College Bathrooms

Published on Jul 17, 2021

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using my boytoy

I met him before he even got into college, but he told me he wanted to get into psychology as well.
I saw potential, so I made sure he got in.

"Hey, do you have class at 4?"
"Today is Wednesday, I'm going home at 3"
"Ok cool, be in the bathrooms at 4. Neurology class always stresses me off, but the teacher is so damn hot."|
"Hum, I had plans at 4... and I was supposed to be home at 3:30"
"Cool, see you at 4 then. Going into class now. Don't be fucking late."

He wouldn't ever get into college without me.
He owes me and he knows it - plus, he fucking loves my cock and being handled around as my bitch.

During class, I couldn't stop myself from thinking what neurotransmitters would explode in my teacher's brain while
I fucked their fat ass bent over that table...
Dopamine, serotonin, acetylcholine, and I'm sure some cortisol too...

Paying attention to class is definitely easier when it is interesting in more than one way if you know what I mean.
Regardless, this was an advanced class. I didn't think I would learn electrochemistry when I first got into psychology,
to be honest, but here we are.
I'm horny from seeing my teacher, from the intellectual stimulation,
and from having a bitchboi waiting patiently for me near the bathrooms.

He memorized my schedule, so he knew what building I'd be in and which were the appropriate bathrooms.
I made sure to give him the complete campus tour when he got here. Show him where he'd do his homework,
and where he'd do his special tasks...

After 2 lovely hours of biochemistry and psychoanalysis, the class was finally over and my testosterone was pumped up.
I came to my teacher's desk to flirt a little with them and ask for a couple more days
to do that big homework I'm overachieving - I got a yes (as expected).

I took my things and headed to the second-nearest bathrooms (the ones with fewer people).
I checked the time before going in 2:14. He had been waiting quite some time.
That will be having him on edge.
He knows he mustn't touch himself without permission - especially before meeting me.

I got into the stall I knew he would be in, and there he was,
sitting patiently playing some game on his phone he immediately closed when he saw the door opening.

"Hey, you say 4"
"Shut up, I'm in a hurry, just open your mouth"

He felt the humiliation hitting his gut, but he knew he'll do whatever I told him to.
With some resignation, he put his phone in his pocket as he got on his knees and
quietly opened his mouth to me, too ashamed to look me in the eye.

I grabbed his chin with a finger and pulled his head up.
I wanted to see the humiliation of feeling like an object in his eyes.
I love that shiny wet look in his eyes - ashamed of himself but full of lust and desire for more.

Without a second doubt, I pushed my index and middle finger all the way into his throat, ignoring his gag reflex.

He knows better. This will be the easy part, he knows he'll have to contain it.
After some pull and push inside his mouth, his reflex got softer.

I was already hard and ready since I was in class.

I pulled my cock out - his eyes shined in excitement like they always do.

"Ready?"
He couldn't even put a word together,
he just nodded yes.

Slowly, but steadily, I took his mouth. All the way in until his nose kissed my stomach - and then some more.
He was struggling, but he'd be fine. I let out a big moan. His throat is tight.
I took it all the way out and then repeated the process.
He's definitely more receptive after the last semester of training.

I continued penetrating him, sliding my head through the roof of his mouth.
The back of his throat had a nice texture and warm feel that I like to hit with my shaft.

In and out.

Faster each time.

In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In...

I locked my fingers behind his head, he grabbed the walls of the stall for support, and after
I slapped him and spat on his face, I proceeded to masturbate hard and fast with my boytoy.
He was really struggling now, he was really focusing on not interrupting me.
I knew it, and I loved it.

I was busy taking pleasure from him so I just did.

In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In...

From the back of his throat out until his lips were kissing my head,
and then sliding it all the way into his throat.

As I got closer and closer, I would press his neck with my hands to squeeze my dick.
Felt amazing.

In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.
In and out. In...

He was having trouble breathing, I could tell.
And as his face was starting to change color I could feel I was getting close.

And then, with a loud groan, I shoved into his hole while I pulled his face deep into me,
and I shoot my big thick stream straight into his throat while thinking of my teacher bent over the desk. 
He couldn't even taste it, I skipped over his tongue deep into his throat.
And after I recovered my breath, I left him go with a big moan.

That was amazing - I'm amazing.

He fell down with his hands to his knees while he gasped for some air.
I looked at him, gave him a couple of seconds, and then took a step back.

He looked up at me, I looked down at my feet, and he knew what to do...

He went down and slowly and respectfully kissed each of my shoes several times.

This is the reason he's here. I'm giving him some real purpose to live.

"Thank you"

He looks cute like this: used, abused, achieved, happy. and wet.
This is what power looks like - using someone's body as an object and being thanked.
He's one of my many subjects, I'm his Reign.

I gave him a gentle "good boy" slap, pulled my pants up, zipped up, and casually left the bathroom.

I had still a busy day full of homework and a night with the homies. 

I love being me, to be honest.


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