From the threshold of my door I surveil the dorm hallway, considering each boy as they pass. Joel’s gait is mostly swagger. Tall and beefy, sure, but too much a meathead. Wouldn’t get anything useful from him. Martin skitters like a mouse, mumbling something, probably about anime and JRPGs. No, his dorky babble would be just as useless. Joaquin walks with a clipped and steady pace. But that nerd would to be too skeptical to even agree to this in the first place. His loss.
And then I spot him. Kyle. Mild and meek, hugging the wall like a shadow. As inoffensive as they make them. Too nice for his own good. But that’s just what I need for this… experiment. The pun ‘exxxperiment’ flashes in my head, and I chuckle. “Kyle,” I call out.
“What, me?” he freezes, looking behind himself as if there’s possibly some other Kyle standing near. “What’s so funny?”
“You know me, right?”
“Yeah,” he swallows, gaze fixed on the floor, “Theresa. From physics lab. Of course.”
“And do you trust me?”
“Trust?” He shrinks back, the skinny boy recoiling from my personality alone. Oh, if only he knew. He’ll be perfect. “I mean, trust like how?”
I move aside, waving him into my dorm room. “Come, step into my chamber.”
He’s reluctant, and I’m not even wearing anything too slutty — although he probably can tell I’m braless — but he walks in anyway. Almost too easy. And all he does is gulp when I kick the doorstop out, shutting us off from the bustle of the general population. The latch echoes out a heavy click.
In the new quiet, I begin. “So you know, Kyle, or maybe you don’t. I’m in the engineering program here, and for my final I’ve been working on perfecting my… uh… device.”
He winces. “Device?”
“It’s…” I tilt my head, “Well, it’s a prototype for a smart bracelet, of a sort. Helps improve your mood, in theory. It’s based off something my friend invented a couple years back. Complicated design, but using it is simple. Just snap it around your wrist, easy peasy, and the thing works through skin contact alone.”
“To-imp-improve my mood? Improve how?” His shaggy brown mop flips back as he looks up at me square-on for the first time, his curiosity having overwhelmed his timid unease.
“Well,” I shoot him a grin that’s only a little bit naughty, “That’s the thing. I’ve been tweaking it, dialing it in, but the stimulation still varies from person to person. And, basically, I need another test subject. You game?”
He works his jaw. “Stimulation? What kind of stimulation?”
“Oh, just a little buzz. You’ll barely feel it. There’s great potential with the technology. The stimulation could in theory be modulated to make you more studious, more relaxed, relieve pain, increase your sex drive.”
“Sex drive!?”
“Speculating, but it’s possible.” I shrug. “This is why I need your help — to get more data. Here, set your bag down. Sit, sit.” I pat a spot next to me in the center of my narrow dorm mattress. And with him there, I take his arm and roll up the sleeve of his red university sweatshirt.
“Uh…” Kyle’s breath catches and he freezes with my familiar touch, intimate and unexpected.
I have to suppress my grin. “But the stimulation could be anything, really. Even stuff I’ve never thought of. So keep an open mind, OK? I’ll start it up, and you just tell me everything you feel. Here, put your arm on my lap.” He does, resting his wrist over my crotch simply because I told him to. The bracelet is polished and sleek for a prototype: a black plastic package containing a small circuit board, a battery, a signal generator, and four electrodes, all connected by a rubber strap. I cinch it tight on him, ‘accidentally’ brushing my fingers over his palm, and watch the status light blink blue for ‘ready.’ It’s not much different-looking than a fitness tracker.
“Should I be feeling anything?” Kyle says, peering at his wrist with eyes wide.
“No, I haven’t turned you on yet. It. I mean, I haven’t turned it on yet.” I cross over to my desk, hunch down over my laptop. “Ok, first it’s going to calibrate. You ready? Last chance to back out, Kyle, although I really hope you won’t. It’ll mean so much to me.” With puppy-dog eyes I glance over my shoulder, but it’s not necessary. He’s trying to be discrete, but he’s checking out my ass. Boys always love yoga pants.
“So, wait,” he stammers, “What will it feel like again? Will I know when it’s started?”
“Calibration is just a little tickle, no big deal. And after that, you’ll, uh, probably definitely know if it works. You could feel anything. Emotions, sensations, alertness, arousal. Ya never know!”
“A-a-arousal?” His gaze flashes to his crotch, just for a split second, but I catch it.
“Yeah, sexual arousal,” I nod, licking my lips while staring directly at his hips, “That a problem?”
“No, I–“
“So I can start?”
“Yeah, I– I guess.”
“Here goes.” I drag the slider to full power, tap the spacebar, and turn to watch.
The bracelet makes the tiniest whine as the indicator turns amber, but Kyle stares at it like it’s eating his arm. It’s not, of course. “I feel it!” he says.
“Good. That’s expected.” I confirm visually — it’s working.
“I–” he gasps, “I– oh no!” He’s blushing, hard, and drawing his shoulders in defensively, trying to pull his knees to his chest.
“What is it, Kyle?” I prod him, tone rife with false innocence, “What’re you feeling? Anxious? Worried? Fearful?”
“No!” he squeaks, “It’s not that! It’s–” His eyes bounce everywhere but me. The window. The ceiling. The door. The wall. His crotch.
“Oh my!” I feign, tracing his gaze, “Is my bracelet giving you–” I pause dramatically, then continue in an urgent hush, “–a boner?” Because Kyle’s got quite the extraordinary tent going on in his jeans. No mild hard-on, from the looks of it, but a raging and surprisingly massive erection. The bracelet’s effect is activating him even better than expected.
He whimpers. “I– it– ohmigod– I’m sorry!”
I step towards him, eyebrow raised. “Looks like you’re trying to tear a hole in your shorts.”
“It– oh! It’s making me– horny! Turn it off!”
“But we’ve barely begun, this is good data. Are you sure?”
“It–” he stammers, scrambling side to side, “It’s going to give me– make me–“
“Kyle,” I take another step closer. We’re knee to knee. “This is precisely what I want to know. Your response is the exact information I need. I know you may be a little… uncomfortable. But, for science, tell me how horny you are currently.” I give him my most endearing look.
“Like, a ten!” he says.
“A ten! Out of ten? Interesting. If that means you need to, you know, work through some things… well, I can help with that.” As I say this, I rest my hand gently on the bulge stretching out the denim over his lap.
“What!?” he says, panic in his eye. Panic, and disbelief. “You what?”
“Arousal at ten out of ten sounds agonizing. At least if it’s left alone. Let’s relieve some of your tension, is what I’m saying, so we can keep going. For research purposes, of course.” I smile amiably, dropping to my knees in front of him while popping open the fly on his jeans.
“What’re you–!” As if spring-loaded, his boxer-wrapped cock pops from behind his zipper, stretching the black cotton out to its limit, the peak stopping a mere inch from my face. For a skinny boy he’s incredibly well-hung, with his thick and meaty erection overtaxing the fabric to wear I hear strings ripping, lifting the elastic waistband from his hips. Through the weave, I can see the outline of his circumcised head, trace the contours of his veins.
I dab my finger in the wet spot at the tip. “Kyle! This is unprecedented! I’ve never seen such effects.”
He whimpers, closes his eyes. “For your experiment.”
“That’s right. I need more data.” Finding my way through the fold, I reach in and guide his cock out of the fly and into the open air, pulling his boxers back around his equally massive balls. The back of my fingernails brush his sac, and that barest of touches is apparently enough.
He grunts, eyelids fluttering and jaw slackening as his dick throbs and tightens straight and true, jetting my face with a fountain of his semen. “I’m so sorry!” he groans, launching another thick load from his thick cock. I pet his balls as his belly heaves and shaft twitches, and more and more spunk shoots from him. Cheeks blushing, face strained, eyes pinched closed, he cums and cums until, at last, all that’s left is a slow ooze. My face feels well and truly glazed, and I grin up at him. “There, mood improved?”
“Ohmigod!” he says, jaw hanging open and eyes pressed wide, “I’m sorry, Theresa!”
“Nonsense,” I say with my chirpy tone, unable to hide my delight. A gob of his cum drips into my eye, and I blink it gone. “It’s for science. Glad to see my prototype working so well. Tell me now, how are you feeling?”
“I– I’m, um, actually still– um, what’re– are you–?”
“What?” I shrug, “Does it not feel good?” Looking at his penis alone, there’s no telling he’s just popped. His shaft remains just as stiff as before he blew his load, his head just as primed. I’ve gripped him in my fist and am stroking his fantastic cock with everything I’ve got. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Yes– no! No, I– oh no! I’m gonna– fuck!” He groans. “What’s happening to me?”
A new jet of semen blasts me in the eye. “You’re cumming again, is what,” I say. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world. While the boy above convulses, my fingers coax from his cock another series of spurts, just as heavy as the first. His spunk coats my cheeks and brows and I wipe it from my nose and suck my fingers clean.
Kyle pants, disbelief across his face as he looks down at the scene developing around his cock. “How am I…?”
I don’t answer, exactly. I can’t, not with his massive erection filling my mouth. I suck and slurp him clean, then with a wink I press down down down until his shaft stretches my neck and my nose reaches his hips. He’s clearly in awe. This move is impromptu, not part of my plan, but I just can’t help myself. The bracelet’s electrical signals by now will have synchronized fully, and he’ll be powerless in the face of his arousal. Giving him oral pleasure in such a state is really just me being nice, from that point of view.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he moans again and again, falling back onto his elbows as he watches my cum-painted face gag and strain to keep him deep.
I go to pull off, but I feel his fingers run through my hair, push me down. Yes! We’ll make a man out of you yet, Kyle. And through watering eyes I can tell from his expression, not to mention his grunting gasps, his twitching shaft and spasming belly, that he’s blowing another load, this one directly down my throat.
It’s incredible. It can’t have been more than a couple minutes since his first orgasm. And the bracelet… I thought I knew its effects, but entirely removing the refractory period?
He lets me free, his fat erection springing out of my mouth just as stiff as ever, strings of sticky fluid beading out between his meat and my lips. Catching my breath, with my thumbs I massage his glans, somehow milking even more spunk from him.
“Don’t stop!” he groans, and I realize he’s cumming again. Or maybe he never finished?
“Where’s it all coming from?” I cup his heavy balls. “I mean, I guess they were full, but you’ve pumped gallons, Kyle.”
“I don’t know. It’s been a while?”
“How long?”
“A month?” he shrugs.
“A month since you’ve gotten laid?”
“No. A month since I’ve jerked off. Haven’t been laid in… I don’t know. It’s complicated. A year? More?”
“Kyle,” I admonish, rolling back onto my heels. His cum is everywhere, not just my face, but my hair, my hands, my clothes. “Nothing complicated about it. You coulda just asked me, you know?” I grab my shirt by the hem, pull it off over my head. My tits bounce free. “Lay back properly.”
“Ah, fuck it,” he says, kicking his clothes away, stretched out the narrow ways across my bed, knees over the edge, feet on the ground.
I peel my yoga pants off — those’ll also need to be washed — and stand before him naked, beaming with pride at my handiwork. He’s eyeing me hungrily, bracelet buzzing away, the combination keeping his cock stiffer than I thought physiologically possible.
“Any last words?” I say to him, sliding a finger up inside myself.
His mouth moves but no sounds come out.
Climbing onto him, pressing my naked flesh against his, I straddle him, positioning hips over hip. And as I bring us together, my fist guiding his mighty erection in, it finds a welcome so tight and wet and eager that it cums on first insertion, Kyle gasping, panting, squeaking. As his sticky heat blooms in my pussy, I begin pumping away, meeting his delirious thrusts. He cums again, cock spurting and face dazed. I only impale myself harder. He bucks, shudders, cums. I take his shaft deep inside me, a tempo dictated by thrill alone. And yet I’m milking his spunk out with each plunge.
“You’ve got me so fucking hard,” he somehow manages to mutter, grabbing my tits, pinching my nipples.
“That’s right,” I say, arching my back, skewering myself on his cumming cock again and again, with increasing abandon, lessening control. I reach back, between his legs, and feel the soft skin of his sac fill my palm. He groans even before I give him a playful little squeeze. “You give my pussy everything, Kyle. I want all of it, every last drop.”
He grunts uncontrollably, “Ahhhh!” his nuts throbbing in my grip.
“Grab my ass!” I bark, “Don’t bitch out on me, Kyle! Don’t hold anything back!”
Whatever few functioning brain cells remain yield to my orders. This formerly meek boy bucks his hips and digs his fingers into my glutes and fucks me so hard that he’s brings me to the gates of climax. His twitching shaft pumps and stabs me wide. His iron grip shoves us together with all the force of a freight train. His balls drain and drain and drain until the cum is oozing from my pussy lips and smearing down between us. I’m groaning loud — so loud the neighbors cannot mistake — and I don’t care. Kyle just keeps going and going, and I’m there for it, pussy greedy and insatiable, riding him into oblivion.
I’m almost to the summit when I see it. The bracelet’s indicator light, it’s flashing red! And just as it finally winks out, so almost immediately does Kyle. Snoring instantly, he’s still rock hard, still buried deep inside me. I catch my breath, feeling his cock deflate before sliding it out and staggering to my feet. With an awkward stumble I attempt to clean up from myself and the spent boy all the spunk, all the mess.
I eye the bracelet on its charger, impatiently frowning at the green flashing light. The pattern decodes to one-percent charged. “Next improvement,” I make a mental note, “Bigger battery.”
It’s a week or so later and Kyle’s got me face down ass up while buried deep inside me, and I’m a hundred miles high riding a nonstop orgasm — the bracelet works just as well on girls, of course — when suddenly I’m struck with an acute absence of dick. “Put it back in me!” I whimper. He makes some lame excuse. “No!” I complain, “Just a few more minutes. I’ll give the bracelet back soon, I swear!”
He clears his throat. “That’s what you said a few minutes ago. Anyway, what I said was, Theresa, there’s someone here.”
I look around. We’re in my dorm room. It’s just us. “Where?”
“They’re pounding on your door. They sound mad, too.” He reaches down, pops the bracelet off me.
“The fuck?” I mutter. Not that the device’s removal makes me any less horny, but at least my brain has a chance now. And sure enough, there indeed is someone banging my dorm room door. And they’re doing it so hard that they’re making it rattle on the hinges.
Muffled through the thick frame comes a girl’s voice, quite upset. “I know you’re in there, you bitch!”
I sigh and throw on an oversized t-shirt. I still look like sex, and stink of it, too, but at least the important bits are covered. Reaching for the handle, I put on my most weary, displeased, so-over-your-shit face.
“Yes?” I drawl as I swing the door open.
“You fucking whore!” she screams at me, spittle flying from her lips, “You horrible fucking skank!” She’s petite and plain, except the part of her that’s boiling over with rage.
I frown. “Who are you?”
“Na-Natalie!?” Kyle stutters from behind me, “Wh-wh-what’re you doing here?”
Fried my mind may be, but it doesn’t take a rocket surgeon to noodle this one out. Looks like I’m back to the dildo. For now.
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