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Academic Pursuits [Hot College Daze]
by Lou Harper
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Jamie Brennan is putting "cad" back into academia! The son of a well-to-do family and blessed with both dark good looks and buckets of confidence, Jamie lives for the chase. He has a well-deserved reputation around college as a seducer of straight frat boys. No man is off-limits to Jamie--he's happy to help fellow gay students out of the closet, too. He even has lustful designs on his oblivious English professor, so it's no surprise that his amorous pursuits often land him in sticky situations. There's just one flaw in Jamie's perfect world--Roger Hunt. The hunky grad student, who dresses more like a lumberjack than the talented artist he is, gives Jamie hostile looks every time their paths cross. Jamie tries to ignore Roger, but they can't seem to stop running into each other, and Jamie's beginning to wonder if it's more than chance that continues to steer them down the same halls... Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Romantic Comedy / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: March 2012
 
8 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [142 KB]
Words: 29766
Reading time: 85-119 min.
It's hard to talk with your mouth full of cock. And anyway, I was fairly certain Butch Hollins's question regarding the origin of my skills of sucking said cock was a rhetorical one. So I ignored it and kept up the suction. I didn't want him to come too soon, so I teased him a little. I pulled off and let my tongue play with his cockhead, dance around the rim, lick the shiny mushroom head. Up to that point, Hollins had kept his hands by his sides, but just then he placed one on the top of my head and applied a modest but determined pressure. I smiled to myself: my tasty frat boy had just stepped over an invisible line. To reward him, I ducked down on his shaft and worked it with my throat. He was a chubby six inches--big enough, and I was no size queen.
When his cockhead hit the back of my throat, Hollins sucked in air like he'd been holding his breath for the last few minutes. I assumed the dull thunk I heard was the sound of his head hitting the bathroom door. It was out of sync with the rhythmic thumping from the music of the party downstairs.
While I worked Hollins's cock with my mouth, I used one hand to massage his balls and perineum, but didn't venture farther. I didn't want to spook him. You had to be careful with straight boys. I kept my other hand on my own shaft, stroking it at a steady rhythm. When I felt his balls tighten and draw up, I took him down as deep as I could and hummed around his cock. His hips bucked and his warm cum gushed down my throat. Those guttural grunts and groans he made pushed me that much closer to my own release.
Hollins lifted his hand off my head, but otherwise didn't move away while I brought myself to finish. It didn't take long.
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