[Getting a virgin junior into bed in the biology lab]

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Getting a Virgin from a Junior in the Biology Lab
Author: Unknown
Published: 2010/02/22 In
my youthful days, many of us experienced crazy, passionate, strange, unexpected, and uninvited
love.
Since realizing I liked boys, I've indeed had many ambiguous moments with the people I admired, even
excessive physical contact (I once had a straight guy who offered to give me oral sex), but truly blossoming relationships were
few and far between. Every breakup and reunion was unforgettable, etched in my memory forever. Being a student,
I understood that love at that time, though naive, was pure and beautiful, without self-interest, and almost entirely safe.
That junior was about 1.7 meters tall, with a somewhat childish face and constantly scratched, spiky hair
; he loved playing basketball, and every pair of his sneakers was almost pure white, dazzling in the sunlight.
I was already in third grade then, while he was a freshman in high school. My first impression of him was probably
when I was a freshman counselor in his class during summer vacation. He sat quietly below, his eyes
and face looking up at the stage (somewhat resembling Huang He in a still from the movie "Dangerous Minds"), which left a deep impression on me. He had dark eyes, straight
eyebrows, and a refined air amidst his masculinity—the kind of boy I quite admired.
At that time, I only had one thought in my mind: could he be a kindred spirit? To be honest, before getting to know him better,
I couldn't be sure. The chance was about one in ten, not low, but often disappointing.
Strangely lucky, when I was sweeping at noon, my lonely assigned area was next to his. Gradually, we started
talking, like about school gossip and a group of invisible people in the school. He seemed
quite interested in these topics, which really piqued my interest! (I managed to find out about quite a few people this way.)
Sometimes, I would occasionally visit the clubs I used to be in (I didn't have any clubs in my senior year of high school) to act as their advisors.
I discovered that he was actually one of the officers, and because of the nature of his work, he often had to ask me questions he didn't understand, which
I was naturally happy to do! Later, we gradually became closer, and we would go to the vicinity of the school to discuss things and have meals together. Later still,
I started asking him out, or to play sports together. At first, we were in a group, but eventually, we had more and more opportunities to be alone
. I deliberately kept my distance from him to avoid getting too close and losing the feeling (if he had any feelings,
it turned out he really did).
He had a shy smile, especially when I patted his head.
Then one afternoon after school, I picked up my phone and found a new message. At first, I opened it casually
, and my heart almost stopped.
"Senior, I hesitated for a long time, not knowing whether I should send this message. I've been very troubled by this lately
and don't know what to do... Every time I see you, I get nervous. I've realized that I like you..." You were so good to me
, but I actually… I'm so sorry. Senior, if you feel angry or disgusted, then I
won't come looking for you again. How could I be angry? I'm overjoyed!
I was ecstatic, because I hadn't had high expectations beforehand, so this felt like
a gift from heaven. I rushed to a nearby alley and stood at the corner, knowing he would pass by soon. I saw him walking alone, holding
his phone, seemingly in a bad mood. As he crossed the intersection, I stepped out and stood in front of him. He looked up
, his expression full of panic, as if he had never expected me to be there. He lowered his head, trying to walk quickly past, but I
reached out and stopped him. He stood there blankly, head down, like a child who had done something wrong.
"I saw it all, your text message."
"I'm sorry... senior."
After saying that, he walked around my outstretched hand, and I immediately grabbed his arm. He didn't turn around. "I think
you're nice, and I have feelings for you too. You reminded me of this."
He slowly turned his head, his face full of surprise and disbelief. I patted his head, and he couldn't help but smile, but
tears welled up in his eyes. I put my arms around his neck, facing the setting sun—we miraculously got together. Every
weekend, we would meet at the library to study together. With him, I often didn't feel tired all day,
and time seemed to fly by! After the midterms, we would go to see a movie, find a quiet restaurant to eat at,
and then take a walk along the shimmering river. In the park on a quiet night, I would hold his hand and walk
until the end of the darkness; on the brightly lit screen where everyone's eyes were focused, we would sit
in the last row of seats, which was sometimes empty, and I would hug him and kiss him passionately.
But in reality, the time we could spend together was very fragmented and limited. At school, I couldn't
go to his class to see him every now and then. After school, we both had to go home, and the long nights could only be spent on the computer,
connected by a thin wire.
Neither of us actively brought up our desires, but we both understood.
When we hugged and our lips met, it was always inevitable that our most honest parts would touch
each other. I could only cool off with my hands after each meeting, alone in my room. I still felt that unless
he brought it up, I shouldn't take anything more intimate.
On my eighteenth birthday, a few close classmates mysteriously gave me a box, telling me
to open it when I got home, saying it was something useful and guaranteed I would like it. I couldn't resist my curiosity, but I still put it in my bag
and promised to look at it when I got home.
On Saturday, I planned to sleep in a little later because my junior and some club members had arranged to discuss the results exhibition
and couldn't spend time with me. I was startled awake by a phone call. My junior was asking if I could come over;
they were having some trouble with a project.
I quickly got ready and went over, forgetting to check if I'd brought anything extra. The discussion lasted until noon, and
most people left, leaving only my junior to work on the finalized plans. I helped him until after
1 PM before we were ready to go eat.
"...Senior, did you bring a stapler? Can I borrow it?"
"Oh...I don't know if I took it out. Maybe you can check my bag."
My junior asked, holding a stack of handwritten forms.
"No...Hmm? Senior, what's this?"
He couldn't find the stapler, but he saw the thing I'd forgotten to unpack and accidentally brought out yesterday.
"Ah... that was a gift from my class yesterday, I don't know what it is, maybe a stapler!... Could you
open it for me?"
"...Huh? This is...?"
The junior looked surprised and confused. I curiously went over to take a look.
"Sigh... those idiots, never mind them... last year they even gave me a masturbation device! Saying that minors
shouldn't do such things... and this year it's this."
I picked up the box of Durex and curiously opened it.
He suddenly hugged me from behind.
"Hmm... what's wrong?"
"Senior... have you ever used one?"
Just like that, I understood what he meant. We tacitly locked the doors and windows of the biology lab one by one and
drew the curtains.
I couldn't wait to hug him and kiss him. For the first time, I went down to his neck, it was a very special feeling. I licked
the slight protrusion on his neck, felt his smooth and hot skin, and heard his soft moans.
I traced his collarbone back and forth, unbuttoning his shirt while kneading his firm breasts with both hands
. Then my lips followed, sucking on his excited nipples. My junior sat on the lab table, his hands on my
shoulders. I glanced at him, his eyes closed, already immersed in the caresses.
I continued deeper, kissing his flat stomach. I felt his erection pressing against my
chest, but then he stopped me.
He took off my clothes, and I watched his lips move across my chest and down to my lower abdomen. He
pulled down my jeans, gently nibbling at the outline of my underwear with his teeth, teasing it with his cute
nose. I couldn't resist any longer, so I pulled down my pants, grabbed my penis, and put it in his mouth. His
mouth was warm and soft, tightly enveloping me, his little tongue playfully swirling around the head of my penis. I held his head,
thrusting back and forth, watching his lips swallow and release my most intimate parts.
Although it wasn't the first time someone had given me oral sex, the pleasure from such a cute boy like my junior was
unprecedented. I really couldn't bear to look away; it was
a double enjoyment of sight and touch! I never knew oral sex could be so pleasurable!
Once I had savored the feeling perfectly, I picked him up, laid him flat on the lab table, and
kissed his entire body thoroughly once more, sucking his excited penis into my mouth, completely conquering him.
He moaned softly in my arms, like his hair plucking at my heartstrings, an unbearable itch.
I tore open a Durex condom, quickly put it on, applied some saliva as lubricant, and thrust in.
"Mmm..."
"Bear with it, relax, it won't hurt in a bit."
When I first used my fingers, I noticed he was still a virgin, with a shy tightness. My
experience told me not to rush, otherwise he would only feel pain.
"Put some effort down there, don't pull back."
I guided him, kissing his slightly furrowed brow. "Mmm...it's so full."
Hearing this, I was a little happy. Did this mean mine was big?
While sucking his nipple, I held his penis and stroked it back and forth, slowly thrusting, my ears filled with my junior's
childish moans, arousing my desire. I couldn't help but increase my speed and depth, while pressing against his prostate
area as hard as I could, feeling his previously semi-erect penis become full again in my hand. "Junior, I like you so much..."
We changed positions, he knelt on the table, and I whispered in his ear. "Senior..."
I stroked his chest with one hand, and with the other, I gently masturbated him, my chest and
abdomen pressed against his hot, sweaty back, as if trying to merge with him. Junior was indeed a virgin, very tight,
even with a condom, it couldn't stop the surging pleasure, I thrust faster and faster, a pre-orgasmic
tightness and soreness in my lower abdomen.
"Ah..."
Junior's penis convulsed in my hand, then gushed out. I pulled out, tore off the condom,
and thrust a few more times inside him, finally ejaculating deep inside him, he contracted, gripping my still-excited penis, bringing
another kind of orgasm besides ejaculation.
I slumped against the table, panting heavily, my gradually softening penis finally slipping out of him.
"I'm sorry, I came inside you..."
He shook his head, indicating he didn't mind.
A pool of passion remained on the matte black lab table, its white color shimmering in the dim light. The air
was filled with the scent of fresh semen from a young boy. I dabbed my cooled desire with my fingers and smeared it on his still-erect nipples.
He turned around, and I pressed my lips to his, exchanging overflowing emotions, holding each other tightly.
I was graduating soon, he said, and we should seize every opportunity.
Of course, I didn't object.
Although we later did oral sex in many strange places, like in a movie theater or fitting room, or even in
the school restroom, the one that left the deepest impression on me was that first time in the lab.

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