College Days Pt 11

Tuesday is here and....I was still sore and tired.

Did it help that I fucked Bodhi and Oscar yesterday? No.

Do I regret it? Fuck no.

Although I don't regret it, I still have to go to class today, regardless of how I feel. Sure, I could skip classes today too, but I shouldn't. I can't make a habit of this, and I'm paying to be here. Besides, I had class with Phil this morning. That was enough motivation to get out of bed. I know I just saw him 2 days ago, but I still missed him. I wasn't sure if I liked that feeling or not.

I had about 10 minutes before I usually leave for class, so I figured I'd try to have a little fun. I left my dorm, but not to go to class. Instead, I walked down the hall and knocked on Brad and Phil's room. Phil answered it after a few seconds. Perfect.

I didn't even process who answered the door. I just pushed him into the room, grabbed his face, and kissed him. It took Phil a second to process who I was and what I was trying to do. Once it hit him, he didn't protest. Instead, he shut the door while I continued to maul his face with my lips.

I pushed him onto his bed. I kissed his lips again briefly before lifting his shirt up just enough to plant kisses on his chest. I unbuckle Phil's jeans as he lightly moans.

"Oooo fuck babe." I heard him moan. "I love your touch."

The new pet name made me smile, as well as want him more. I yanked his jeans and boxers down and devoured his half-hard cock, making him moan louder. Phil started clawing at my hair as I felt his cock grow harder in my hungry mouth.

I slide a finger into his ass, making him jump a bit before pushing back against my finger and pushing my head down on his cock. I kept his cock in my throat, moaning against it. God, I loved this feeling.

I wanted to keep his dick inside my mouth forever, but I knew I needed to wrap this up. We had class. So I just kept deepthroating and fingering Phil's ass, picking up speed. Phil was moaning much louder now.

"I'm cu-cumming!"

Phil then flooded my mouth with his delicious cum. The warm goodness just splashed against the back of my throat, making me moan. I wanted it all.

Phil finally stopped cumming, much to my dismay. I sucked his cock a little more, getting whatever I could out of it. I gently licked up any bit of cum left and moved up and kissed him. Phil gladly accepted my lips and ravished them, getting any morsel of cum left from my mouth.

After a minute, I broke the kiss and started pulling Phil's jeans and boxers back up. He looked confused.

"We got to get to class." I said.

"But what about you?" Phil asked curiously.

"Something to look forward to after." I said with a smile.

Phil was a little annoyed he couldn't return the favor, but he sucked it up (if only) and we cleaned up and headed to class.

Starr's class was in another building on the other side of campus. Parking around there FUCKING SUCKS, so I just walk with Phil there. Usually, he and I didn't talk much. Remember, until I broke him out of his shell, he was quite shy and introverted. This walk was different. We didnt talk much like before, but it was so much different now. So much has changed in a small amount of time in the best possible way.

Phil did something during this walk I wasn't expecting: He held my hand.

I didn't think. I just wrapped my fingers into his and held his hand. We looked at each other and smiled. We still didn't say anything. Didn't need to. It just felt so.....nice. We walked like this until we got closer to the building and there were more people around. After that, we let our hands go. We didn't want the attention. This was still new to both of us.

There was no assigned seating in Professor Starr's class. Phil and I usually sat in the back, and today was no different. Phil and I got our laptops out and started taking notes.

About 15 minutes into the lecture, I felt Phil's hand on my leg. I don't think much of it until I felt his hand move to my inner thigh and start rubbing it. I look over at Phil and he's grinning like an idiot. I know what he's thinking. I know I should say no, but my cock is starting to say otherwise.

Phil moved his hand over my cock and gently rubbed it. I just sighed softly, feeling a semi forming. I didn't want to draw attention to us, so I just kept taking notes on my laptop, or at least attempting to.

Phil slid his hand into my shorts and started playing with my hardening dick. I moaned, but it was soft. Nobody turned around and Professor Starr was still talking. So far so good.

Phil didn't let up. Instead, he pulled my fully hard cock out of my shorts and started jacking me off. It was taking any concentration I had left not to moan out loud. I wanted to so fucking bad. Phil was jerking my cock for a few minutes until that wasn't enough for him. As stealthily as he could, Phil slid under the desk, crawled over to me, and wrapped his lips around my cock.

This time, I did let out a moan. Luckily, it wasn't too loud. One of the guys in my class, Felix, turned around and saw me. I tried to wave him off and mouthed 'sorry' to him. He just raised an eyebrow to me and gave me the smallest smirk before turning around and giving his attention back to the lecture Phil and I are supposed to be listening to.

Phil was not only sucking me off in the middle of class, but it may have been his best work yet. Maybe the fear of getting caught made it feel that way, but I didn't care. Phil's mouth was sending me waves of pleasure and I didn't want him to stop, even if we did get caught.

I guess public sex wasn't enough for Phil. He pulled my shorts down further and slid a finger into my ass. I almost jumped out of my chair. I was fortunate enough to catch myself before catching anyone's attention (again). My anxiety was through the roof, but FUCK did this feel fantastic enough for me to not care. It was a fine line to walk.

I wasn't even trying to pretend to type anymore. My hands just clenched on the end of the desk, restraining myself from showing any signs of pleasure from my professor and classmates. Phil was doing wonders to me under the desk and it was driving me crazy.

Phil was sucking and fingering me for a long time now. As great as this felt, I was surprised I was lasting this long. I think Phil's jaw was getting sore. He suddenly started speeding up, went from 50 to 100 real quick. He was sucking me off hard and fingering my ass in a frenzy. I had to bite down on my notebook to keep from screaming as my cum erupted from my cock and flooded Phil's mouth. I wasn't screaming, but I sure as shit was writhing in my seat. Fucking impossible not to with Phil's mouth.

After I finally stopped cumming, Phil took his time cleaning my cock up and putting it back in my shorts. He then joined me back up top, wiping cum off his lips with a big, proud smirk stretched across his face. I returned that smirk with my own smile of total satisfaction.

By the time we got settled back into student mode, Professor Starr was wrapping up his lecture. Perfect timing. Now Phil and I could continue this back at the dorms before heading to our next classes.

Professor Starr dismissed the class. Phil and I were just about packed up when we heard Starr's voice project over all of the students murmuring and exiting:

"Phil, Danny? Could I see you both after class, please?"

That's Part 11! Sorry again for the delay. Life gets in the way. Part 12 SHOULD be up before September is out, but no promises.

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