The unexpected lust story

Storage closet

           The dawn of a new school year had arrived, marking the beginning of my sophomore year in college. Unlike the previous year, my packing was lighter this time, planning on spending more weekends at home. I settled into my dorm room, sharing the space with my roommates and best friends, PJ and Bobby.
            As we were unpacking we talked about what we did over the summer when we weren't together. I lied and said I was with my father the whole summer. Well wasn't fully a lie, I did spend a lot of time with my dad. But when I wasn't with him I was with Bradley.
           Bradley, once my nemesis and tormentor, had taken an unexpected role in my life. He turned things around in a way I never saw coming – from bully to sugar daddy, who was very kinky. But revealing Bradley's role was out of the question.
          How could I possibly explain it? "Oh, by the way, I'm now fucking the guy who made our lives miserable last year, but he showers me with expensive gifts and money"? The idea was laughable. Sharing that truth would make me a hypocrite in their eyes, a label I wasn't ready to embrace.
          I thought that this year would be different. I thought that Bradley and his goons would leave us alone because of our "arrangement". But I was wrong. Bradley still tournamented us like bullies in a 80s highschool movie. He's taunt and push us around. It's quite childish actually. But every so often he would pull me into a closet or a bathroom stall for a kiss. He'd be so tender and soft when it was just us alone. It's so annoying and confusing on how easily he switches up.
As I strolled toward my sociology class, a sudden pull drew me into a dim storage closet. Startled, I exclaimed, "Hey!" A hand swiftly covered my mouth as I was guided inside. Facing him, he leaned in for a kiss. Pulling back, I remarked, "You know, it'd be a lot nicer if you just said you wanted me instead of resorting to kidnapping each time."
           He shushes me and pulls me in for another kiss, I don't fight it. He placed his hands on my hips and pulls me in. He deepens the kiss. I love it, I love it when we're alone and he becomes gentle. He pushes me against the door, his hands going up my shirt. His cold hands start to play with my very sensitive nipples. I whimper into the kiss, the sensation making me go weak.
     Breaking from the kiss, he traces kisses from my jawline to my collarbone. Lifting one of my legs, he holds me against the wall, his hand lingering beneath my shirt. I whimper as he explores, savoring the sensation of his lips and hands on my body.
         He unzips my pants, his hand exploring below— I gasp and moan at the sudden touch. "Oh, Bradley~" escapes my lips. "Shush, Maxie, you don't want anyone to hear, do you?" he teases. I shook my head no. His fingers move, drawing out moans. I strive to stay quiet, but Bradley's touch is too good to resist.
      "Aw, look at you, I'm barely doing anything and yet you're such a moaning mess," he teases, adding another digit and quickening the pace. I moan, "F-fuck, Bradley, more, I want more, please give me more," whimpering. He smirks, adding another digit, teasing, "Such a little slut."
      He smirks evilly, delving deeper in me, bringing me pure bliss, but it's not enough, I need more, I need him to fuck me. "Mmm, Bradley, please give it to me, I want it so bad," I whimper, almost begging.
       Chuckling evilly, he quickens the pace, teasing, "Look at you, begging like a dog for my cock." He pauses, saying, "Well, princess, you're going to have to wait." I plead, "Please, Bradley, I want it now. I'll be a good boy, a really good boy, I promise," whimpering and moaning at the sensation.
       He smirks with a playful tone, "Oh, baby, as much as I'd love to, you've got a class waiting, and we wouldn't want you tardy on your first day now, would we?" His fingers, now a fist, venture deeper, eliciting a mix of pleasure and frustration.
        "I don't give a damn about class right now, Bradley, please. I'll ride it, I'll suck it—anything you want, just give it to me," I plead desperately, my hips instinctively moving to intensify the sensations. The air thickens with anticipation as he toys with the idea, enjoying the control he holds over me.
         "Hmm, nope, it's tempting, but let's save the fun for later," he chuckles evilly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Maybe if you be a good boy, go to class, I'll reward you with my cock later. But for now..." He interrupts with a bold move, using his free hand to grasp my member and simultaneously increasing the speed with his fist.
         I moan uncontrollably, a mix of pleasure and frustration as his skilled hands work their magic. Squirming under his touch, the anticipation builds, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me. The room is filled with a symphony of sighs and desperate whispers.
        He maintains a steady pace, teasingly denying the complete release I crave. "Such a naughty boy, Maxie. But not now," he declares with a wicked grin, his actions pushing me to the edge. The intensity builds, a tantalizing dance on the precipice, until finally, I succumb to the climax, a shiver coursing through my body.
       "Oh, look at how much you came," he smiles wickedly, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "Be ready for later because I'm going to fuck you so hard. You won't get breaks or say no; you'll be my personal cock sleeve all night." His words hang in the air, a promise that sends a shiver down my spine, mixing desire with a hint of trepidation.
       Chuckling, he casually throws me a rag, his demeanor shifting from intense passion to a nonchalant ease.""Clean yourself up," he instructs, leaving me to gather my senses. The room lingers with the aftermath of our heated encounter as he exits, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.
       As I wipe away the traces of my excitement, my mind races with anticipation for the night ahead. What does Bradley have in store? Ropes, toys, the collar perhaps? The sheer array of possibilities fuels my excitement, and I can't help but imagine the thrilling scenarios that might unfold.
       I get up and retrieve my bag and make my way to class, the thoughts of Bradley and his commanding presence dominating my mind. Somehow, I manage to arrive right on time, but my focus remains on Bradley and his body. Specifically his cock. His big fat juicy cock— I need to stop thinking about him before I get a boner.