In The Internet Lab

I was working in the Internet lab on campus late one night. There were just two others in the lab with me: one guy sitting at the end of my aisle, and another guy sitting across from me. The guy sitting across from me was beautiful. Dark blond hair, deep blue eyes, and broad shoulders. He was wearing a tight T-shirt and jeans; twice he had caught me staring at him. 

My hands were groping my crotch through my jeans just thinking about this guy. I let out a slight moan as my cock began to grow hard. He looked up. I tried to remain calm, but my cock was really pressing against my jeans now. Both of my hands were under the table squeezing and milking my cock and balls through my pants. I moaned again a bit louder, hoping the guy would look my way. This time, I kept my eyes closed and made my hand movements below the table very obvious. 

I heard his pen drop to the floor. I opened my eyes, and realized he was now underneath the table. With both my hands still cupping my now throbbing bulge, I continued to massage my thick 8 inches, hoping he was noticing as he picked his pen up. 

As he resurfaced from below the table, he made direct eye contact with me. Staring at me, he then started to moan himself, making his own hand movements quite obvious. I quickly dropped my pen to the floor. 

As I went under the table to retrieve my pen, I saw his hands massaging a growing bulge in his jeans. His thick shaft was clearly extended down one leg, and one hand ran it up and down. The other hand then unbuttoned his jeans, and began to slowing unzip. I almost dropped my load right there. 

As he unzipped and spread his jeans open, he displayed his nicely trimmed pubes and lack of underwear. With one quick motion, he pulled his shaft out for me to see. Incredible. Thick and veiny, he milked every inch of the monster with great pleasure. The fat head began to turn almost purple as he began to stroke faster and faster. 

Just as I was about to reach over and grab his balls, he pulled back and shot a huge wad of jizz His second shot practically lined the bottom of the table. He milked every last drop out as I just sat there and watched under the table. 

Then he quietly replaced his snake of a cock into his pants and carefully zipped up. I reemerged from beneath the table to discover he was already gone. 

I looked again underneath the table to make sure it wasn’t a dream… his cum was slowly dripping onto the carpet below.