Project Group Strokes E3 | My group project mate found my cum rag under my bed
Everyone is over the age of 18
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“Yo, let's go on that project today, homie,” Travis texts me just as I get out of the gym.
Kind of a surprise. I was still convinced that I'd have to pay some nerd to do it for us. There's this guy at the tutoring centre that looks susceptible to that kind of stuff.
“Sure, I just gotta hit the shower first then I'll come over,” I text back.
“What building are you? I'll come to you.”
We organized it, and he came over shortly after I got out of the shower.
“Were you ginger last time?” Travis cocks his head at my damp hair as he shakes my hand.
“Yes?” I say. It's usually the first thing people notice about me. I guess in the lecture hall I was wearing a hat, and the last time we worked on the project, it was dark out and the dorm lighting was pretty shitty.
He also already had two beers, so that's gotta play into it as well.
“Swear you were blond,” Travis says with a shrug. “How's it going?” He makes himself at home checking out the pinboard I have on my wall. There's not much on there except some of the campus events I've been thinking about going to. “None of the hot chicks go to these, you know. Total sausage fest.”
“Shit, didn't know,” I say. “Should we go to the library, man? I got nowhere for you to sit.”
“Nah, I hate the library. And the librarian hates me cause I did a dare in there once.” Travis sits down on my bed and leans back comfortably on the wall. “Hazing challenge. Bunch of us had to streak nude in there. My mask fell off but I was a little busy covering my junk to pick it up.” He sniffs with a chuckle.
“I was going to ask you if you were in a frat. Aren't you supposed to live together?” I sit next to him.
“We got shut down, dude. Too many parties. Too many substances.” He shrugs. “We still go out together if you wanna join.”
“Yeah, maybe one day.” I open up my computer and set it on my lap. “Alright, so do you want to divide up the sections or what are you thinking?”
“Let's just hammer it out together, dude,” Travis says with a yawn. “Your arms are massive, man.”
“Still got a little bit of the pump from the gym.” I flex my bicep closer to him. Travis tenses his arm and we compare side by side.
There's not a huge difference. He might be a little bigger but generally his structure is a little wider to begin with.
“The guys and I work out together too,” he says. “Mornings at 6. You’re welcome to come pump some iron with us if you want.” My project mate does a hulk flex, and his arm bumps into mine.
“Thanks, man.” I smile at him. Honestly, this is probably the most friendly someone's been to me since I've started here.
We actually did get some work done. As much of a stereotype he is, I can see how Travis got into university. Fuck, I should know better too. Being a gym rat myself, it doesn't mean I have nothing in my brain. If anything, both of us knew how to make the right shortcuts to have something on the blank document.
“Therefore, the culture preserved through the storm of time remains a shining light in ancient practices,” Travis reads. “DAMN, buddy!” He wraps his arm around me to grab my right shoulder. “Gonna make me wet here!”
“Fuck off,” I chuckle. “It's not bad though, huh?”
“I'd put out for you if you whispered that in my ear.”
“Therefore,” I turn my head to whisper in his ear. We both crack up before I can get further.
“Man’s got jokes.” Travis slaps me in the chest firmly before standing up. “Alright, shall we call it for today?”
“We just have one section left.” I shrug. “It's due in two days. Is it worth meeting up again for just that?”
“Damn. Fucked and not even a second date. Brutal, man.” The frat boy turns his hat forward, and lays down on my floor. Inexplicably starting to do crunches, he continues, “Alright, hit me with it.”
“What is the importance of the —”
“The fuck is this?”
I look up from the screen and see Travis holding a familiar white shirt. His nose crinkles as he holds it closer to his face.
“Dude! Is this your fucking cum rag?” He pretends to gag and I snort as he goes for a second whiff. “God, it smells like a failed laboratory experiment.”
“Alright.” I lean down and snatch the shirt from him. Attempting to toss it into my laundry hamper, Travis snatches it out of the air.
“Fuck!” He drops it immediately and looks at his hand like it burns. “Did you just finish whacking off before I came?” He wipes his palm on his shorts.
“Last night.” My body shivers at the revealing information.
“Oh, to the video I sent you?” He scrubs his palm on his shorts again. “She’s just …MMMPH.” Travis gives the air a big hump from the floor and I see more move than I want to. “That belly button piercing drove me nuts.”
She had a belly button piercing ?
I think back to what I saw…
Travis fucking her, giving deliberating thrusts while rubbing her down.
Her cumming at the powerful and consistent pumps.
Travis pulling out and spraying cum everywhere.
“Oh yeah, I saw this video this morning. You'd probably like it” Travis sits back down on the bed, and I tense up as he leans over me to take the computer off my lap. “Let's see…” He types on my browser. “This one.” He places the computer between us.
A fit guy, about our age, lays on his back with his legs spread with a woman between them.
“Oh, I'm not into that pegging shit. No offense if you are,” I say.
“He's not getting fucked. Look again.”
“Oh fuck…” The man on his back holds his legs apart. Upon closer look, I see that he's got his dick in her, but she's the one doing the thrusting.
“They call it the Amazon position,” Travis says. “That's the kind of woman I need.” His fist knocks into my chest. “Imagine getting home from work and just getting to lay back and relax.”
“I've never tried that before…” I mutter. The woman leans forward, and the man wraps his legs around her like he's the one taking it. “Fuck, that's kinda hot.”
“Right?” Travis says. The thing I saw flopping around in his shorts while he was air humping isn't so floppy anymore. It stays almost completely still as he tugs on it softly.
Do it with him.
“You gonna cum in me?”
“Oh god, yeah,” the submissive man says, throwing his head back.
“I mean, is the dude fucking or is he getting fucked?” Travis asks me and I shrug.
“Both.”
“I'm cumming.”
We watch as the chick pulls the dick out of her, and by pure masculine instinct, both Travis and I put our hands in our shorts at the same time.
“Oh!” Cum flies in the video. Immediately after the jetting stops, the short video replays. This time, neither of us speak.
But neither of us hide the fact that we’re jerking off.
As the woman leans forward again and the man assumes his position of pleasure, the energy in the room shifts.
I definitely felt it.
“I might nut this time,” Travis says with bated breath. “That alright?”
“Yeah.”
He pulls his shorts just down under his balls, and I mirror him.
“I'm cumming.”
I see him burst first out of the corner of my eye, and I release a millisecond after. Neither of us moan, and neither of us say anything.
Our breathing gets lost in the more verbal sounds of the video. I didn't dare to look, but the smell of fresh cum permeated my small room.
Then, the post nut clarity hit, and my cock shrunk to the size of a worm in an instant.
“You got some tissue or… nevermind,” Travis mutters as he leans forward with his dick in his hand to pick up my cum rag. He wipes himself down while I sit there, unsure if I should wait or just pull my shorts up with the cum pooling on me and all. “Here.” He hands my shirt to me.
I was glad to have something covering my junk, but the wet shirt wasn't soaking up much of the mess.
“We’ll finish the last part tomorrow, yeah?” Travis says casually as he ties his shoes up. “You want the link to the video?”
“It's my computer.” I keep one hand with the shirt on my crotch while pointing at the screen with my other hand.
“Oh yeah.” Travis gives me a goofy grin. “Tomorrow then.” He reaches out a fist to me and I bump it with my free hand. “I'll see you then.”
“Sure, yeah.”
“Let's do my place.”