Lax Bro Discovers New Desires

James rushed into his freshman physics course, late as usual, to find a seat towards the back of the lecture hall. He set down his gym bag and pulled his laptop out of his backpack and turned his attention to the professor at the front of the class who was lecturing about wavelengths.

He was struggling to follow along as he had fallen asleep during the last lecture and the one before that. It wasn't that he didn't want to pay attention, but this class was after his weight training session for lacrosse and was always exhausted.

This day he fought off the fatigue to make it all the way through to the end of the class; when the professor said, "On your way out please pick up your tests from last week. I want to remind you all that if you are struggling that you should see one of my TA's during their office hours."

James looked over to the two TA's, whom he had seldom noticed before. One was a surprisingly attractive girl, Emily. The other was a thin classically nerdy looking kid whose name he had never bothered to learn.

If I can get in to meet with Emily, I bet I can persuade her to help my grade. He was always considered handsome in high school, and he had only gotten hotter with all his weight training.

I bet I can fuck her and get my grade boosted, if I need to.

The professor continued, "If your last name starts with A through M you can see Emily. And if you last name starts with N through Z, you can meet with Brian.

James realized that his last name meant he would have to see Brian. He looked down and saw the scrawny kid face down in a book.

Well hopefully I'm at least a C and I won't need to worry about this. After all, he only needed to have a C- average to play lacrosse and that was his main concern. He made his way down to the front of the class to get his test and made his way to the hallway where he looked at his test and in red and circled it read, "40/100! This is not good, there are only two tests left! You need to go to office hours!"

His heart sank. Forty percent? How could it be that bad? Panic set in since he would be out for the season if he failed the class. He pulled up the syllabus on his phone and looked for the office hours.

"Teaching Assistant office hours are in the physics building rooms 302 A and B from 4:00-6:00 Monday, Wednesday and Friday; with additional hours added at the Teaching assistant." His eyes made it further down, remembering that there was a part about extra credit. "Extra credit can be awarded by TAs for students who seek tutoring and demonstrate improvement for up to 20 points."

James did not like the idea of asking for help, especially if it wasn't going to be a girl he could sweet talk like he was used to doing in high school. It was Wednesday today, and he had a couple hours until office hours.

He made his way back to his dorm to find his roommate (who was also his teammate) gone. This was a rare moment of alone time and James new exactly how he would spend it. He opened twitter and went to his porn account and began playing with himself on his bed. He scrolled through various pics and videos until he was rock hard, stroking himself to various videos of girls fingering themselves, exposing their pussies, getting fucked and playing with each other.

This went on for longer than he realized, 45 minutes had passed, and James was beginning to leak pre cum. He needed to find a video to finish to. He scrolled down a bit further and found a video of a cute girl who was sucking on a massive cock. He felt the excitement of the video flush his face.

He looked down at his dick, it was pretty and complimented often. Just over seven inches when he measured, but he would always say it was seven and a half. He liked it, but always wondered what it would be like to have a monster cock like the one he was watching. It looked almost comical on the tall thin guy that was now about to enter the cute girl in the video.

The sound of her moans and dirty talk filled his ears, she was getting absolutely railed from behind by this big cock. James could feel his nut building, he grabbed some paper towels and just as he was about to bust, the lock of the door turned.

Quickly pulling up his shorts and turning away from the door, James' heart was racing at almost getting caught. If his teammate Ryan came in on him jerking off it would be a joke on the team for ages. Thankfully for James, he hid his hard dick and porn before Ryan entered the dorm.

The two chatted for a bit about the morning training session and how the practice tonight was going to be brutal since their coach thought the team needed to be in better shape. James was only partly present in the conversation; the pulsating horniness was too distracting. He was so close to coming he could feel a slight twinge in his balls.

The conversation went on and his boner finally subsided enough that he could stand up and get ready to change when he saw the time, it was 3:53. "Shit! I gotta go, but I'll see you at practice." He grabbed his backpack and hustled off to the physics building.

Thankfully it wasn't far, but James had never been to the upper levels of the building. He went to the third floor and walked around trying to find the room. He found that a line had formed and there were several of his classmates sitting on two rows of chairs. One for A-M and the other N-Z.

There were two others sitting in his line. James sat and waited, he tried to think about physics and even opened the textbook, but his mind kept drifting off, back to the video he was watching of the cute girl getting railed by the big cock. His mind lingered on it for so long that his book was now being used to cover his erection that would have been otherwise obvious in his athletic shorts.

Brian the TA popped out of the door for 302B and called in the next student, after a few minutes he called for the next one. James moved down to the closest seat and focused on physics for long enough to get his boner to fade.

I can't believe I have to do this. I should just be able to get someone to take this class for me, I only have to do well on two tests, I gotta get this nerd to give me extra credit.

Just then the door opened, and Brian looked out and said, "it looks like you're the last one, come on in."

James stood and walked through the door and followed Brian around a corner and around another to a room with a table against the wall and two chairs. The room was small and secluded. The two sat down with only a foot and a half from each other.

Having never really looked at Brian before, James eyed him up; he was probably 5'9 and must have weighed no more than 140 pounds (unlike James at 6'1, 185 lbs.). He had on jeans and a button up shirt. His face was slight, his glasses rested on surprisingly high cheekbones, and he has black hair that was pushed to the side.

He looked like a classic nerd to James who compared him to himself, a muscular athlete with blond hair that flowed back like a classic lax bro. His flashed his white teeth into a smile like he had done countless times to get what he wanted. "Hey man, so I'm hoping you can help me with this test."

He presented his failure of a test to Brian. "I know you can give out extra credit and if you helped me out, I could get this up closer to passing. It would be so cool if you could help me out."

"Ah yes James O'Neal" replied Brian, "I remember grading this test, you are honestly lucky you got he points that you did."

James was taken aback; he didn't know the TA's graded papers. "I get that" replied James, "I've just been so busy with lacrosse training before class that it really makes it hard to focus."

"As difficult as that must be, you are going to have to work harder if you want to pass this class, it's too late to drop it, but thankfully you have a couple weeks before the next exam."

James barely registered what Brian had said, he was trying to come up with a way to get Brian to pass him, since he was doing the grading.

That's it! This nerd would probably kill to be able to go to one of the parties I go to, if I can get him drunk and maybe even laid (a difficult task he assumed) I bet he would help pass me or give me the answers or something.

"Well, it seems like I need your help" James interjected, "What if you can help me pass this class and I can bring you to the coolest parties? We are having a lax house ragger this weekend, you could come with, I'd be able to introduce you to some hot girls..."

"I'm going to stop you right there. I'm sure your parties are very fun, but I am afraid it's not going to be that easy. I'm not putting my job on the line for a party and you will have to know this material for the final, which will be graded by Professor Herrick."

James was irked by the denial of his offer, but he figured he knew the reason why. He heard a bit of a lisp in Brian's voice.

Oh shit, he's a nerd and a fag I bet, there is no way I am going to be able to get him to do this for me. Maybe I can offer him to see my dick or something? I can't ask right away but I bet I can turn him on enough to help me.

Brian turned to the first page of the test, "We can start here, you see in this second problem you seem to have completely forgotten the equation we went over in class, let me write it here for you."

James was partially paying attention, but he wanted to try to get a rise out of Brian, he pulled his shorts up to expose more thigh and made a grab at his bulge, trying to make it more visible in the hopes of seeing Brian get distracted. The effort seemed to have little effect as Brian kept going through the test, he held it on his lap and spun it around to show to James, but James noticed something else.

When the test moved, James' eyes lingered for just a moment on the lap of Brian where he seemed to have a weirdly large bulge, but James glanced away and tried to return his focus. Images of the video he almost came to flashed through his mind.

There is no way this little nerd has a giant bulge. It must be the denim bunching up. It can't be.

His thoughts returned to the test, but he felt this internal tingle of excitement, that tingle compelled him to look again, but test was in the way.

"Can I see that?" James grabbed at the test, pretending like he was going to look closely at the answer he gave. Instead, he trained his glance on the crotch of Brian. He had to make sure on what he saw. As he took the test from his hands, Brian moved his seated stance and James stared to see a shift within his jeans that looked like he had hidden lacrosse balls in his underwear. Flashes of the video came back to him. James could feel blood flush his face and some rush to his cock.

Flustered, he handed the test back and leaned forward to hide his slight erection. He leaned in and tried to focus, taking in about half of what Brian was telling him, but his curiosity kept bringing his attention to the mystery of what was in Brian's pants.

"Well, that's about all the time I can give you today, James." Brian handed him back the test, "We got through a lot of it today, but it's clear you need to go over this all. Can you come in Friday? I will be here at 11:00, if you can make it."

"Yeah, that would be great." James spoke without thinking, he was still distracted by not being able to cum and by the mysterious bulge.

As they both stood up, James took one last look at Brian's bulge, and there faintly running down his leg, it looked like it could be massive cock like the one from the video. His eyes lingered for a half second, then a full second.

James was unaware that Brian fully saw where James was looking, a smile crossed Brian's face as he noticed the lingering gaze at his crotch, "Well Mr. O'Neal, I hope to see you Friday."

He gestured towards the door and James snapped to attention, his face slightly flush, he made his exit. Looking down at his Apple Watch, James saw the time was 5:45. "Shit!" he burst out.

Knowing he was close to being late for practice, he ran through the halls, out across the quad and towards the athletics building.

James was late to the locker room, when he walked in everyone was already changing. His mind flashed back to the video and to Brian. The swirling curiosity and tingling sensation inside him allowed his gaze to wander to try to observe the other bulges in the locker room.

He had seen most of his team naked at some point, but only briefly, the showers were private stalls and looking while someone was naked changing was something that could get a guy mocked, especially a freshman like him.

Still James tried to steal some glances, but saw nothing special, nothing like what he thought he saw in Brian's pants.

The distraction of his newly confused state made James the last one to leave the locker-room. He ran towards the field and as he stepped on the turf he heard his coach yell, "O'Neal! Practice starts at 6:15! Do you know what time it is now?" The Question was rhetorical, "It's 6:17! That's two minutes of time you wasted, and you will need to make up for at the end of practice!"

Practice went on with the normal stretching warm-ups, but James still could not help his eyes as they wandered to the bulges of the upperclassmen, they bulged out from the nut-cups underneath the shorts and his mind drifted back to Brian. He shook his head and focused on the practice. They went through all the normal drills and scrimmages. About an hour in the coach yelled, "Everyone on the back line!"

The team let out a collective groan. Sprints. They all knew it was coming, but the dreaded cardio was unavoidable. At the whistle they all ran to the mid-line and back then to the far line and back. It was exhausting, but James kept up with most of the fastest kids.

They ran the sprints again and again. Sweating profusely, James and most of the rest of the team stripped oof their pads and ran shirtless back and forth again. After the fifth one, everyone was walking with their hands on their heads, abs expanding to breathe in more air, James caught himself again glancing down past the sweat dripping abs of his teammates to see if any of them had a package like he had seen on Brian, when he was startled from his gaze, "O'Neal!" his coach shouted from the sidelines, "You've got extra for being late, get on the line!"

James, breathing deeply, made his way to the line and as he did the whistle sounded and he ran the sprints by himself as he heard the jeers of his teammates echo in his head. By the time the whistle sounded again, all he could do was collapse and lay on his back trying to catch his breath. "See you all bright and early tomorrow!" He heard the coach say and the team made their way back to the locker room.

He was the last one to get back, exhausted and still distracted he took off his gear and wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to a shower stall, noticing that they were all full and lively chatter filled the echoing room, he waited, and a door opened, it was the captain, Mark.

He was big with a solid developed build and dark features, he opened the door to the shower and as he wrapped the towel around his waist, James could not help but glance and he saw his big heavy dark cock, it looked so full and plump. "Definitely big, bigger than me," James though, "but not like what I saw earlier."

What really caught his attention was that Mark was uncut. James had seldom seen a foreskin and he was a bit fascinated by it for a moment before he snapped himself out of the trance. "All yours, James." He heard Mark say as he gestured to the shower and walked past.

James stepped into the shower and as he took off his towel, he noticed his cock was hard, not fully hard, but enough to be an issue. Fuck, why now? James was used to getting erections all the time, it was a problem he usually had girlfriend to help him with, but he had never gotten one in the locker room before.

He ran the water colder to try to get it to go away, but as he looked down on his partially grown cock, he couldn't help but wonder if this is what Brian's was like soft, and with that thought his cock got a little harder.

At that James panicked, this wasn't him, he wasn't into guys, he had always had girlfriends, and this was all just because he didn't cum earlier that day. In fact, he usually would cum three times a day and it had been over a day since he came so it must just be that. The cold water flowed over him and his excitement subsided so he could change and get back to his dorm room.

When James made his way back to his dorm after eating in the dining hall, he was full and exhausted. He came back to Ryan smoking a bowl and offered him a hit. They sat and smoke and complained about practice and lamented having to get up so early for training. Before he knew it, James was stoned and too tired to do anything other than set his alarm and pass out.

That night James dreamt about lacrosse, which was normal for him, except in this dream Brian was on the team. He ran the drills with them, his skinny body out of place with the rest of the team, but in his shorts, there was something massive swinging back and forth, it was mesmerizing he felt that he could begin to see it clearly when.... "BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ." The 5:30 AM alarm blared into his sleeping state and James awoke with the memory of the dream lingering on his mind for his attention to be directed to his fully erect penis.

"Time to get going to fucking AM training," muttered Ryan. James groaned and tried to sit up in a way that would hide his erection. He could remember his dream so clearly and thinking about it seemed to only make his dick harder... He stared at his phone for a bit, browsing Instagram until his cock was soft enough to get dressed and make it to the gym.

The training session was like most of the early morning workouts, stretching, light cardio then weights. The training took James' mind off his constant horniness and his lingering thoughts about his TA's bulge.

Training ended at 7:30, but James didn't have class for another two hours, so he decided to do some extra work in the gym. As the workout continued his eyes began to wander again, to the crotches of the guys around him.

He would snap out of it and look for a girl working out and would spend some time admiring their bodies, but the mixed signals and three days of buildup resulted in him getting partial erections repeatedly. Finally, he decided to get go do cardio to rid himself of his nagging horniness.

James walked over to the treadmills and saw a familiar face. Brian was on a treadmill towards the end of the row. His black shirt and basketball shorts hung off of his skinny frame and without a thought, James' eyes darted to try and spot his bulge, but the display of the treadmill was in the way.

Seemingly on its own, James' body walked over to the treadmill row Brian was walking on. His heart rate surged; his face went flush as his line of sight became unobstructed. There, through the cardio machines he saw what he now knew could not be some denim illusion, within his sight, Brian's legs walked briskly back and forth and on top of them his oversized package clearly was bouncing back and forth, thigh to thigh.

James looked to try to discern a head, maybe it was just big balls after all, but the fleshy pendulum kept bouncing against the polyester of his shorts. James kept walking closer, transfixed by Brian's bulge, feeling a desire to see what is beneath the shorts he walked into Brian's view.

Brian saw James as soon as he began to walk over, he could see where James' eyes were staring and even changed his stride to make sure his movements were even more pronounced. James didn't even notice that he could see him staring and he didn't seem to notice that his own shorts were getting tighter in the front, but Brian noticed as he said, "Hey, there. How is the physics studying going?"

James snapped out of his daze, his throat was tight, and his heart was beating in his ears and the warm sensation of excitement rippled through him, "Oh hey..." he stammered. Normally James was always confident and quick to speak, but in this moment, he could only think about how red his face was getting as he worried that Brian had seen what the was staring at.

Noticing James' delayed speech, Brian added, "Will I be seeing you tomorrow? It should be less busy so I can take more time with you."

James didn't know what to say, all his words were getting jumbled in his head, his thoughts weren't orderly, and he just blurted out, "Yeah that sounds great, can't wait."

"Is that what you came over here for? To ask about office hours?"

James froze, he realized that it clearly looked like he walked over to Brian with an intention, he had to come up with a reason for this that seemed normal. He walked past most of the cardio equipment to get to where he stood, so getting on cardio would be odd too.

"I was actually hoping I could pick your brain about the best way to study and catch up what I've missed." James didn't believe the words as he said them, but he strained his gaze to not look down below Brian's waist.

"Well, that is certainly a good learning attitude to have Mr. O'Neal. I should be done soon and if you are as well, I could discuss some resources and methods on the way to class."

"Oh, sounds great" James said, knowing it was the same line he just said.

"Perfect, I'll be done in about ten, if that works, I'll see you after." Brian said this with a smirk that held more confidence that James had seen in him before.

"Cool" James replied as he turned away and stole one more glance at Brian's crotch, once again seeing the fabric of the shorts stretch out over his bulge.

James walked up a few rows from where Brian was and got on the stair master. He usually didn't use it, but he though it would give him an easier way to see Brian head to the locker room.

Brian looked on, watching James climb up the stair master and step after step accentuating his robust glutes. His lower body was so well developed and each step looked like two balloons rotating on top of each other. Brian enjoyed the view and let his mind wander and imagine.

James saw Brian walking away from the cardio equipment and towards the locker room. The sudden urge gripped him to follow him in, but he restrained, not wanting his interests to be perceived.

I can't let this faggy nerd know what I've been thinking and starting at.

He fought the urge for a minute then another and another, but he couldn't wait any longer and he made his way to the locker room.

There was no sign of Brian, so James decided to shower quickly. As he walked in, he found himself fantasizing about seeing Brian step out of the shower and pictured what his dick looked like. Wondering if it would look like the one from the video or if it was even bigger. The thought flowed blood to James' cock.

He hurried into a shower and began to stroke himself; he couldn't help himself, it felt so good and his mind's eye was fixed on what he thought Brian's dick was like, he lost himself in the feeling of his hand stroking his cock. The three days of buildup needed to be released, but as the moment of climax neared his elbow bumped the handle of the shower and cold water poured down on him.

"Shit!" the cold sting of the water brought him back to reality. Feeling a mix of shame and confusion, James let the water run cold to force his boner down. He wrapped a towel around himself, his dick was mostly soft now but still a bit engorged, which made it look big when he changed, James liked the idea of teammates or stranger seeing his plumped cock in the locker room. He made his way to his locker, his head on a swivel, trying to see if Brian was around.

James rounded the corner to his locker bay and saw a familiar thin frame. Brian was there, shirtless, in grey boxer briefs, turned away from him. James moved up and fixed his eyes as Brian pulled up his jeans just as James got along side of him to see the jeans get pulled up to the massive bulge. It sat up on top of the zipper and button like a bag of assorted fruit, bulbous and unshapely. It seemed like it wouldn't fit, even in such loose jeans, but Brian pulled the Jeans as far forward as the would go and the bag of fruit dropped below his waistline.

Brian, noticed James, but did not turn and instead put on his shirt before turning towards James, "I'll see you by the entrance" he said as he passed James in his towel.

James clung to his towel, replaying what he just saw over and over in his head. He opened his locker and grabbed out his underwear, Calvin Kline boxer briefs, and put them on under his towel. He couldn't just drop his towel now that his cock was fully erect. He didn't even realize it had happened so fast, but he dressed as discreetly as he could, and the erection faded as he made his way upstairs.

At the top of the stairs James saw Brian and made a concerted effort to only look him in the eyes. The two made their way out of the gym and down the path. It was the opposite direction James needed to go, but he went along anyway.

"I think since you're so far behind, it would do you some good to extensively go over the chapters we have already covered and note everything and anything you don't understand or don't remember..."

Brian kept talking, but only some of it was being heard by James. His mind oscillated between his genuine desire to improve his grade in physics and the overwhelming sensations and confusions he was feeling. This thing between Brian's legs was starting to feel like an obsession, if he could just see it, he felt like it would stop invading his thoughts.

"So does that sound good?" James snapped back, realizing that Brian was expecting an answer as they had stopped walking and his hand was on the handle of the door.

"Um yeah sorry, spaced out for a sec. Just a little lightheaded from the gym." James hoped his reply would be a good enough excuse.

"Maybe you should eat something." Brian replied, "I was saying that if you can go over the previous chapters, you can come early to my office hours tomorrow morning at 11:00. With a quiz next week, I really think you are going to need to get a head start on weekend studying. I normally wouldn't extend my office hours, but you do seem like you have a keen interest on doing better."

Just as Brian was finishing the sentence he moved his hands to the front of his pants and pulled them up from the front. The movement was not missed by James, who's eyes darted down to see the denim tighten and outline around what he now knew was unquestionably, Brian's massive cock and balls. As the words, "Keen interest" left Brian's lips, he pulled his jeans tight and watched as James' eyes shot down and lingered.

Before James could regain eye contact, Brian smiled and opened the door, "See you tomorrow at 11:00, lacrosse boy."

The words had a flirtatious, effeminate ring to them as the door shut behind him. James stood there for an instant slack-jawed, feeling certain that Brian knew exactly what he had just done. As he walked to his next class, his mind grappled with what the reality of all this was. Had Brian noticed the stares?

To James it didn't matter, once he jerked off and hopefully got laid at the Lax House party tonight, all these weird feeling would fade, and he could just study, train and get back to normal.

What does it matter if this twinky T. A. has a big cock anyways? James had been around larger dicks than his own before. His mind played back the memories of the devil's threesome he had with his friend Tom, who was packing a memorably large dick or when in high school he and some teammates jerked off together and the goalie Aaron had a massive dick, it was probably almost nine inches. It became a subject of locker room jokes for the rest of the year.

None of these guy's dicks ever had me thinking about them like this. Though he did notice that this trip down memory lane had sent more blood to his dick that was now pressing against his zipper.

Fuck I need to get off A. S. A. P! He slid his cock into the waistband of his pants and walked into his English class.

James' attention faded in and out as his professor discussed Shakespeare; his mind remained distracted. It felt like middle school again, boner after boner distracting him from another class that he was liable to struggle in. He thought about how he hadn't gone three days without getting off since he first started jerking off. His balls began to even ache a little bit. He debated leaving class to jerk off in the bathroom but was called on just as he was about to leave.

"James, what do you make of this excerpt? Do you think that Romeo and Juliet are drawn to each other because their families are so at odds or is this a love that would have occurred regardless of the family dynamics?"

He froze, having been thinking about his own dick for the last few minutes, he had no thoughts about what Romeo's dick was thinking. "Perhaps the forbidden fruit always tastes sweater, or at least we think it will." He had no idea where the line came from, but he could feel it resonate within himself.

"Say more" the professor replied. "Well, when we are told not to have something, but can't see a reason to not have it, does that not make it more desirable?" A vision of Brian in the locker room flashed before his eyes. "It's like the garden of Eden, they want the one fruit they are told they cannot have and only need to be pushed a little bit to give into their desires."

The comment seemed to satisfy the professor who began to speak about how biblical narratives were referenced in Shakespeare's era, but James was back in his own head trying to get the image of his forbidden fruit out of his own head. He tried to keep these thoughts from his head for his remaining classes, but the image of Brian and his bulge kept coming back to him.

I need to get back to my dorm and jerk off right now. His last class ended, it was 4:00 and he knew he could make it to his dorm in 20 minutes and have another 40 before his roommate was back. He hurried across the quad to his building, up the elevator, opened his door to be hit by the smell of pot smoke and him roommate yelling at him to close the door.

"It's 4:20 dude! Have a rip!" "Aren't you supposed to be in class still?" "Class got cancelled" he said through an exhale of pot smoke. "Plus, with no practice tomorrow morning, the team is going out." He tossed a beer to James who caught it and drank it between hits of a joint.

The afternoon drinking and smoking quickly ramped up into shots, bumps of coke and shot gunned beers. The Lacrosse team always went hard with their parties, and this was no exception. The seniors made the freshman, which included James, take shot after shot. The night swirled and blurred as it went on until it eventually faded to black.

His iPhone alarm pierced his deep, drunken sleep causing James to slowly open his eyes and scramble for his phone in his pants pocket across the room.

As he silenced it, he noticed he was in his underwear and rock hard with morning wood, he wanted to jerk off so badly, but the urge to pee took over, so he stood in the dorm shower peeing in a high arc, realizing that he was becoming too hungover as the sobering realization that it was 10:24 and he had to see Brian by 11:00.

James knew he was in no condition to do anything, so he showered with a beer, took a shot, a rip from a bowl, brushed his teeth and hurried across campus.

James realized that his hair of the dog might have been a bit more than needed as he could feel the booze and weed combine with his hangover to give him a solid buzz. His face was flush and felt light as he walked up the stairs and down the hall towards Brian's office, he knocked and heard Brian's slight voice, "Come on in."

James felt his heart race as he opened the door, all his confusing thoughts and urges from the other day in the locker room came rushing back to his mind, and a bit of blood rushed to his dick. He was wearing mesh gym shorts so to avoid it being seen he sat on the one other chair in the cramped room.

Brian looked up from his phone, "I'm glad you made it in today, I was a bit worried your party would have kept you up too late."

"How did you know I went to a party last night?" Brian looked at him with a knowing glance, "I live a couple doors down from the Lacrosse house, so I'm aware when you all have a party. Last night sounded like quite the rage. Are you sure you're ready for physics?"

"I kept it pretty tame last night, since I knew had this today." James was lying, but since the hangover wasn't bearing down on him in that moment, it didn't feel untrue."

"Well good" replied Brian, "Because we have a good bit to cover if you are going to be able to pass this next test. It's one of the more difficult ones this semester; let's start with a review of Newtonian mechanics." James tried hard to not let his attention slip, but it was difficult, he remembered some of the laws and formulas that were on the last quiz, but clearly not enough.

When Brian transitioned to discussing fluid physics, James chimed in with a little joke about needing some fluids of his own and excused himself to get some water. As he gulped down the drinking fountain's stream; he could feel his intoxication rising and with it a certain confidence, perhaps he could offer Brian invites to the lacrosse parties, they were a popular event that nerds like Brian were never invited to, maybe he hoped, he could offer that for more lenient grading.

When he went back into the office, Brian was sitting on the desk now and James couldn't help himself but glance down and see if the bulge were still there. It was. Brian wasn't wearing jeans today, instead they were a thin pair of slacks, he could see it protruding off the skinny frame and seem to pull all available fabric down with it. James stood there for an instant staring at it, wondering what it all was.

Were there just massive balls? Was it just an effect of him being so skinny?

Before he let his thoughts wander too much, he snapped his eyes back up to meet Brian's. he was staring directly at him, with a slight grin on his face, James was all but certain that Brian had seen him staring.

"I hope you don't mind, I'm a bit tired of sitting and this way I can point things out more easily for you." James took his seat. Now Brian was just in front of him, still such a small guy, maybe 5'9; James came up to his chest while in the seat, but when he lowered his gaze to his book or notebook, he could not help but notice the protruding bulge at the edge of his view.

At first James was able to keep his attention on the work at hand, but five minutes later Brian was repeating a formula and James eyes glanced again, he was flush, and blood rushed to his rapidly hardening cock. He remembered how long it had been since he got off last, days, and now the only thing covering up his erection was his notebook.

"Are you paying attention?" Brian asked. James popped back up to look at Brian and perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe the weed or the erection, but he knocked his notebook on the ground. Panic flashed through his mind as he dropped to the ground to get the book- just like a ground ball drill at practice- and as he gathered the notebook and paper that fell out of it, he heard Brian laugh for the first time, a sort of high pitched chuckle.

"Wow, and here I thought I liked physics, but you seem to really enjoy it!" James looked up from the floor at Brian and saw his eyes and where they were looking; he could see as clear as day the mesh of his lacrosse shorts stretched the full seven inches out, forming an unmistakable tent. He bent over and tucked it in the waistband, "sorry" he mumbled in a hushed tone that was so far from his usual bravado tone.

"It's okay" Brian looked down at James still kneeling on the floor. "You're not the first person to stare at my crotch, but you are one of the most persistent and cute ones to do so."

James could feel is face go red. He froze for an instant, unable to think of what to do or how to save himself from this situation, nothing was coming to him, his eyes had betrayed him and now his dick.

I will just make a joke about needing to jerk off and run out of here, that's all this is anyway pent-up horniness.

His mind was made up for only a fraction of a second before his eyes began to look up and caught sight of Brian's crotch again, not it was clearly bigger, stretching the fabric of the pants to their limit. His plan left his head and all that came out was, "Wow."

"Ha, you like that don't you?" James gave in to honesty for a moment and mumbled, "Yes." And without thinking he squeezed his own hard cock, and it felt wet with precum. "Say please."

Brian said above him in an airy, slightly lisped voice. It was in that moment that James began to lose control, he did not think about what he was doing or would do, his words felt like they were not his own. "Please" The word escaped his lips, but he did not even know what he was asking for, but he knew he wanted whatever it would be.

Still on his knees, James looked up at Brian and saw him undo the button on his pants and slowly unzip them. The zipper was like a flood gate bursting open, he only had to lower it halfway and the force of Brian's manhood pushed out the rest.

James reached out to touch the cotton wrapped package that was now in front of his face. He realized this was what he wanted so badly, for his curiosity to be satiated, to know just what was in Brian's pants.

James grabbed at it, almost with reverence, like picking up a puppy. He felt the meat fill his hand, it was thick and warm, but not hard like him, it still had some give to it. Oh god, it can get bigger! It was already nearly twice the mass of his own above average dick. James couldn't believe it.

He leaned in closer and pulled the pants and underwear down, staring at the thick shaft as inch after inch was exposed.

It was so long that he wasn't sure it would end, and just as he pulled the underwear past the mid-thigh, he felt a warm force hit his face. Brian's massive cock smacked him on the cheek, it was so much more forceful that he expected, and it was soft to the touch, despite being increasingly firm.

Brian didn't say a word, and James didn't have a thought. In fact, James would later not even remember the moment he first wrapped his lips around his TA's oversized cock; his memory would start again a moment later when he felt his jaw widen to make room for Brian.

He tried to remember what he liked when girls would blow him, he couldn't deepthroat something so big, but he grabbed onto it, his large hand only barely being able to get its fingers all the way around it, he sucked and worked his hands up and down.

Somewhere in the repetitive motions and the intoxication of arousal, James lost sense of time and self. He didn't know if it was Brian who asked him to strip down or if he did it himself, but there he was naked, on his knees, worshiping his TA's giant cock.

James pushed it into the back of his own throat and ignoring the discomfort; he was using two hands now, one to work the shaft and another cradling the massive balls, they were in proportion to the cock and filled his hand.

James realized he was still rock hard. He did not realize that he had been leaking precum onto his notebook as he serviced Brian who looked down with a mixture of surprise and pleasure at his worst, but hottest student trying his best to service his oversized dick.

"Time to wrap this up." Brian asserted himself with more bass than he normally would have, "You're better at sucking my dick than physics, but you still got a lot to learn."

Brian pulled his cock from his student's throat and began to jerk himself off. His hands were small and couldn't fully wrap around it, so he used both hands stacked on top of each other rapidly stroking with the aid of James' spit.

As James was able to relax his jaw for the first time, he felt the spell break a little, he began to have panicked thoughts about what it was he was doing, but his hand made its way to his dick and he jerked it while looking up at Brian, "Open up!" He barked the order with more bass than James had heard from him before and he let a quiet, "Yes Brian." Slip past his lips.

He didn't know what to expect, but he opened his mouth and put his tongue out, he knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't stop his body from obeying. "Good boy" the words drifted down from Brian and sent a shiver from James' ears to his exposed hole.

Then he heard the guttural moan above him, it was the unmistakable sound of a man about to come, not knowing what to do, he closed his eyes and pushed his tongue out. He heard another grunt and felt the warmth of the first burst. It streaked across his face and down his chest, then another glob landed on his tongue, dripping down to his collarbone.

His tongue was just sensing the load when Brian's fat cock slammed on his tongue and pushed its way back into his throat.

It was like an instinct, James sucked with a frantic excitement mixed with desperation, but the desperation turned to joy as he felt hot burst shoot down his throat, again and again. James felt an urge to drain it all, his competitive nature reared up and his only focus became getting every drop of cum out of Brain.

After the fifth shot in his mouth, Brian let out a shivered grunt and pushed his dick further down James' throat, "Good boy, good slut. You want this more, don't you?" James nodded and the dick cut off his airflow, pushing further than it had gone before. It was in that moment that he felt an eruption begin.

It didn't feel like coming from jerking off or even from sex with a girl, it felt like it came from deeper inside him and as Brian pulled his cock away, and a web of spit and cum was all that was left connecting the two boys, James shot his own load with such force he was briefly curious for a moment about the physics involved.

Each of the four consecutive bursts shot his seed across his chest and onto his face, with each one sending shivers of ecstasy throughout his body.

Only their respective heavy breathing filled the silence of the small office. James wiped away the spunk from his face, not knowing what was his or Brian's, he felt lightheaded, and a floating sensation enveloped him for a moment, but then that was pierced by panic.

His heart rate shot up and thoughts flooded him as he tried to clean and dress himself, What the fuck did I just do!? What the Fuck! I have to get out of here, I can't believe I just did that!

He ignored most of the cum on his chest as he pulled his shirt over his head and wiped his face with his sleeve. He was still hard when he pulled his shorts back up, securing himself in his waistband.

In his flurry of panic and shame he looked at Brian, who was leaning against the bookshelf on the wall with a smile on his face, his cock was still out, it had softened some but still hung down and out from his slender waste like a pendulum meant for a much larger clock.

As James gathered himself as quickly as he could, he pulled his eyes away from Brian who was cramming his still swollen member into his pants. As he turned to open the door, he heard Brian's voice, "You know we still have a lot to go over, here I thought that would help you focus."

"Yeah" His voiced cracked, James couldn't find the words, he couldn't bear the shame of staying, but also knew he was behind in the class, but another part of him wanted to stay, to touch just a bit more, but that same feeling triggered more fear and all he could muster in response as he opened the door was, "I'll study more for next time."

The door shut behind him, Next time? What did that even mean? Am I really going to be alone with him again? Brian kept repeating these thoughts to himself, working through rationalizations for what had just happened.

He landed on two notions that put his mind at ease: one, that he hadn't gotten off in days, longer than any time he could remember and that's why he did what he did; two, he figured that what had just happened would be against tons of school rules and he could probably blackmail his way through the class and worst case, file a report and get out of the class all together.

With his rationalizations set, he pushed the mornings activities from his head as he entered his dormitory. All that remained was the taste in his mouth, he found that he enjoyed the flavors that lingered on his palate, but that would be another thought to be shoved down for now.