*Hope you are enjoying the story so far. As usual, this is a novel and is meant to be read from the beginning. If you are just finding "Blake's Bad Decision" I urge you to start from chapter 1. If you've been reading this far and are saying to yourself 'That was a lot of handjobs I had to read through to finally get to some sex, I hope he doesn't just go back to handjobs.' I'm going to try and keep it balanced. You could always leave suggestions in the comments below. I love a challenge and Blake is involved in a League of Sexual Perverts so there are a lot of possibilities.
Anyway, another as usual, all persons taking part in sexual activity are over the age of 18*
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Blake dragged into his dorm at 2am. After all that had happened he was still horny. He started to wonder if only coming once was now the equivalent of foreplay for him now. Usually if he had ejaculated as hard as he did into Miss Slick he would be good for the rest of the day but now he found himself lying in bed with his penis standing as hard as a rock.
"Just how much does it shoot if I do it myself?" Blake wondered. "And if I keep jerking it off, will I pass out?" He realized this time he didn't feel dizzy or faint when he had climaxed in the mocked up Exam room, but he'd only came once.
He pulled out his laptop and started up a dirty video off of a porn site. He grabbed a towel out of his dirty clothes and threw it on the bed. Squirting some lotion onto his right hand he then casually started jerking off over the towel. Being the one touching the exact spots that he liked and using the exact pace that he preferred it wasn't long before he could feel the pleasure welling up in his cock and he shot a long stream of cum onto the towel.
He didn't realize the amount of force he still had built up and the very end of the stream landed past the towel on his bed sheets. He frowned and started to reach for the towel when his legs seemed to go numb.
He fell forward onto the bed and just barely missed the blobs of his own spunk. He lay there for a second looking up at the ceiling and realized that although the room was spinning his cock was still extremely hard. Fortunately his hand was still slick from the lotion also. He reached down and closed his hand around his penis a second time and began stroking again.
He was pleased with the result as he would never have believed he could ejaculate, wait a few seconds and start jerking off again. Sure enough the pleasure began to build up in him again and soon ejaculate was bubbling out of his cock and running down the head and the shaft. He had laid on his back the whole time this time and therefore it ran down his penis like wax down a candlestick and pooled on his stomach.
He had to really concentrate in order to grab the towel that was only laying right next to him. Everything in his body was exhausted and he managed to wipe himself off and throw the towel on the floor. Sleep overcame him almost immediately after that.
Despite not getting to study as much as he had wanted to before he went to the league, his history test went relatively well. He felt as though the other classes were following suit with his history professor because they all announced exams coming up the following week. This meant just as he was getting one test out of the way today, he now had two more to study for and they were both being administered on Wednesday.
He texted Carson and Adam throughout the day, the latter of which was mostly just the two of them talking shit to each other. With Carson, the texts ranged between being sexy and sometimes more sweet. He was surprised when she openly admitted to spending Thursday night with a boy and asked if that upset him. Blake was honest and said he would be a hypocrite if he expected her to save herself for him.
She had taken a long time to text him back after that and then she finally replied just before his history exam.
"So I guess that means you are sleeping with other people also?" She texted.
"Well, yeah, but not very often. I don't go seeking anyone out." He replied back.
"So what, I guess they are just throwing themselves at you then? Is that what you mean by that?"
"Lol, not really. I guess you could say I let it happen organically."
"Well, despite that, I am really looking forward to hanging out with you tonight." She replied after a few minutes.
Blake hadn't forgotten. In fact he felt the same way she did. He really liked Carson. He just felt the need to excuse away monogamy right now. He barely knew her anyway. What was he going to go tying himself down just because he finally found a girl he looked forward to seeing beyond their first erotic encounter?
"I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight also." He answered.
He picked her up from her place and they went to dinner. She picked a sushi place and they laughed as they both tried to figure out how to use chop sticks. The conversation started with school and what they hoped to be in the future.
Carson was a criminal justice major and she told him about how she wanted to join the police force someday. She hoped getting her degree would put her in line to be a lieutenant as she wanted to have a management type roll as an officer.
Blake was impressed. He still hadn't picked a major so he found himself focusing on his core classes. He hoped after seeing which classes were easy and which ones he dreaded that he would have a better idea of where to major.
As they finished the last few pieces of their rolls and nigari Carson took the conversation in a different direction.
"So I'm sorry I brought up sleeping with other people." She said keeping her eyes more on her plate than looking at him.
"Were you still hoping you were the only one?" Blake asked trying to get real information back.
"Maybe a little. I'm not trying to force you into anything."
"You're not, I'd be lying if I said I don't think about you when I..." He realized what he was about to say was stupid and tried desperately to think of something else to say.
"When you're fucking some other chick?" she finished his sentence, but she didn't sound angry. It was more like she was a guy friend egging him on instead.
"I wasn't going to put it so crudely, and I regret even starting that sentence. I guess what I wanted you to know is that I think of you often. I've never had a girl make me feel the way you do. It's just sort of new to me. But I'm not really certain I am a relationship kind of person."
Now she was looking directly at him. Her eyes were a little sad but it looked as though she was trying to appear thoughtful.
"Well, the first time you admitted to being a man whore I took it badly. Then I decided why try and make you something you are not and I came to terms with the real Blake Morris. Then I went over to your dorm to fuck the shit out of you because I at least wanted that. Then when I got there you told me you had surgery and I couldn't touch your dick. Despite that you shot the biggest load I've ever seen a man shoot just from touching my pussy and making me cum. You're really good with your hands by the way. Now here I am sitting in front of you hoping like an idiot that you have decided maybe I could be enough for you and it sounds like I'm still just a pal that wants to make you cum. I just wonder where on your list of all the other pals I fall?"
Blake looked down at his last piece of Tuna on rice. "I uh, I didn't know you felt that way. We've just started to get to know each other. I thought when you said you were ok with our arrangement that you meant it."
"No, you're right. I shouldn't let myself get attached. The other people I sleep with are a lot of fun also. I wouldn't want to give that up just yet. I guess you should be proud of yourself Morris. Even though you don't seem to have a heart, there are still a lot of things about you to like. I won't let my feelings get in the way of our special friendship again. I'm sorry I ruined the night with feelings and shit."
Blake felt awful, but he tried not to show it. She had managed to wound him more than she would probably realize. "Do you think we shouldn't do this anymore?"
She thought about it for a long time, then she finally looked at him and said. "Are you going to put more than your fingers inside of me tonight? Because if you pull that surgery shit again with me...well let's put it this way. Your dick is going inside of me and I don't care if that means it breaks off after I'm done with you."
"Well, about the surgery..."
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" She said just loud enough to not cause a scene. "I made peace with not getting to have you exclusively. Are you going to tell me I can't have you at all...Again!?"
Blake smiled and laughed a little bit.
"You better tell me something either hilarious or amazing right now because I don't think any of this is funny."
"The surgery had a weird effect on me." Blake said, not exactly lying but not being 100% truthful.
"Are you talking about the huge cumshot?" she asked looking suddenly intrigued.
"Yes but now that I have healed. I can cum over and over again now. I just thought you might be interested since you are so hell bent on getting me inside you."
"And I don't take the pill just to manage my cycles. If you think you can cum over and over again then I'm going to ride you till you're empty. I want it dripping out of me for days."
She appeared to be visibly stirred up.
"If you're trying to make me be like you then you might be succeeding." She said smiling.