Page 9 of Bound by the Mad Scientist

My hands never left his scalp. He took hold of my balls and cock, pulling down and stroking me in rhythm with his mouth. It felt insane. I made guttural, embarrassing, and deeply appreciative sounds.

“Fucking… fuck, Kelvin.”

His hair was so soft and warm in my fingers. He was sweaty, too, but it didn’t feel gross. Just a humidity in my palms that helped fight the chill from being nude in the forest.

That tingle started at the tip of my cock, meaning I was about to unload. I warned him with a “You’re gonna make me come, dude.”

He said he wanted to taste me, but I was the kind of guy who told the person sucking me that I was about to nut in their mouth.

His pace and depth didn’t change, and neither did his hands.

“I’m gonna fucking come, man. I’m gonna fucking… AHHHH FUCK! Take it! Eat this load, Kelvin!” I shouted, holding his head in place as I came. Had I felt any resistance, I’d have let go, even in the middle of the most amazing orgasm I’d ever been given.

Kel took it like a champ. Swallowing each volley as I shot into his waiting mouth. And once the peak was past, he massaged my balls and stroked my cock, slower and slower, until I deflated in his mouth.

That recovery time, watching Kel worship my dick with closed eyes in the suddenly freezing October night air, did things to me. First, it almost made me hard again. The second was less arousing.

When he leaned back, licking his lips and smiling at me, my stomach twisted. I wanted to help him up and kiss him until I tasted myself in his mouth. But didn’t.

That immature shame bubbled in my gut. I said, “That was probably the best blow job of my life, man. But I’m straight.”

His smile faded as he stood up. “Yeah, you said.” He brushed off his knees. “But I’m not, and that was fun. Hope you at least enjoyed it.”

I was still kinda hard and very wet, so when I picked up my overalls from the ground, my cock touched my stomach and sent a shiver up my back. “Yeah. Absolutely. I just said it was the best blow job I ever had.”

Kelvin evaluated me for a second. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed our experiment.”

“Data returned positive results for amazing oral skills.”

“I didn’t need an experiment to come to that conclusion, but peer review is always appreciated.” We laughed, killing off some of the tension, and then kind of stood there for a moment.

Lots of guys experimented in college, right? If anything, it was a hell of a bonding experience. We had to be much closer friends after he ate my load. And really, a gay best friend sounded pretty awesome. Not to mention, having a buddy to suck my cock, as amazingly as he just had, would be way better than jacking off alone for the next few years. Assuming he stayed for grad school and was down for that kind of thing, of course.

“So, uh. I’m not sure if giving an underclassman his first same-sex experience counts, but you definitely didn’t tackle me.”

“For real. I can’t believe you dodged me like that.”

“I told you I was the co-captain of my football team.”

“Fuck off.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, you did.”

“How the hell did you catch up to me, anyway? I went full speed until I collapsed.”

He shrugged. “You’re fast, but I’m faster.”

That sounded like bullshit, but I let it go. He must have had a shortcut that went through a thorn bush. “And what the hell happened to your coat?”

His face reddened. “Told you I’m fast. It tore chasing after you.”

“Damn.” I stopped myself from leaning in to kiss him again. “So, uh… what’s the deal with the game? Do you bring me back? Or do you actually have to tackle me?”

“Technically, I have to tackle you, yeah. But…” He looked around. “I’m pretty sure you ran so far we’re almost back on campus. I think we’re right by my dad’s old lab.”

“What?” A lot of things that night creeped me the fuck out. But something about the way he said that might have been the worst. “Didn’t you say your dad was in prison?”

“He is. Yes.” Kelvin’s mood shifted with his body. Cold and formal. “I said old lab.”

“How… there’s no way we ran that far. We’d see the parking lot lights from a few hundred yards away.”