Eye-opening

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 lock…
Luckily, I had locked the door. I quickly exited the website, and then Da Cheng, a

senior student, stumbled 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 half-soaked t-shirt and jeans, leaving only a pair of equally wet white underwear clinging tightly to his firm, 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, slender-waisted 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 staggered 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 wearing the 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 glanced at his shapely legs as he ascended 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.

Time flew by in my reverie, and before I knew it, the clock hands were nearly 7:30. I called out softly, "Senior, it's almost 7:30!" Snoring.

Based on past experience, it was difficult to wake my senior once he was sound asleep, especially since he had just drunk alcohol. I decided to climb up and wake him anyway.

"Senior..." Climbing up almost got my penis stuck in 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—he must have just finished showering, wrapped himself in a towel, and climbed up to fall fast asleep. I could almost glimpse his testicles through the gaps in his towel!

Suppressing my lust, I climbed a little further up and carefully shook his hairy calves from the ladder: "Senior, it's 7:30..." He rolled over onto his 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 groin of his strong thighs, his flat, firm abdomen, and the fairer skin of his hips and groin area due to less sun exposure, but even the hair around his penis seemed to eagerly peek out from the edge of the towel.

I was practically spitting blood from my nose.

My heart was pounding. I nervously and tremblingly 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. "Senior... Senior Da Cheng..." He still didn't get up. But because of the shaking, the towel slipped down a few inches, and his penis was 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 had been aroused to this point, and I grew bolder. Without hesitation, I climbed onto the bed, struggling to sit up. My senior's entire hot body was 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, 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 fingers 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 its 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 delicate. 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 slightly sour smell 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 him, the desire only intensifying.

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.

The 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 a pearl; it was small and lovely, barely enough to hold in my hand. I forced myself 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.

Like savoring a precious delicacy, I put it in my mouth and gently held it. It's hard to describe the taste; I only felt a prickly sensation mixed with a pungent, fishy fragrance as the glans disappeared into the senior's pubic hair. I rubbed my senior's testicles and perineum with my fingers, and felt every inch of his penis rise and fall with my tongue. His penis shape kept changing, gradually becoming erect and swollen in my mouth, the tip probing deeper and deeper. His penis

gradually became engorged and erect, slowly exceeding the limits of my mouth. His penis wasn't actually very long, but it was thick. From the sensation on my tongue, I could especially feel how large the swollen glans was. Gradually, his hardness and heat became more and more obvious. I slowly reached down to his firm, plump buttocks, supporting them and lifting them gently. His penis then thrust further into my throat.

Coordinating the swallowing and the lifting of his buttocks, I slowly began a steady rhythm of in-and-out movements. Before me was his flat, hard abdomen. My nose slowly and carefully bumped against his pubic hair, while my tongue and lips were busy sucking on his urethral opening and licking his glans. 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 savoring the firm, full flesh in my mouth, while I seemed to feel a salty liquid seeping from my senior's glans. This made me suck even faster and more greedily at his endless stream of fluid.

With the sound of rain outside the window, just as I was enjoying myself, I suddenly felt my senior's body jerk, followed by what seemed like a muffled groan...!

This was a huge shock; the sweet dream shattered instantly, swept away by the fear of the embarrassment and accusations that might follow. I immediately pulled my senior's increasingly wild and untamed penis out of my mouth and sprang back up the ladder.

My senior looked sleepy, as if he was about to wake up. It was too late to go down now; my next thought was to reach out and shake his leg. "Senior... wake up... it's almost 50 minutes."

Looks like I was really cunning. The senior slowly opened his eyes, shook his head, and mumbled, "Oh... I know... I'm getting up." Then, he seemed to struggle to sit up...

"Thank you..." There was a moment of silence. The senior seemed to realize his lower body was throbbing.

My face turned bright red, and I didn't dare look him in the eye, unsure how to apologize. Suddenly, the senior blurted out, "I'm so sorry..." He chuckled sheepishly, his face also turning bright red, "I didn't expect that my thing would get hard during my wet dream... and you had to see it..."

I breathed a sigh of relief, "No, it's alright, senior," and smiled apologetically, "It's a natural phenomenon, it just proves you're very healthy..."

"Of course I'm healthy..." The senior jokingly added awkwardly, "And it's quite big too..."

This joke made my heart flutter again. However, the senior didn't seem to want to hide it. Then, there was another moment of silence.

“Hey…junior…don’t keep staring, let’s compare sizes another day,” the 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 lifted from my heart, but I couldn’t help feeling like a big fish had escaped the net. I had no choice but to obediently return to my seat and continue my wandering.

Even back in my seat, the lingering taste in my mouth was so clear, making me unbearably itchy. Just as I was tossing and turning, I seemed to hear a rhythmic thumping sound coming from above…the senior couldn’t help but start masturbating!

The thumping sound made me even more itchy. Thinking of the senior’s tense body as he masturbated (that gun that had just been so tempting in my mouth), how could I calm down? Like a thief, I dared not make a sound, pacing around to different positions to look up, trying to find the best view to observe this “animal spectacle.” However, the bed was too high, so I could only hear the sound, not see the figure. I was both excited and anxious.

Just as my itching and itch were getting unbearable, eight o’clock arrived in the blink of an eye. I finally couldn't hold back any longer. I hurriedly climbed the ladder next to my senior's bed, calling out softly, "Senior...it's already eight o'clock..."

As soon as I reached the top, 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, he was a completely different person from the one I had just dominated.

He was startled to see me, but couldn't stop immediately; his tense, restrained will was momentarily broken. In a moment of distraction, his penis, red to its limit, suddenly ejaculated!

The scene I had long fantasized about was suddenly unfolding before my eyes. The first, unexpected, spray of white fluid spurted onto his sweaty chest. The second, in his panic, he tried to sit up to find something to cover himself, but this movement changed the angle, and the fluid shot towards me instead. The powerful force and copious amount of fluid almost hit my face (unfortunately, it missed). The third and fourth streams sprayed everywhere, covering the senior's abdomen and legs. He then managed to cover his penis with his hand, and it was still visibly erect, with white fluid trickling from between his fingers.

I could feel our hearts pounding. Looking at the semen slowly dripping from his sexy chest, we were both stunned and speechless, our faces flushed and hearts pounding, unsure what to think.

"Uh... senior, let me get you some toilet paper," I broke the awkward silence, going downstairs and tossing the whole pack up.

I heard him 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, his completely naked body openly displayed for me to admire. I threw the wad of toilet paper into the trash can, leaving the rest of the pack on my desk (at this point, I could see his still slightly engorged, adorable penis hanging between his legs again), and opened the wardrobe to find clothes.

Still blushing, I lowered my head, not daring to say a word. "I'm off to tutoring," the senior said, turning and leaving as he finished dressing.

Even after he left, the room still reeked of semen, and my mind was filled with the memory of his ejaculation. Oh my god... how could I not hurry up and masturbate?

I pulled down my shorts and looked towards where the senior had been, just as I was about to fantasize, I caught sight of a wad of toilet paper lying in his trash can.

My lust surged. I picked up the toilet paper, unfolded it, and a strong odor assaulted my nostrils. The cloudy, slightly yellowish-white fluid was still warm, and contained a few slightly curled pubic hairs. I brought it to my nose—such a strong, alluring smell—and at that moment, my other hand couldn't resist starting to masturbate.

I covered my penis with the largest amount of toilet paper and rubbed it up and down, using the senior's semen as lubricant. Immediately, my shaft was covered in white, slippery fluid. I brought the smaller amount of toilet paper to my nose to smell it, even licking it with my tongue. My mouth was filled with a salty, metallic taste as I recalled the scene from just moments ago, imagining myself merging with my senior.

Just as I was reaching my climax, the door opened again. I cursed under my breath and immediately threw the toilet paper under the table, but there wasn't time to pull up my pants. I could only cover my throbbing penis with my hand.

I saw my senior hurriedly push the door open, rushing to the table without even taking off his shoes, grabbing the motorcycle keys. As he hurriedly left, he caught a glimpse of my predicament.

He grinned, revealing his white teeth, and leered at me, "Heh... junior, you couldn't hold back either..." before turning and leaving in a hurry.

However, I noticed that hot, white fluid was already trickling from between my fingers.
The End

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