Finally after hours of procrastination I was seated cross-legged on my bed ready to read an actual text book. I summoned enough will power to start my task before Andre burst into the dorm looking livid. Anger pulsed underneath his dark skin as he paced around before retiring to his bed across me and sat on his bed before registering my presence.
"Oh Beverly," he said with a thick voice.
"Andre," I said in greeting. Going back to the book was out of the picture, "You seem a bit... tense," I said cautiously. It wasn't unusual for him to have bouts of rage over small things and talking to him would most likely trigger a fist in my face so I had to speak coolly.
"The coach fuckin' suspended me for the team, I can't play for two weeks," He growled clenching his fists and shutting his eyes. He was probably imagining chopping the football coach's head off.
"I'm sorry," I said trying to look for words. Sports weren't something I was interested in, so I'd probably embarrass myself in engaging in the topic. Instead I watched him brooding. His biceps were bulging underneath his shit - I hadn't noticed how big they were. His veins were popping out and running all the way up his muscular arm. I wondered where else they'd be showing like this and my gaze fell on his crotch. There was a bulge - a huge one. One my palm couldn't cover.
He cleared his throat and I realized he was watching me while I was eyeing his crotch. "What are you looking at?" He asked with his eyes pinned on me.
"I- I er I was-" He rose and strod to my side of the room towering over me with his bulge at direct level with my face. I could feel my body responding to his proximity and could practically smell the testosterone pumping through him which made matters worse.
"You probably even peek when I'm taking a shower don't you?" He said folding glaring down on me. I felt intimidated ....and turned on.
"N-no" I lied. I thought I was stealthy but I guess not.
"You little lying faggot," He said leaning down and grabbing my shoulders, "You don't want to piss me off by lying further," He warned with his face level with mine now. My tongue felt thick in my mouth and the look on my face broke a grin into his. He let out a chuckle before standing up straight.
"I should have known," He said shaking his head. "You know, you could be a bit more useful now," He said eyeing me with a sly grin.
"What?"
"C'mon, I know you wanna play with it," He said taking my hand and resting it on his crotch. I went limp from shock, then my senses took over. I could feel it pulse underneath my palm, It was huge and arched from restraint of his pants. Slowly and hesitantly I glided my hand up and down feeling my touch swell it a bit.
"Yea that's it, take it out and play with it a bit," He said, his eyes still on me. Inevitably my face morphed into an expression of gluttony as I fumbled with the fly of his pants, slipped my fingers in and pulled out his cock from the inside of his briefs. I felt a budding libido as I held Andre in my hands. He was thick, as expected, the dark skin of his cock contrasting with my pale hand. I stroked it a bit and felt him relax as his cock continued growing more solid until it was curved up and leaking with precum.
Andre smirked at me and tapped his lips. I knew what he wanted and without question I leaned in and pulled down the folds of his foreskin revealing the pink tip which I engulfed with my mouth. He let out a moan closing his eyes tightly as I worked my way down to his shaft with a hand holding his shaft firmly while I sucked gently on the tip. Satisfying slurp sounds filled the quiet of the room as I bobbed my head in a twisting motion advancing up his shaft to the base. My mouth was full of him, the saltiness of his precum and sweat filled my mouth.
His hands held the back of my head and fists of my hair as he started slowly to respond with his own gentle thrusts. His cock touched the back of my throat as he slid in and out. I quickly undid his pants and they dropped to his ankles. His balls hung heavily between his legs and the base of his cock was surrounded by a thick clump of curly pubic hair.
He arched his back and began thrusting more vigorously and breathing was becoming more difficult. He held me firmly, pumping into me with his balls slapping my chin. His eyes had become glazed and his breathing heavy. I could see his body go rigid while my lungs begged for air. I try and pull back and he releases me, his slick cock bobbing in the air until he grabs it my his hand. I was panting and watching as he pumped himself leaning close to my face before his body froze with an animalistic grunt. Ropes of cum were shot at my face, clinging onto my skin while he slowly pumped himself dry.
My face was coated with his seed when he stepped back and collapsed onto his bed. I watched his cock go limp while he continued to stroke it slowly.
"That was fucking good," He said weakly with a smirk playing on his lips while he examined his work, my face.
"I'll go get cleaned up," I said breathlessly and got off my ass and went to the bathroom. I had a feeling this wasn't going to be the last time.
