Shawn and his roommate part 2 Shawn tried to sit through hi..

Shawn and his roommate part 2 Shawn tried to sit through his classes during the day but he kept feeling like everyone was checking him out. It wasn’t that unusual for people to stare at the 6foot, dark-haired adonis, with a perfect smile that caused women to sway and a body that could be the model of an ideal Greek god. However, the white spandex compression shorts and tight jockstrap did nothing to hide his full packed crotch. On his way to classes he receives a lot of stares, and even some approving looks from the co-Ed’s. During his history class, he was sitting in his usual seat halfway up the auditorium style classroom, when the jockstrap started to bother him. The jockstrap was too small and Shawn had to keep adjusting his cock and balls to keep them from getting crushed. He spread his thick, shaved legs to allow room for his balls, when he caught Professor Harris staring straight at his full package. Shawn turned red in embarrassment and crossed his muscular legs. However, catching the older man staring at his crotch made his cock grow. “Damn, Shawn, keep control of yourself. Austin is right you are becoming a fucking gay slut,” he thought to himself. Shawn was glad when the class was over that he could get up and uncross his legs. He was heading toward the restrooms to pull out his cock and balls to allow them to breath when he received a text from Wilbur: HARRIS WANT TO SEE YOU AT 4 IN HIS OFFICE Shawn was frustrated as he texted back: I HAVE PRACTICE Another text popped up: I CLEARED IT WITH YOUR COACH. HE UNDERSTANDS HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO MAKE THE PROFESSOR HAPPY SO YOU CAN STAY ON THE TEAM Now Wilbur has Coach involved. Shawn reached the restroom and locked himself in one of the bath stalls. He then peeled the white shorts down his massive thighs and fished out his hard cock and sore balls from his jock pouch. It was a relief to let them out of their tight confines to breathe. However, soon his cock was growing hard again. He couldn’t believe he was horny as he reached down and gripped his fat cock with his right hand. Instead of thinking about a hot co-Ed, he thought of the middle-age professor that wanted to fuck him later in the day and Wilbur his nerdy gay roommate. He knew Wilbur was pimping him out to the professor. In exchange for passing grades and even an A so he can stay on the team, Shawn had no choice but let the man have his way with him. When professor Harris wants a piece of jock ass or mouth, he calls or text Wilbur and Wilbur sends Shawn over to his office or brownstone townhouse. Shawn kept his mouth shut tight to keep from moaning loud in the stall as he wrapped his fist around his throbbing cock and jacked off. His legs then buckled as he sprayed the bathroom stall door with his cum. At 4o’clock, Shawn was running across campus toward Professor Harris’s office. His last class ended late and he was dreading the consequences of being late for his appointment with the Professor. He remembered the first time he “agreed to” come to the Professor’ office. Shawn arrogantly showed up 15minutes late, and the Professor then proceeded to bend him over his desk and spanked him. Shawn couldn’t sit down for two days. Shawn was sweating when he reached the office door and knocked. “Come in,” Shawn heard the Professor’s gruff voice call out from the other side of the door. Shawn took a deep breath and turned the knob. “About time,” the Professor said angrily as he looked at his watch. “I’m sorry, my last class . .” Shawn replied meekly. “Don’t give me excuses, boy. This university does not revolve around you jock boys, and it is about time you learn that. When you are told to be here at a certain time, you are expected to be on time,” the Professor’s voice was rough. “I’m sorry, I tried,” Shawn found himself pleading. Harris didn’t respond as he walked around his large antique desk and behind Shawn to lock the door. Shawn stood nervously in the middle of the office. Then he felt a hard, stinging blow on his tight bubble ass. Shawn instinctively jumps and covers his ass with his hands against the blow. “You haven’t learned anything from Wilbur have you,” the Professor grabbed Shawn’s powerful right arm and pulled it away from protecting his perfect rear end. “Don’t fight me, boy. Remember our deal, you be a good boy or you are off the team and expelled from school,” Harris pressed up against Shawn’s barely covered back. The stringer shirt barely covers any of his wide shoulders and back. His sweaty skin from running across campus was smooth and tan, stretched over ripped, packed muscles. Shawn felt disgusted and humiliated by how the Professor was treating him but at the same time his cock was betraying him. “Yes, sir,” Shawn whispered low. “Good boy, you aren’t as dumb as you looked. Wilbur is indeed training you well,” the Professor slapped Shawn’s ass again causing Shawn to jump again. “You look so slutty walking into my classroom in those ridiculously tight shorts and what you call a shirt. Showing off your oversized ass and tits like a man whore. Everyone knew what you wanted. You were begging for this,” the Professor roughly pulled down the spandex shorts over Shawn’s big muscular ass. Shawn wanted to get out of there but he knew better, “please, sir.” The Professor ignored him and before Shawn knew it he was pushed face down over the desk. Tears welled in his eyes as the shorts were pulled down lower and his smooth sculpted ass cheeks were exposed. The Professor stepped back and then delivered another hard blow, this time on Shawn’s bare ass cheek. Harris raised his hand again and brought it down on Shawn’s other cheek. Shawn was gripping the edge of the desk and gritting his teeth as he was spanked over and over. All the while his cock, trapped in the tight jockstrap and between the desk hard surface and his only body, was still hard. Shawn’s huge ass cheeks bounced at each impact. Finally Harris stopped. His hands were hurting from the firmness of the meaty ass and his hard blows. Professor Harris then grabbed Shawn by the hair and pulled the muscle bound jock down on his knees. Shawn offered no resistance as he knelt in front of the Professor and looked up at the older man. Harris smiled down at him as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his fat cock. The Professor then proceeded to slap his cock across Shawn’s handsome masculine face. The jock was humiliated but merely opened his mouth obediently. The Professor pushed his cock between Shawn’s lips and the jock began to worship it. Shawn blocked out all feelings as he took the cock deep in his throat and worked his lips and tongue over it. All the while the Professor kept a firm grip on Shawn’s hair, guiding the jock on and off the cock. Shawn kept his eyes closed as he coated the cock with drool. The Professor pulled Shawn by the hair off his cock, “if you keep that up I am going to cum. I want to cum in that hot ass of yours instead.” Big, powerful Shawn was lifted like a rag doll and pushed back on the desk. The older Professor lifted the massive, muscle packed legs, wrapping one around his heavy torso and the other on his shoulders. The thick thighs were almost too big for the older Professor to support. Shawn’s legs had served him well in making him the best running back in the school’s conference. They dwarfed the Professor’s shoulders as the older man aimed his cock at the smooth, jock pussy laying exposed before him. Shawn grit his teeth trying not to scream as the Professor’s cock, still wet from the oral service, pushed into the jock’s hole. “Look at me when I fuck you,” the Professor demanded as he thrusted deeper into Shawn’s ass. Shawn opened his eyes and looked back at the Professor as Harris rammed in and out of him. Shawn’s jockstrap couldn’t hold his cock any longer. The fat cock head had pushed out of the tight waist band and was now poking out of the top of the jockstrap, oozing pre-cum onto Shawn’s 8 pack abs. The Professor closed his eyes, baking in the bliss of Shawn’s tight jockpussy. Shawn turned his head out of disgust of the older, out of shape Professor pounding in and out of him. It was then he saw the Professor’s laptop. A website called JOCKSLUTS was up on the screen, and his own pics were staring back at him. One profile pic was him, all smiling at the college gym, working out shirtless and covered in sweat. The other profile pic was a selfie that Wilbur made him take the night he moved into the nerd’s apartment. Shawn was butt naked standing in front of the mirror. He was standing sideways, with his phone reaching back to take a side view picture of his huge bubble ass. Wilbur had just finished fucking him and cum was clearly leaking down Shawn massive hamstrings. God, the fag was pimping him out online also,” Shawn thought to himself between grunts as Harris continued to plow in and out of him. It felt like an eternity as Shawn laid on the desk staring at the laptop, while the Professor thrusted in and out of him. The older man had the big jock bent in half, the powerful legs wrapped around him as he kissed and licked the thick cords of muscles on Shawn’s neck while continuing to fuck him deep up the ass. Shawn was almost relieved when Professor Harris finally moaned in his ear and came deep inside him. Shawn had no idea however that the site was live, and streaming him getting fucked to hundreds of subscribers. Shawn came home late after his appointment with the Professor. He could barely make it up the steps to his apartment. He felt embarrassed as the cum leaking out of his ass was clearly visible through the white compression shorts. Upon entering the apartment he heard crying and yelling, followed by a loud sound of leather hitting bare skin, coming from the living room. To be continued