Virgin Fantasy Fulfilled

It was another long day in class. The thermostat never worked quite right in this classroom, and it was always too warm. The professor's voice was too soft and he refused to use a microphone. The combination of these things made the droning lecture almost too much to take. One's mind was left to wander.

Ken sat in the back of the classroom on the right side. His mind was one of those wandering as he resisted the urge to idly scroll social media on his phone under the table. It wouldn't be good to be caught.

Ken had a slight frame and olive skin--short dark hair, and was clearly one of the younger students in the class. He felt it. Half the class were upper year students looking to pick up an elective. Some were Masters students on another curriculum. There were even a couple of mature students, taking the class as part of a certificate.

Ken's bored suffering was suddenly interrupted by the voice of another student sitting in the rear of the classroom on the opposite side. He was one of the mature students, and his voice was deep and confident. He would often speak up, especially since he and the professor seemed to be friends. Listening to him was always a welcome break from the soft drone of the professor's voice. He loved the deep masculine tones. Ken felt like he never spoke for quite long enough.

The mature student's name was Joseph. Another benefit of him speaking was that it excused Ken some time to look at him. Joseph always wore black, often with a collared leather jacket. He wore boots, and leaned back nonchalantly against the back wall of the classroom. He had a shaved head and reddish beard, which especially made him stand out amongst all the 20-somethings in most of Ken's classes. Something about the way Joseph sat with one leg over the other was especially distracting.

There was one particular distraction which always flitted into Ken's mind: sex. Every day after class Ken could hardly focus enough to look over his assignment or prepare for class the next day. Despite his best-laid plans, he would always end up on his phone and start scrolling. Without fail that scrolling would lead to his browser, and the browser window would inspire a few familiar searches:

'twink amateur'

'gay orgy'

'straight guys sucked'

'gay breeding'

And of course, 'daddy bwc'

It's the last one that lingered in Ken's mind whenever he had an opportunity to watch Joseph. His eyes would always linger on the crotch of his jeans, especially how his hips stuck up the way he was sitting. Ken's mind would drift. He'd imagine Joseph's underwear. He'd wonder if his pubic hair had the same reddish tinge as his beard. Ken imagined what is cock must look like, soft resting over his balls and thighs. Sometimes he imagined him cut, sometimes uncut. Always he would end up imagining unzipping Joseph's fly, reaching in, and feeling another man's warm cock against his palm.

He'd pull it out. It would throb and stiffen. Tall and beautiful. He imagined the taste. He wanted it on his tongue, sliding into his throat. He wanted Joseph moaning with that deep voice. He wanted the warm creamy burst of Joseph's cum.

The fantasizing always got away from Ken and he had to snap out of it before he lingered too long with his stare. But, predictably, Ken felt his penis stirring. He felt his asshole's gentle little ache.

It made it so much worse that Ken had never been with another man. He was a virgin. Now that he was in his 20s he felt like it made him obsessed. He watched too much porn to keep up with school. He'd use the dorm showers and daydream about the another guy sneaking into his shower and fucking him.

He stared too long this time. Joseph returned his look, just for an instance. Ken looked away and shifted uncomfortably in his chair as his penis stiffened.

- - -

Joseph packed up his notebook into his computer bag. He knew he was the only one who took handwritten notes anymore, and he liked it that way. If he was going to stand out as the 'old guy' in all of his classes, he was going to own it. He didn't mind.

What bothered him a little more was the way other students stared at him when he spoke. It made him feel like he was speaking another language. He had knowledge and experience and always knew what he was going to say before he started speaking, but there was distance which made it feel impossible to connect with anyone.

It would have been good to make a few friends, but he knew he made people feel uncomfortable. Anyway, they were in different stages of their lives. There really was no use. He was nearly finished his certificate anyway.

Joseph slung the computer bag over his shoulder and shifted up onto his boots. As he was making his way to the door he heard his professor speak hastily. Everyone turned.

"I forgot. We're a little behind since I was ill, so I had to change the due dates. But you have your group projects due next month. Do you want me to choose your pairs, or do you want to find your own?"

Joseph's heart sank. Even though he knew the material, he knew no one would volunteer to pair with him. He loved being in school, but he detested group work, and it was these moments which made it feel like a stupid mistake to come back to the college after all these years.

The class was inconclusive in their response, as ever. They would decide how to pair up next class. Joseph made the long walk back to his car.

- - -

Ken's heart was in his throat as he made the short walk back to his dorm room. He didn't know who to pair with either. He was quiet and awkward and hardly said a word in the class. No one would volunteer to pair with him. His work was never that good anyway.

He hoped that the professor would choose the pairs himself. All he had to do was get through the project, sneak through the class with a modest passing grade, and try to survive his third year of university.

He laid on his bed in his one-bed dorm room and scrolled Instagram. It was just a habit: he already knew how this would go. Soon his thumb tapped on chrome. Soon it tapped on the search box, and there he hesitated.

He always had to think a moment about what to search. He always wanted to find something exciting so he could scroll through videos for an hour and edge himself. That thrill and stroking for a long time gave him the best orgasms.

He started: 'twi'... and then he stopped. Backspace.

'bwc fucks asian gay'

In streamed video upon videos of beautiful cocks pressing into bottom guys who looked more like him. He loved the amateur stuff especially because the sex seemed real, and the moans of the bottom and rhythm of the thrusting and the grunts of the orgasms all seemed more real.

Ken pulled his pants and underwear down and stroked his penis to all the videos he lingered on. It was so good today. As he swelled and he felt the pressure building, he stopped rubbing himself because he didn't want to cum yet. Instead he spread and reached lower and started to rub his asshole.

Then he found the video he needed. An Asian bottom, recording on his hands and knees over his shoulder as he's mounted by an older man. Ken slipped a finger into his hole. His cock throbbed. When the top began to thrust and moan Ken moved onto his own knees with his ass up and watched in the same position that the bottom was recording.

He swayed with the video. His penis wasn't big but it felt good while it swung. He couldn't see the top's face in the video but he could see his hairy belly and his strong arms and then it was Joseph's face. Joseph's beard. Joseph's cock making his body sway.

The bottom in the porn video slid his phone under his body as they continued to fuck. Ken could see his cock swaying and his balls shaking and the shaft of the top sliding in and out of his hole. Now he was fucking so hard the big hairy balls of the top were swinging.

Ken couldn't help it. He could feel the pressure build and he started to squirt onto his bed without touching.

- - -

Two days later Joseph was back in the same warm classroom, sitting in the back corner, leaning on the wall. The professor was at the front of the room, and as typical, had not decided how the class were going to pair. To Joseph's dismay, it became clear that most of the class had paired up already. He hoped that he would be the odd one out and get to complete the project on his own.

"Joseph and Ken, you two don't have anyone. You're good to work together?" of course they both had to nod yes. "So," Joseph thought, "I get to work with the quiet kid. I've never heard him say a word. I'm sure I'll have to do all the work."

He could see Ken looking at him from across the room. The kid looked nervous, and always seemed to stare. Joseph felt a little bad for him, and it occurred to him it may be for the best that Ken will have someone to help him complete the project well.

After class Joseph approached him, leaning on Ken's table. "When are you free to meet? My schedule is flexible."

"I'm free t-today," Ken stammered. "This is my last class."

"Student union café? Want to walk over?"

"Sure," Ken said and slipped his laptop into its case.

The two walked across campus to the café. Joseph wasn't sure what to say.

"What year are you in?" he asked.

"Third," Ken abruptly responded.

This was going to be awkward.

- - -

Ken tried to walk beside the older man as they crossed campus, but his larger gait and other passing students made it difficult. When he had to slip behind Joseph he stared at his feet. It was all he could do not to stare at the older man's ass and imagine it clenched and at work.

They stood at the counter at the café. Ken wasn't sure what to order, so he got a small latte. Joseph ordered an Americano and was kind enough to pay.

They settled at the table. Ken pulled out his laptop while Joseph found his notebook.

"Alright. I think we can probably divide the work up. I can probably look after most of the research. How are you with powerpoint?" Joseph asked as they started to discuss their plans.

Ken agreed to everything Joseph said. It was a little embarrassing to let Joseph do the research, but he wanted to be agreeable. It also made sense for Ken to prepare the presentation when he was the one with a laptop on the table.

Joseph chose a topic; Ken agreed. Joseph came up with some important talking points; Ken agreed. Then there was a long pause.

"Hey, I appreciate it," Joseph said to break the silence. "I always feel like the old guy around here. I don't want to come off like a creep."

"It's alright," Ken said. "I don't mind. I didn't know who to group with. It's not creepy"

"Yeah," Joseph laughed. "Thanks. How are you getting by this year?"

"Not great," Ken said, a little more comfortable. "I'm stressed. So I'm glad you know what you're doing."

"I don't mind. I've done it all before. It's sort of easier for me to take charge."

"I like that," Ken said. Then he blushed.

Joseph laughed again and let the comment go. "Can we meet Saturday? Same place?"

"I don't think they're open Saturday."

"Where then? Do you drive?"

"No," Ken answered.

"I'll come here then. Know a quiet place?"

"My room," Ken couldn't believe he said it.

"Your room?"

"Yeah. I have a dorm room. It's private." Ken hesitated. "If that works!"

"Yeah, sure," Joseph said. He already didn't look forward to walking through the dorms as 'the old guy,' but they just needed to get it all over with.

"Okay," Ken stammered again, and they parted.

For the next two days Ken was full of anxiety. He tried to get out and walk campus, but it was no good. He couldn't even touch his other homework. He found himself watching the same porn video from the last time over and over, and in a way it only made him feel more nervous.

Finally the day came, and Ken met Joseph outside his building. He used his keycard to get into the door and led Joseph down the narrow hallways to his room. Joseph looked so big in the hallways.

The length of one wall of Ken's room was a desk. There were two chairs and the work space ended up being more convenient than the café. In short order Ken relaxed and began to enjoy Joseph's company. He liked his voice, and the way he held himself, and how Joseph would laugh and joke to keep him comfortable.

He liked Joseph's masculine smell, too. And the way he sat. And how soft his beard looked.

"You have a girlfriend?" Joseph abruptly asked while he was packing up his notes.

"No!" Ken responded, maybe a little too emphatically. "Not my type," he stammered.

"Smart." Joseph laughed again. "I just have an exwife from all the way back in my 20s. I think you've figured this out."

Ken blushed. They looked at eachother for a moment, both uncertain what to say.

"We'll have to do this again," Joseph finally said.

"Yeah," Ken said. "You know, get me the research as soon as you can."

"I'll do that," Joseph said as he stood and left the room. "See you later."

Ken sighed deeply. He could hardly believe what he had said and hoped it was all okay. His thoughts were racing. He could still smell Joseph. It was masculine, like a musky vanilla.

He leaned over to smell the chair where Joseph was sitting. It smelled so good. He was throbbing. He wanted to badly to cum to the smell and, as was his new habit, he quickly stripped and settled ass up on his bed while stroking.

- - -

Joseph was hardly down the hall before he checked his pocket and realized he had forgotten his phone. With a sigh he turned about and made for Joseph's room again. He knocked, probably too softly for the heavy dorm room doors, and tried the doorknob.

When the door opened he saw Ken. He saw his smooth ass in the air with his cheeks naturally parted, showing his grey-pink hole. He saw his balls shaking while he stroked. He saw his slender hips. Ken was beautiful.

Ken didn't seem to hear the knock, and didn't even immediately notice Joseph enter the room. He was too involved in his play, and moaning into his pillow. But as Joseph took a step Ken froze still.

Ken abruptly turned over and looked toward the door. Joseph watched him. Ken pulled a blanket over his body. He looked like he was going to speak, but Joseph spoke first.

"It's alright," Joseph said with a hush and a pause. And then, "you like me, don't you?"

Ken didn't move. He stared nervously.

"I can go," Joseph said, looking toward his phone. "Sorry."

Joseph quickly picked up his phone and made for the door. Then he heard Ken's voice behind him, "stay."

Joseph turned and looked Ken in his eyes. Then he reached to the corner of the blanket and slid it off of Ken's body.

Ken was slender and pretty and didn't cover himself. Joseph saw his slender penis standing straight from a small tuft of black hair. His foreskin was gathered under the head. Joseph's eyes lingered there, then to his smooth round balls, and then lower where he could just see Ken's ass parting.

"I've never been with a guy," Joseph said. "I've wanted to try for a while. Can we?"

Ken nodded and started to touch his penis, but Joseph leaned over him onto the bed. Ken closed his eyes.

- - -

Ken closed his eyes, and couldn't believe the chills that ran up his body when he felt Joseph's beard on his thighs. He shuddered and moaned and felt the older man's tongue on his balls, licking up his shaft. He could hear Joseph's lips smack as he sucked on the head of his penis. Then he felt Joseph shift. Ken opened his eyes.

Joseph was kneeling between his legs, unlatching his belt. He dropped his pants and Ken could see his cock pressing against his boxer briefs.

Ken rose to his knees and reached, hand trembling, until he felt the soft shape of Joseph's cock through the briefs.

"Have you sucked a man before?" Joseph asked.

Ken shook his head 'no.'

"Suck mine."

Ken reached into the briefs and wrapped his hand around the warm flesh--then pulled it out.

Joseph's cock was large and growing--pale with distinct bulging veins. The head was beautiful pink and only growing larger. It had a slight twist, but was thick and with a slight taper at the base.

"It's hard for you," Joseph said. "Taste me."

Ken stopped worrying. He leaned in and took the warm salty head to his lips then onto his tongue. It was so different from his own, so much bigger, and it made him feel beautiful and feminine. When he took Joseph's cock into his lips and began to slurp on it, Joseph's moan caused Ken to wash with a sense of euphoria.

Joseph stroked Ken's hair and gently thrusted into Ken's mouth. Ken slurped and stroked near the base, then reached for Joseph's large hairy balls and massaged.

Joseph pulled off his shirt. He broke Ken's sucking to pull off his underwear. As he lifted his knees to remove them, he leaned forward over Ken, pinning him to the bed.

Ken parted his legs, and he felt Joseph's hard cock pressing down over his penis. Joseph started to grind him, and Ken held onto his shoulders. Then Joseph's head turned and his beard brushed over Ken's cheek. Joseph kissed him.

Ken returned the kiss passionately and pulled the older man in. He felt Joseph tongue enter his mouth and started to suck on it and buffet it with his own. His slender hips pressed up to Joseph's cock eagerly.

Then Joseph pulled away and knelt again, looking down at the younger man. He reached for Ken's penis and rubbed it with his large hand, before whispering, "turn over like you were before."

Ken eagerly obliged. He stuck his smooth ass up in the air, and then reached to his bedside table. He felt his vibrator in the drawer and next to it a bottle of lube, which he tossed back to Joseph with eager invitation.

He felt Joseph's hands part his ass. He braced himself, and tried to stay relaxed to take Joseph. But all at once he felt the man's beard against his bottom, and felt his wet and broad tongue press against his asshole.

Joseph tongue worked at the younger man hungrily, swirling his tongue against his hole. Ken felt it press inside him, then against on the outside to swirl. Joseph pressed so hard against him that Ken could hardly hold himself up, but Joseph took him by the hips and pulled his ass against his face.

It was ecstatic. The swirling tongue felt so good, better than anything he had done alone, and he had never felt so hot and wanted. He felt pressure building and tried to contain himself. He didn't want to let Joseph down. Ken wanted him to see, but it was futile, and Ken's penis started to squirt as Ken pushed his ass back into the man's face with a pleasured whimper.

Then he felt Joseph's pull away. He felt him bring his body up toward his. He braced, nervous to take such a large cock, but desperate to feel it inside him.

- - -

Ken's saliva soaked hole was the prettiest Joseph had ever seen. He always loved to admire his girlfriends' asses, but they would so seldom let him lick and indulge the way that Ken had. Joseph's cock softly ached and his balls felt heavy. Joseph had to fuck him.

He took the bottle of lube and spurted it over his fingers. Then he worked it toward his index finger and rubbed Ken's hole.

"Pucker it," Joseph whispered. Ken did, and his hole was even more inviting than before.

Joseph slid his finger into Ken and Ken moaned and shifted, but only arched further. Joseph slid his long finger deeper until he felt Ken's prostate and gave it a massage. The way Ken moaned in response was lovely.

Joseph leaned back and took his cock into his hand. He pressed it forward to Ken's asshole, rubbing his precum on the soft pink puckered hole. He massaged the head of his cock against Ken's hole for some time, every so often pressing slightly. He'd watch Ken's hole offer a small part, and then pull back to rub more.

When he couldn't stand it anymore, Joseph asked, "ready?"

"Yeah," Ken said with some urgency. "Fuck me, daddy." Joseph couldn't see him blush.