The drunk senior

It was pouring rain outside, the weather was humid and hot, and my heart was just as restless. It was rare to find anyone in the dorm, so I took the opportunity to browse porn sites and feast my eyes on all sorts of muscular men. But my good fortune didn't last long. Just as I was getting aroused and about to pull out my penis, I suddenly heard the sound of a key turning in the door… Luckily, I had locked it. I quickly exited the website, and then my senior, Da Cheng, walked in, looking drunk and soaking wet—he must have been dragged out for drinks by his classmates again. Da Cheng was two years older than me, from the south, and had a very straightforward and unpretentious personality. He had a habit that I found quite "enjoyable": he "really disliked" wearing clothes. Whenever the weather was even slightly warm, he would always be wearing just athletic shorts indoors, sometimes even just his underwear. The summer after I moved in, seeing this muscular man, practically naked, open the door for me really shocked me—I never thought fate would be so kind to me. From then on, I woke up extra early every morning just to see the flag-raising ceremony held by the senior in the opposite bed—judging from his tight underwear, his genitals must be quite large.

As soon as he came in, he promptly took off his mostly soaked t-shirt and jeans, leaving only a pair of equally wet white underwear clinging tightly to his pert buttocks. The almost transparent underwear gave me a clear view of his beautiful backside. Although not tall, his judo team background gave him a perfectly proportioned, broad-shouldered, inverted triangle physique. Seeing this, my penis was already rock hard. He bent over, rummaging around for toiletries, his pert buttocks almost within reach. Then he tied a towel around his waist and stumbled to the adjacent public bathroom to shower. This was more exciting than any static picture of a muscular man online… A moment later, he returned, still wrapped in a towel, the scent of shower gel wafting towards me. The washbasin was tossed aside as my senior climbed the stairs to bed, tossing me, still browsing the internet, a curt "Junior, wake me up at 7:30! I have a tutoring session tonight." I watched his shapely legs slide up the stairs and replied, "Okay." A moment later, I heard snoring coming from the bed. Still replaying the memory of my senior's approaching buttocks, I continued searching for attractive men online, but the allure of those posing foreigners had suddenly diminished. Lost in my thoughts, time flew by, and before I knew it, it was almost 7:30. I called out softly, "Senior, it's almost 7:30!" Based on past experience, it was difficult to wake him once he was sound asleep, especially since he'd just been drinking. I figured I'd better climb up and wake him. "Senior…" Before I could even climb up, my penis almost got stuck on the ladder. There he was, completely naked, lying on his side, with only a loose towel draped around his waist. His body rose and fell with his breath, as if constantly radiating heat. From my vantage point, right at his feet, it was easy to see that he wasn't wearing underwear at all—he must have just finished showering, wrapped himself in a towel, and climbed up to fall fast asleep. I could almost peek at his testicles through the gaps in the towel! I suppressed my lust and climbed up a little more, carefully shaking his hairy calves from the ladder: "Senior, it's 7:30..." I rolled over onto my back, still snoring. This roll revealed not only his well-toned physique to me, but also the towel that was about to come loose, which slipped down completely, symbolically wetting his bulging crotch. I could see not only the defined base of his strong thighs, his flat, firm abdomen, and the fairer skin of his hip bones and groin area due to less sun exposure, but even the hair around his penis seemed to be eagerly peeking out from the edge of the towel. I was practically spitting blood from my nose, my heart pounding in my chest. Trembling with nervousness, I carefully climbed onto the bed, bracing myself to avoid crushing my senior and waking him. I boldly placed my hand on his thigh and gently shook it, calling out, "Senior... Senior Dacheng..." He still didn't get up. But because of the shaking, the towel slipped down a few inches, and his penis was practically right in front of me, almost ready to leap out. The heat of our muscles touching felt like an electric current, rapidly igniting my lust.

My desire, aroused to this point, grew bolder. Without hesitation, I climbed onto the bed, struggling to sit up, my senior's warm body beneath me. I could clearly feel his body temperature, and the inexplicable, alluring scent mixed with the aroma of alcohol, shower gel, and masculine fragrance—a scent that deeply stirred my desires. I placed my hand on his shoulder and gently shook it again to confirm, but he remained unresponsive, still completely drunk. My palm slid slowly down the curves of his body, brushing past his collarbone and neck, until it reached his chest, rising and falling with his breath. The tension and unease intensified the visual and tactile stimulation; I felt my fingertips sensitively sucking at his skin. My hand gently brushed across his broad chest, lingering on his dark red, slightly protruding nipples. I gently kneaded his nipples, feeling their texture and shape with my fingers, imagining his sensitive tips making my own nipples itch slightly. This indescribable itch made me lower my head and boldly lick his other nipple, as well as the warm skin around his chest. My tongue was more sensitive than my fingertips; through wet, slippery teasing from different angles, I could almost reconstruct a map of sensitivity and ecstasy. At the same time, my other hand roamed downwards. Even in a state of extreme relaxation, his muscles displayed a masculine yet exceptionally graceful line. My hands roamed over his ribs, abdomen, and waist, feeling the subtle sensations reflected in his body—sometimes tense, sometimes relaxed, sometimes rough, sometimes smooth. His slightly fatty waist and the rise and fall of his chest and abdomen with his life force captivated me. My tongue slowly moved downwards, greedily wanting to linger in every place. My tongue simultaneously experienced touch and taste—a clean flavor, occasionally tinged with the faint scent of sweat from the heat. Gently supporting my senior's hips, my tongue reached his lower abdomen. I skipped that sacred, mysterious place, slowly licking upwards from the groin. From thigh to buttocks to abdomen to groin, I suppressed the urge to reach out and touch him, which only intensified my uncontrollable desire.

Until my nose was almost buried in his pubic hair, I finally carefully pulled back his last barrier… The male body I had longed for day and night was finally fully revealed before my eyes. My senior's penis lay quietly hidden among the dark pubic hair, as if the passion outside had nothing to do with him. The foreskin completely covered the glans, looking delicate and shy, not as wild and intense as I had imagined. I gently lifted it as if picking pearls, small and lovely, barely enough to hold in my hand. I tried to control my increasingly rapid breathing, as if afraid of hurting some young animal, and slowly pulled his foreskin back. Its weight in my palm seemed to increase slightly, and the pink glans, like a newly ripened fruit, peeked out from between the foreskin, exposed to my eager breath. As if savoring a precious delicacy, I put it in my mouth and gently held it. It's hard to describe the taste, only that the entire glans was inside my senior's pubic hair, a prickly sensation mixed with a pungent, fishy smell. I rubbed my senior's testicles and perineum with my fingers, and felt every inch of his penis rise and fall with my tongue, but the shape of his penis kept changing, from soft and tender to slowly erect and swell in my mouth, the tip of the glans constantly probing deeper into my mouth. My senior's penis gradually became engorged and erect, slowly exceeding the limit of my mouth's capacity. His penis wasn't actually very long, but it was thick, and I could especially feel the enormous glans through the sensation on my tongue. Gradually, its hardness and heat became more pronounced. I slowly reached down to his firm, plump buttocks, supporting it and gently lifting it upwards. His penis then thrust even closer into my throat.

Coordinating the swallowing and thrusting of my mouth with the lifting and lowering of my hips, I slowly began a steady rhythm of in-and-out movements. Before me was my senior's flat, firm abdomen. My nose slowly and cautiously bumped against his pubic hair, while my tongue and lips were busy sucking on his glans and licking its crown. My senior's bare, muscular thighs rhythmically bumped against my chest and abdomen, which were covered only by a thin vest, while my excited penis rubbed against his calves. I closed my eyes, slowly enjoying the firm fullness in my mouth, while I seemed to feel the alkaline liquid gradually seeping from his glans. This made me suck even faster and more greedily at his endless stream of fluid. Accompanied by the sound of rain outside the window, just as I was enjoying myself, I suddenly felt my senior's body shudder, and then I seemed to hear him groan…! This was a huge shock. The sweet dream was shattered in an instant, swept away by the fear of the embarrassment and accusations that might follow. I immediately pulled my senior's increasingly wild and unruly penis out of my mouth and sprang back up the ladder. He was still sleepy-eyed, looking like he was about to wake up. It was too late to go down now, so my next thought was to reach out and shake his leg: "Senior... wake up... it's almost 50 minutes!" I guess I was pretty cunning. He slowly opened his eyes, shook his head, and murmured, "Oh... I know... I'm getting up." Then, he seemed to struggle to sit up... "Thank you..." A moment of silence followed, and he seemed to realize his lower body was throbbing.

My face turned bright red, and I couldn't look him in the eye, unsure how to apologize. Suddenly, my senior blurted out, "I'm so sorry..." He chuckled sheepishly, his face flushed red to his ears, "I didn't expect that my thing would get hard during my wet dream... and of course, you saw it..." I breathed a sigh of relief, "No, no, senior." I smiled sheepishly, "It's a natural phenomenon, it just proves you're very healthy..." "Of course I'm healthy..." My senior jokingly added awkwardly, "And it's not small either..." This joke tickled my heart again, but my senior didn't seem to want to hide it. Then there was another silence. "Hey... junior... don't keep looking, if you want to compare sizes, come back another day." My senior broke the silence, "Let me sleep a little longer, I'll probably get up around eight, just say it's raining if I'm late..." "Okay." A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders, but I couldn't help feeling like a big fish had escaped the net, so I obediently returned to my seat to continue my wandering. Even back in my seat, the lingering taste in my mouth was so clear, making me unbearably itchy. As I tossed and turned, I seemed to hear a rhythmic thumping sound coming from above… My senior couldn't resist and started masturbating! The sound only fueled my arousal. The image of him tense and pounding (that incredibly alluring "gun" in my mouth just moments ago) made it impossible for me to remain calm. Like a thief, I dared not make a sound, pacing around to different spots to peer upwards, trying to find the best vantage point to witness this "animalistic spectacle." However, the bed was too high, so I could only hear the sounds, not see anything, my heart pounding with excitement and anxiety. Just as my arousal and itch were reaching their peak, eight o'clock arrived in the blink of an eye. I finally couldn't resist any longer, hurriedly climbing the ladder beside my senior's bed, calling out softly, "Senior… it's already eight o'clock…" As soon as I climbed up, I saw my senior, his muscles taut and red, half-sitting up, wildly and intensely thrusting his penis. Now, drenched in sweat and exuding a masculine scent, my senior was a completely different person from the one I had just dominated. The senior was startled when he saw me approach, but he couldn't stop in time. His tense and restrained will was momentarily disrupted, and in a moment of distraction, his engorged penis, red to its limit, suddenly ejaculated! For me, the scene I had long fantasized about suddenly unfolded before my eyes. First: Caught off guard, the white fluid spurted onto the senior's sweaty chest. Second: The senior panicked and tried to sit up to find something to cover himself, but this movement changed the angle, causing the fluid to shoot towards me instead, the powerful force and large amount of sticky fluid almost hitting my face (unfortunately, it didn't hit me). Third and fourth: It sprayed everywhere again, covering the senior's abdomen and legs. Afterwards, the senior barely managed to cover his penis with his hand, and it was still faintly visible that his penis was still erect, with white fluid flowing from between his fingers. I could feel the rapid pounding of our hearts. Looking at the semen slowly flowing down the senior's sexy chest, we were both stunned and speechless, our faces flushed and our hearts pounding, not knowing what to think.

"Uh... senior, let me get you some toilet paper." I broke the awkward silence by going downstairs and tossing the whole pack of toilet paper up. I heard my senior awkwardly say from upstairs, "I'm so sorry about today... you saw everything..." A moment later, he scrambled off the bed, not even bothering to wrap himself in a towel, leaving his completely naked body open for my viewing pleasure. I threw the wad of toilet paper into the trash can, leaving the rest of the pack on my desk (at this moment, I saw his still slightly engorged and adorable penis hanging between his legs again), opened the closet to find clothes, my face still flushed, and I lowered my head, not daring to say a word. "I'm going to tutor!" My senior said, turning and leaving after getting dressed. Even though he was gone, the room still smelled of semen, and my mind was filled with the moment he had ejaculated. Oh my god... how could I not hurry up and take it out and masturbate! I pulled down my shorts and looked towards where my senior was, just as I was about to fantasize, I suddenly caught sight of the wad of toilet paper lying in his trash can. A surge of lust welled up within me. I picked up a tissue, unfolded it, and a strong, pungent odor filled my nostrils. The cloudy, slightly yellowish-white fluid was still warm, and a few slightly curled pubic hairs were still clinging to it. I brought it to my nose; the smell was so intensely alluring—and by then, my other hand was already masturbating. I covered my penis with the tissue that had the most fluid, rubbing it up and down to lubricate it with my senior's semen. Immediately, my shaft was covered in white, slippery fluid. I brought the less abundant tissue to my nose to smell it, even licking it with my tongue, my mouth filled with an alkaline, metallic taste as I recalled the scene from just moments ago, imagining myself and my senior as one.

Just as I was approaching climax, there was another sound of the door opening. I cursed under my breath, "Damn it!" and immediately threw the tissue under the table, but there wasn't time to pull up my pants. I could only cover my throbbing penis with my hand. The senior student rushed in, his shoes still on, and ran to the table. He grabbed the motorcycle keys and hurried out, only to catch a glimpse of my predicament. He grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said wickedly, "Heh... junior, you couldn't resist either..." before turning and leaving again. However, I noticed hot, white fluid trickling from between my fingers...

[The End]

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