I beg you, fuck my brains out."

Subsequently, I feel something on my hole. It must be his erect cock. Almost desperately, I push my hips towards him. I hear him chuckle slightly as he grips my hips with his strong hands. Then he enters me with a violent thrust. My legs immediately feel weak while my pussy is being widely stretched. So widely that I wonder for a moment whether I'm about to be torn apart.

I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt at all, but somehow it seems to intensify my lust. I've never had such intense physical pleasure before. Slowly he pulls his hips back, only to forcefully slam into me again. All the way in, up to the stop. His whole groin area slaps loudly against my ass. He repeats this over and over again and although I didn't think it was possible, each new thrust seems to surpass the last in power. How can a skinny guy like him muster such strength?

But I truly enjoy it. The way his hard, thick cock glides along my walls, the hot, horny tension inside me that gets stronger with each movement: so good! And the thought of how intelligent this guy actually is makes me even hornier. When he additionally starts to massage my clit with his fingers, I feel like I'm about to lose my mind. I'm being fucked so damn good. He penetrates me again and again and the sound of his body slapping rhythmically against mine echoes through the room. I know that I'm going to cum soon. His moans tell me that he's not far away either.

It feels like fireworks when I finally reach my climax. Starting with the best physical experience I've ever had, followed by the built-up tension slowly releasing. I can sense my muscles tense up and relax again. He seems to notice it too, as he slows down a little and becomes more even in his thrusting movements.

He continues a little longer until he suddenly pulls his dick out of me, turns me around again and pushes me down by my shoulder. Meanwhile, he's rapidly rubbing his huge cock. And although I've only just cum, this sight gets me immediately horny again.

Especially when he grabs the back of my head a few seconds later and pushes it roughly towards his cock. When I dutifully open my mouth, he pushes my face full force into his crotch. Without any regard. My whole mouth is filled, and I gag as his glans shoots hard against my throat. My first reflex is to back up, but I have no chance. He's still pushing so hard. I'm powerless. But to be quite honest, I love it. A short time later, I feel his warm cum squirt down my throat. I swallow immediately. But it's not over yet.

At least four loads enter my mouth. It gets so much that at a certain point I'm no longer able to swallow it, which is why it begins to flow out of my mouth. When he's finished, he lets go of my head. I quickly clean my chin by wiping his cum off with my fingers and then licking it off. It just tastes so good, I can't get enough of it.

That was hot. I would never have thought that this lanky guy would be capable of such things. The seemingly shy, smart boy who was innocently reading a physics book a short time ago has just fucked my soul out of my body. What an interesting turn of events.

"Thank you," he says quietly as he zips up his pants. I also pull up my pants.

"Did you like it?" I ask, even though I already know his answer.

"Yes, very much so," he replies as he smiles gently and sweetly at me. He's so cute.

I smile back: "Good."

We then both leave the room and return to where we were before. He to his book and I to my desk. "If that wasn't a proper airing of the head," I think to myself, grinning as I take a seat on the wooden chair again.