I pull out my phone under the desk. There’s something so powerful sitting at the complete back of a lecture hall, knowing that I have a legion of minions (fine, cohorts) who are taking notes for me (for each other) below me. Beckett sits next to me and is sopping up every word our teacher says, and I’m glad I came to support him. I open my messages and click on a series of texts from JJ. Aaaaand it’s all nudes (accompanied with possibly the most adorable message ever, “I was feeling cute today”) so I quickly angle my phone away from Beckett and look around to make sure no one saw me do the least suave move I’ve done in a while. People are paying attention to class, for some reason. I’m allowed to have bad days, you know.
I quickly turn the screen brightness down and look at the photos again.
These are not artful nudes, but there is nothing in me that cares about the construction of the photo. I can feel the inner machinations in me working to get my pussy wet and hoo doggy does it feel good. I know I’m blushing. The first photo is one he took in front of his mirror, his work pants dropped around his legs and his bulge soft but prominent. He pulled up those cute deer boxers he has so that his dick is endlessly visible, and he has his paw not taking the photo lifting up his shirt just a touch and showing off his soft belly. I can tell his tail was wagging when he took the photo and the live photo feature comes in handy for the first time ever because I press the button and I get to see his fluffy little doggy tail wag.
My god. My fucking god. I am wet right now. I haven’t even gotten to the super raunchy ones yet and I can already feel that the space between my thighs is all wet. I think the best thing about this photo is how alive it feels. Sometimes you get photos from guys where you can tell they’re just stupid and horny, so it’s a photo of, for example, some guy’s dick and upper thighs as he lays in bed, maybe the episode of Rick and Morty he’s watching poking out on the screen behind. And dicks are great — that’s one of the things people miss in debates about dick pics. I looove me some dick pics, because they are ultimately photos of penises and I love penises. I just like the photos JJ sends more. His ruffled blankets in the background, all of the posters on his wall, his high-vis jacket and cute tee-shirt and the bashful little expression on his face. I love that he has no idea how to take these photos because the nervousness and the care that comes from that exudes through the photo.
I swipe to the next photo. Same setting, but he’s wormed his dick out through the fly of the boxers. Fucking adorable. He’s nice and big when he’s soft and he looks so smiley and embarrassed. The lighting is nice and warm and it casts a nice glow onto him and his bed. He’s hard in the next photo, a good eight or nine inches with his beautiful big curved cock. He’s dropped his underwear here, so I get to see how fluffy his crotch is. The visceral urge to give someone head surges through me.
I’m wrong about these photos not being artful — they are the greatest representation of real life I’ve seen in a nude, and what is art if not the representation of real life?
“Duuude,” Beckett whispers. I slam my phone down and shake my hoof pointlessly at him. He grins at me so hard. “Dude, in class?”
“You didn’t see anything, man.”
“No, I think I saw a lot.” He wolf-whistles under his breath. “JJ is paaacking.”
“Shut up, shut up shut up shut up!”
“No, I see what you like about him, dude.”
“Beckett, I am going to murder you.”
He chuckles under his breath and returns to copying notes down from the board. This feels kind of amazing, actually, being in my own little pocket of life as I maneuver my way through college. There’s no one around us (thanks 8:30 class) and Beckett’s probably done worse in a lecture hall, so I don’t feel judged at all. Maybe I’ll feel bad when I’m less horny later but I feel amazing right now.
I get up and Beckett gives me a cheeky little smile. “Gonna go jerk off?”
The answer to that is yes, actually, but I don’t wanna tell him that. “I gotta respond to JJ and I don’t want you peeking at my phone.”
“Alright, alright. Go ahead.”
I scramble out of the lecture hall, garnering no looks from anybody because college is really worth it, and walk into the men’s bathroom. I know this is really gross but I am so fucking wet right now. I drop my pants and just sit on the toilet seat. At least it’s one of those solo stalls with the walls completely up so I’m not interrupting anyone’s mornings, but man.
“My little puppy,” I text him. “What a good good boy.”
Normally when he sends me nudes that’s it — I respond and give him a good fucking later, but this time I see the message was read. I know JJ doesn’t really like talking over the phone, which I really can’t blame him for, but I can’t help but be intrigued knowing he’s on the other side of this right now.
“You there, puppy?” I type.
“I’m here,” he responds.
I give it a few moments. What a loaded couple of texts we’re both sending.
“Do you wanna FaceTime?” I ask. He knows what I mean by this.
And before I even know it, he FaceTimes me. I have my hand ready against my pussy.
“Hi hi hi hi hi,” he says, sitting in his bed with his dick hard. “You caught me at a good time.”
“Hey, puppy,” I say. I don’t know if it’s too crude to pan down to my pussy but I do anyway, and he lets out a soft moan on the other side of the camera.
“Oh, East.”
“JJ.”
“Oh, man, East, I’ve been thinking about you all morning.”
“Good boy, good booooy. What a big little puppy you are.”
He starts jerking off and I start doing so too. What a great fucking exchange — barely any words spoken between us and we’re both jerking it together. This is so dirty and so amazing.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you,” he says. “Just, so h—hard.”
“Oh yes, puppy. You’ll get to do that when I’m home. Of course you will, puppy.” God, the angle he has the camera at is so fucking sexy. His dick is practically right next to the tip of his muzzle. “Hey, puppy.”
“Mmhmm?” he moans.
“Give your dick a good lick for me, puppy.”
He does so. It’s fucking adorable the way it flicks forward with the movement of his tongue and then slaps back onto his tummy. He has to crane his neck to lick his dick but he definitely doesn’t seem to mind.
The poor dog keeps jerking off the base of his cock as he licks his dick. He starts moaning louder and louder — I am very glad this is a solo bathroom stall — and then suddenly he lets out a grunt. “I’m gonna cum,” he says under his breath.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Yeah yeah yeah.” He says that and then a second later he is shooting thick ropes all over his tongue and moaning like nothing else. The cum drips down his cock and he smiles. “Oh my god.”
That’s enough to send me over the edge. “Good boy. Good boy.” Orgasm ripples through my body and I feel my thighs rumble. I pull my hoof away and it’s wet.
We both sit there for a moment, enjoying the warmth of post-orgasm. Then JJ pipes up. “When are you out of class?”
“I mean. I dunno. I’m supposed to be in class right now.”
“When can you… be here?”
“20 minutes?”
“I’ll be waiting for you.”