The desk creaked as it rocked back and forth. Brad gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, bracing himself from the heavy thrusts. He could feel the sweat dripping on his perfectly sculpted body and on his face. He could hear the moans that were barely being held back. He opened his eyes and looked up at the man fervently fucking him, Professor Garry Meyer.
The old man was looking right back at him as he plowed his ass. His fat, ugly face was contorted from both the exertion and ecstasy of the fuck. It was a disgusting sight to behold, and filled Brad with shame. There was only one thing he could think to do at that moment.
Brad smiled, opened his mouth, and stuck his tongue out. Garry knew this was an invitation for him, one he gladly accepted. He lowered his face as close to Brad's as he could, which wasn't very close due to his huge gut getting in the way, gathered up the saliva in his mouth and promptly spat the huge glob straight into the boy's mouth.
The hot stud played with the thick wad of spit, showing it off to Garry like a prize, before swallowing it all. The fat man's face lit up with joy and lust. Brad wanted to grab his face and pull him in for a kiss so badly, but the man's belly was too fucking big. He desperately needed to taste Garry in his mouth though, so he opened it again, allowing the fatty to spit it in again.
Brad wasn't satisfied though, and left his mouth open, signaling Garry to keep spitting. The sensation of the viscous saliva filling his mouth, and the nasty taste of it as he swallowed, caused his dick to start leaking precum.
At that moment, Brad's phone started vibrating on the pile of his clothes on the floor. Garry looked over to see who it was.
"It's Dan. Your coach must be looking for you. Is he strict with punctuality?" Garry asked.
"Yeah, he is. Especially with me because I'm the team captain. He'll be livid that I'm so late without having given any notice. I'm probably get tortured with an insane amount of extra drills," Brad answered.
"Should I stop fucking you then? So you can go to your training already."
"NO! Please don't stop daddy."
"Why not? You're gonna get in trouble."
"It's fine. I can handle it. Just please don't stop fucking me."
"How late are you willing to be? What if you end up missing your training?
"It doesn't matter. I'll deal with it. I'll stay here as long as it takes."
"Oh? As long as it takes for what? Tell me what you want, boy."
"I....as long as it takes for you to cum in me..." Brad said, the embarrassment evident in his voice.
"So you're willing to suffer the consequences of skipping out on your training unannounced, just so you can get fucked by a wildly obese old man and take his cum up your ass? That's pretty fucked up, boy. Tell me why you're going through all this trouble," said Garry.
The young stud's face suddenly turned as red as a tomato. He couldn't answer.
"If you don't tell me, I'm gonna have to stop," the fat man said.
"No! Please don't stop," begged Brad.
"Answer my question then," replied Garry.
"Because it feels so good to get fucked by you," said Brad.
"We both know that's not the truth. Not the full truth anyway. Oh well, I gave you a chance," Garry said as he stopped thrusting and began to pull out.
"NO! Wait, please don't. I...Okay, fine," the boy began in a hushed voice, his face now even more red than before.
"I get so turned on being used by disgusting men. It feels so degrading to get fucked by someone so repulsive. Having your cock and cum inside me makes me feel so dirty and ashamed of myself, and that drives me crazy horny," the hot stud admitted, his gaze focused on the plant sitting by the side of the room, unable to look Garry in the eye.
He had already admitted this to Garry before, but it felt as embarrassing and shameful saying now as it did the 1st time. It was, however, the truth. Brad got off on getting used by the fat old men he hooked up with because it makes him feel dirty, which in turn made him feel good and horny. The real kicker is, his face and body were immaculate. Everyone who would come across him assumed he might be some celebrity. That would be selling the young stud short though, because he was more handsome and hotter than any celebrity or model the world had ever seen. That he looked so good and let those disgusting men use him only made it even more fucked up, which really drove him crazy with lust.
The older man grabbed Brad's face and pointed it towards his own so that they were making direct eye contact.
"Good boy. I think you deserve a prize for being so honest," Garry said in a Sinister voice, as he covered Brad's mouth his his hand and then immediately began thrusting his cock all the way in and out of the smooth, tight hole of the youth.
Garry was now fucking Brad with the same vigor as in their first encounter, and this drove the sexy boy nuts. If it were not for Garry's gigantic hand muffling Brad's moans, the entire building would have heard his cries of pleasure.
It wasn't long before Brad started cumming without either of them so much as touching his dick. That he once again got the hot stud to cum hands free pushed Garry to his own orgasm, and he began filling up the boy's insides, barely able to contain his own screams.
"Holy shit daddy, that was so good," Brad said after Garry had pulled out and they both started getting dressed. He cleaned up quickly and head for the door as he was already running really late for training.
Before Brad shut the door behind him, he turned to Garry and asked, "Can I drop by tonight?"
"No can do. I am seeing some relatives that are in town for the week. But damn, it really turns me on how insatiable you are, you dirty little slut," Garry replied as he slapped Brad's ass, almost causing the young stud to release the pool of cum sitting in his guts.
"Okay then. See ya," the boy said, as he hurried to his training.
Garry having his own, large office in a secluded area in one of the older buildings on campus was extremely convenient for them both. The university administration made it seem like a privilege for him to have that office, but the truth was that the other faculty members found the way he looks really off-putting and bothersome because of how insanely obese and ugly he was, so they stuffed him far away, out of sight. The whale of a man used to resent them for this, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
It had been almost 2 weeks since their first encounter, and they had been fucking nonstop ever since. During the day, they would find common free time and Brad would sneak off to Garry's office for a quickie, just as he did a few minutes ago. Then at night, after hitting the gym, Brad would head over to Garry's place which was only a block away, to get properly fucked.
It was still a mystery to Brad, and to even Garry himself, how the fat man managed to fuck Brad with the strength and stamina of an Olympic athlete in his physical prime despite being in his late fifties and absurdly, dangerously obese.
Every basic task was demanding for Garry because of his size. Walking short distances would get him winded. Getting up from being seated required effort. Getting out of bed was a monumental task which required him to roll more often than not. Yet somehow, he could plow Brad with extreme force for literal hours without slowing down or dropping the intensity.
It was honestly something so spectacular that doctors or scientists would probably conduct studies on it. But Brad didn't need to know how or why Garry was able to fuck him that way, as long as he was able to.
Brad was so late for training already, and the pool was quite far from Garry's office, but he couldn't quite sprint for fear of the Garry's cum spilling out of his hole, so the best he could do was a brisk walk.
When he finally got the pool, he went straight to the showers to get cleaned up and expel his daddy's seed so he could get in the water. However, before he could even set down his things, he heard his coach shouting his name from his office. so he head over.
"I'm sorry coach. I feel asleep in the library trying to study for my calculus exam later this week. I didn't mean to dip without leaving word. I'll do whatever extra drills you want," Brad said sincerely, as he really did love being captain of the swim team and took it very seriously.
"Well, normally I'd kick your ass with drills for pulling off something like this, but the Dean gave me a call earlier. He needs to talk to you about your potential scholarship for next year, so you need to drop by his office tomorrow afternoon. He also said to extend his congratulations to you for your stellar performance. He was in the crowd during the last competition. Because of that, I'm going to let it slide this time. But make sure it doesn't happen again.
"Ah shit. Do you know if it's good or bad news for my scholarship?" asked Brad.
"No idea, sorry."
"Alright. Well thanks coach, and thanks for giving me a pass this time. It won't happen again," said Brad as he rushed off to the shower.
The stud was a bit worried that the dean wanted to see him in person regarding his scholarship. He had no idea if that was standard practice or not. Brad didn't actually need the scholarship as his family was well off and his parents paid for his tuition, but it would greatly boost his resume, and money saved is money saved.
Later that night, Brad sat in his apartment going through the topics of his upcoming calculus exam. He lied to his coach about falling asleep in the library studying, but he really did have an exam that he needed to study for.
