What We Did in the Faculty Basement

As some of you already know, I got addicted to the taste of my boyfriend. I still have trouble believing it, because a few years earlier I thought oral sex was the most degrading act there was. Today it’s one of the main sources of my pleasure, and I’m not exaggerating when I say that sucking Bruno’s cock became my obsession. At the time I even imagined that my whole sex life could be reduced to sucking it until the very last drop, and it seemed perfect to me. I don’t think of it that way quite so extremely anymore, but oral is still, without a doubt, my favorite activity.

Bruno and I started dating in our last year of high school, and by the time this happened we were both in college, in the same degree program. We had long since left behind all the first times: oral, vaginal, and, last of all, the most anticipated of them all, when I let him stick his dick in my ass after months of him begging me to.

What we both like best is oral. Beyond the fact that I’m fascinated by his anatomy, the way his cock widens toward the base, how thick it is when I’ve got the whole thing in my hand, how thick and sweet his cum is when he shoots in my mouth, oral has a huge advantage over the rest: it doesn’t need preparation. To fuck, you need a condom; for anal, you need lube and patience. To suck it, all you need is a corner where we can hide and for him to unzip his pants.

I need to kneel to suck him properly, and for him to return the favor and eat my pussy, a chair is enough: I sit with my legs wide open and he kneels between them, tongue straight on my clit. The only thing I need, and it’s more psychological than real, is a piece of chewing gum so I don’t end up with a telltale cum breath. The truth is nobody would notice anything, but chewing something after swallowing a load puts me at ease. It was almost a superstition.

Since we went to the same college and lived nearby, we were together almost all day. We didn’t sit right next to each other in class, but we always walked from my place or his to the building. More than once, if we were left alone for a while, I’d give him a quick blow job before we left and we’d go off like nothing had happened, with his taste still on my tongue. If we had ten more minutes, he’d pull my panties down and make me come with his mouth glued to my cunt.

In those quick sessions I knelt on a cushion so I wouldn’t hurt myself, he sat in the desk chair with his legs spread and his already hard cock pointed at my face, and I fixed my hair before starting. I had to fix it because afterwards I’d spend five or six hours in class and I couldn’t show up disheveled, looking like I’d just had a cock in my mouth.

I usually started slowly, with my tongue, licking the whole length of his dick from the balls to the tip, looking up at him from below with a lovestruck face, as if telling him wordlessly that this mouth was made for him, for his cock and for his load. I sucked his testicles one by one, taking them whole into my mouth while with my hand I gave him a slow handjob, and then I went back up, tracing the vein that runs under his cock. Bruno went crazy and tried to hold back his moans, not always successfully. He loved it when I spit on his cock and used my own saliva to jerk him off while I sucked only the tip, playing with the head against my palate. When I wanted him to finish, I’d quietly ask him to give me his, that I was thirsty, that I needed to swallow all his milk. Usually he couldn’t hold out much after that: I could feel his cock swelling even more inside my mouth and in two or three thrusts he’d shoot all the way down my throat.

We had lost a lot of the clumsy tenderness of the first times, although swallowing every drop always had a practical justification: if he came outside, he could stain my clothes or my hair, and I had to look presentable for several hours. It was almost a technical argument; I’d laugh to myself thinking about it while I felt the semen sliding down my throat.

***

That day we had met up for lunch at my place and then planned to go together. My mom and my younger sister were there, so we couldn’t do absolutely anything. Even so, we locked ourselves in my room for a while, kissed in silence, I grabbed his cock over his jeans and felt it get hard against my hand in a matter of seconds. I squeezed his balls softly, bit his lip, and left him with an impossible-to-hide erection, the tip clearly outlined against the fabric.

When we went downstairs, Bruno greeted my mom. She looked at him, noticed he was rattled, and then pinned me with a look that said everything. She didn’t say a word, but she realized we’d been doing something upstairs.

We set off walking the fifteen blocks that separated us from the college.

“Hey, your mom looked at me like complete shit,” Bruno said, still red-faced.

“Well, no wonder, you were rock hard. On top of that, you walked weird trying to hide it and only made it worse. Your cock was showing through your pants, idiot.”

“I got nervous, it’s your mom. Besides, it’s your fault.”

“My fault?”

“Yeah. You ran your fingers under my nose.”

It was true. While we were kissing in silence, I’d slipped my hand under my panties, sunk two fingers into my slit until they came out soaked in my juices, and rubbed them under his nose so he could breathe in my wet cunt smell. My natural smell never fails to get him hard, and I knew it perfectly well. Sometimes I’m pretty mean.

We got there around twelve-thirty and ran into Caro at the entrance.

“They just said the Statistics professor didn’t show up. We’re fucked until two-ten,” she told us.

“Fuck. If we’d known, we would’ve stayed at your place,” Bruno complained.

Going back and forth made no sense: between the round trip we’d lose half an hour walking. So we decided to stay. We sat in the inner courtyard, one beside the other, watching the rest of them go into their classrooms. The girls in our section stayed chatting in their group, the guys in theirs, and the only ones in a mixed group were us and another little couple.

“I’m dying for you to suck me, Bru. You left my pussy a puddle from your house on,” she whispered in my ear.

“Haha, tough luck. Hold out until tomorrow, if we have time.”

“What a bummer. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Unless we find a quiet place and you put it in my mouth right now.”

“You mean an empty classroom?”

“No. The big bathroom, the one on the ground floor. We can both get in comfortably and I’ll suck you against the wall.”

“Could be. Oh, no, wait: if someone wants to come in and sees us going out together, we’re screwed.”

“You’re right. We can’t.”

“What about the downstairs hall?” he suggested.

The downstairs hall was an auditorium across the courtyard and down a few stairs. It was used to project things on a big screen or for some event that needed a lot of space. Most of the time it was empty and locked, but it was worth checking.

“Let’s do this,” Bruno said. “I’ll go first and check if it’s open and empty. If it is, I’ll stay there. You come in five minutes later so nobody sees us going in together.”

“Deal, perfect.”

He left and didn’t come back in five minutes, so I understood he was already inside. I went after him. Even though everyone knew we were dating, both of us disappearing toward an empty room would have been too obvious. Even sitting there fiddling with our phones outside the classroom was enough to get us called out.

***

The hall had the door open and was dark: being in a basement, no natural light came in. There were chairs and desks stacked against one wall, a projector hanging from the ceiling, a small stage with curtains at the back, and plenty of open space. We checked the best hiding place and decided to get behind the curtain. If someone came in, they wouldn’t see us right away, and in the worst case we could stay still and pretend to be asleep. That would already have been a problem, but much less so than the other possible scenario: being caught with his cock in my mouth.

We lit the way with my phone’s flashlight, climbed up onto the stage, and sat on the floor behind the fabric. We started kissing slowly, holding back every sound. I ran my tongue along his neck looking for that reaction I know by heart, felt his skin goosebump and his hard cock press against his pants again. I lifted my shirt, yanked my bra aside, and let him suck on my tits. He took one nipple between his lips and started licking it with the tip of his tongue, first one and then the other, while I pressed his neck against my chest. He bit them softly, then harder, and ran his tongue over my cleavage. He did it for a good while, until I almost let out a moan and had to stop him with my hand over his mouth. I couldn’t stand not having him between my lips anymore.

Bruno was already on the verge just from the situation. The thrill of possibly being discovered, added to the voices of our classmates filtering in from the courtyard, sent adrenaline surging through both of us. I put my hand over the bulge and it was rock hard, outlined against his jeans, begging to be freed.

“Take your pants off,” I told him very quietly.

“Wait, I’ll just lower them.”

He loosened his belt, opened his jeans, and slid them down to the middle, along with his boxers. His cock sprang out, hard, swollen, the tip already shining with pre-cum. He stayed seated on the floor, awkward, with half his pants still on, but by then it didn’t matter.

“Is that for me?” I asked, leaning in, licking my lips.

“All of it. And what comes out of it too.”

I brought my face close, grabbed him at the base with one hand, and took a deep breath before starting, inhaling the man smell that drives me crazy. I ran my tongue over his balls first, sucked them one by one, wrapped my lips around them while with my other hand I gave him a very slow handjob, squeezing the skin down so the tip turned even more purple. Then I slowly went up with my tongue, from bottom to top, following the thick vein that runs under his cock, never taking my eyes off his.

“Is that okay or do you want more?”

“Please, don’t leave me like this.”

I ran my tongue over the tip, circled the head, and he shuddered all over. I licked the thread of pre-cum hanging from him and swallowed it while staring straight at him. He was making a superhuman effort not to make noise, and I was dedicated to provoking him precisely for that reason, because I could: any sound would give us both away. I opened wide and took him in suddenly, halfway down, sucking hard as I went up and down, drawing on him with hollow cheeks, playing with the rhythm, first slow, then faster, choking myself a little on purpose. I could feel him swelling inside my mouth, the skin of his cock tightening against my tongue.

“You’re going to kill me… you suck so fucking well… you’re such a whore, baby,” he whispered, voice breaking.

I pulled my tongue out for a second to look at him, with a thin strand of saliva linking my lips to the tip of his cock, just to turn him on more, and went back in. I tried to take him as deep as I could, until I felt the tip bump against the back of my throat, while with one hand I squeezed a nipple and with the other I massaged his balls. I held it there for a few seconds, breathing through my nose, feeling his cock move inside my mouth with each beat of his heart. At one point I quietly asked him to stand up, and as soon as he did, holding the curtain with one hand and my nape with the other, I was able to take him in all his glory. He shoved it all the way in, pushed his hips forward very slowly, controlling himself so he wouldn’t make noise, while I opened wide and let him use me. My eyes filled with tears from the effort, my mascara ran, a thread of spit hung from my chin, but I didn’t care at all. I could hear him trying to swallow his moans and that muffled sound made me even wetter.

“Baby, I can’t hold on anymore. I’m gonna come.”

So, just to fuck with him, I stopped dead and pulled my mouth off him, leaving his cock dripping spit, throbbing in the air, one second from climax.

“Aren’t you going to take my milk?” he asked, desperate.

“No, not unless you ask me to,” I answered, playing around, barely running the tip of my tongue over the head without letting him unload. “Ask me nicely.”

“Take all of it, baby. Please. Swallow every last drop.”

“Are you letting me keep all your load?”

“Obviously. It’s all yours. Suck it, don’t stop.”

I stuffed it back in my mouth full force, moving my head up and down fast, squeezing his balls with my hand, and a few seconds later he warned me through clenched teeth that he was about to finish. I felt his whole cock contract against my tongue, his testicles swelling. I pulled my mouth away just enough and rested my tongue against the tip, lips parted, so he could see it all spill there, knowing that watching me made him even hotter. He finished in a couple of thick waves of hot semen that I took straight on my tongue, thick spurts filling my mouth one after the other. I tried to swallow without closing my mouth so he could see the milk sliding down my throat, and I didn’t quite manage; a thread escaped from the corner of my lips and I caught it with my finger and took it back inside. I still need practice for those movie scenes. As soon as he was done, I took him all the way back in and kept sucking for a while longer to get the very last drop out and leave no trace on his cock or his pants. I felt him softening in my mouth, getting more and more sensitive, until he could barely take it and had to pull my head away.

“I love the way you do it. You’re the best. I love you,” he said, still panting, breath coming in broken little gasps.

“And I love you. And this too,” I answered, running my tongue over my lips and winking at him, the taste of his load still sitting in my mouth.

***

He pulled his pants back up. I lit my phone to check that he didn’t have any stains on his clothes or his face, and I checked myself too, because I had the feeling some had escaped down my chin. Everything was clean, but that was when the horror hit me: I didn’t have a single piece of gum on me.

“I’m going to spend the whole day with milk breath,” I said, horrified.

“Go kiss Daniela, then she’ll lose her undefeated record,” he joked.

The face I gave him must have been monumental, because he immediately laughed.

“It’s a joke. Buy something at the kiosk during recess.”

“I didn’t bring any money.”

“I’ll buy it for you, baby. As a reward for the blow job.”

I left the dark hall first. Luckily, nobody crossed my path. Five minutes later he came out. His friends saw him appear out of nowhere and he said he’d fallen asleep for a nap. I don’t know if they believed him. I went straight to the bathroom to look in the mirror, searching for any stain that would give me away or any white residue at the corner of my mouth, but everything was in order.

I spent the rest of the day with the taste of his semen in my mouth and honestly I thought it was the funniest thing. That was the first of many times we did something in that hall. Hardly anyone was ever there, so it turned into the perfect place to keep feeding my addiction to Bruno’s cock.

In the afternoon we walked back and had a conversation I still remember.

“I loved today. Among other things, that’s why I love you,” he said.

“And I love you. We can do it again. I think that can be our secret place.”

“Yeah, and do other little things. Someday I want to fuck you down there, pressed up against the stage.”

“Like what else?”

“I’d like to leave my mark on you. Come on your face, on your tits. Let everyone know you’re mine.”

“Everyone already knows,” I laughed.

And, sure enough, we repeated it several times. Most of the time it ended with his load in my mouth; once or twice he left it on my face or between my tits and then cleaned me up without anyone noticing. But I’ll tell that another time.

***

The story, however, didn’t end there. That night, while I was in my room, my mom knocked on the door.

“Lucía, I need to talk to you.”

“What happened, Mom?”

“I’m embarrassed to tell you this, but I have to. Your boyfriend left today very… how do I put this without making it sound bad? Very upset. He was walking weird, the poor thing didn’t even know how to hide it. I understand you’re young and full of hormones, but try to keep it under control here, at least while your sister is around.”

“Sorry, Mom. I promise it won’t happen again.”

The truth is she was right. No matter how uncomfortable it was for my mom to realize something like that, it was fair of her to say it. Sometimes, when you’re horny, you do things without thinking too much.

Still, a few months later, my sister caught me in the act with Bruno, kneeling between his legs with his cock all the way down my throat. But that is, definitely, another story.