I fucked my stalker

Everyone in this story is 18+ yrs old and consenting

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When I was 20 and in college and I ran into a situation of having a stalker, admirer, whatever you want to call it. He was 18, a freshmen, at first I didn’t think much about it. It was sorta funny and my friends gave me shit over it. It all started from this class I took that was in a separated class room, these cubicle like walls divided it into two sections. It was community college and my class times ranged from morning to late at night. This stalker of mine was going for a similar degree as me so he was often on the other side of the classroom.

The first time I noticed was when I sat at my computer working on a project, out of the corner of my eye I saw him standing there, peaking around the corner, just staring at me. I looked at him and made an awkward smile, but as soon as I did he walked away. I shrugged my face and continued to work. Day after day the same experience happened, to the point where my friends started to notice.

“Dude what’s this guys deal?” My friend Matt says to me, us both looking back at my stalker.

“Bro I have no idea” I reply and chuckle.

“Hey bro you got a problem?” Matt yells out to him.

“Bro shut up” I whisper to him.

My stalker left quickly. We laughed and moved on. Our professor announced we were doing a joint project with the class next to us. Great, now I’m getting even more close to this guy. The first day we worked together and got into groups, he wasn’t in mine, but it felt like he had a front row seat even more now to watch me. We huddled around the computer screen and got to work. Occasionally I felt his eyes on me and I’d glance over to see him staring back. Alright shits weird now. Class was over and we packed up our stuff.

“Bro he was looking at me again” I say to Matt.

Matt looks over to him.

“That creep?” He says back.

Matt went to go say something but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

“Dude it’s ok, I’ll figure it out alright?” I say to him.

“Sure whatever, but if you need back up let me know” he says back with a laugh.

I wasn’t threatened by this guy, I was 6ft and had the build of a rugby player. This guy was about 5’5 and had a skinny build. I hovered over him. We packed up and left the room. I headed to the bathroom.

“I’ll catch up with you later” I say to Matt as we part ways.

I walk up to the urinal dropping my bag to the floor, pulling down my sweats and begin to piss. The door creaks open and I hear footsteps as someone walks by. There he was and out of the row of empty urinals he chose the one directly next to me. He starts to piss and I turn to him, his face turned down while he admired my dick.

“Like what you see?” I say to him.

His eyes move back up and he just grins.

“The fuck is your problem?” I ask him.

He flushes and zips up before quickly walking out.

“What the fuck” I say out loud to myself and then laugh.

Days passed and I found myself back again working on the group project. I had a lot on my mind already, midterms were coming up, family shit going on, hadn’t fucked let alone jerked off in weeks, had no time to do anything and then this guy just keeps looking at me.

“Alright good work today” the professor says as we start to pack up.

I stand up and pack away my laptop when he comes up behind me.

“Nice dick by the way” he says quietly before walking off.

Matt looks over at me and then to my stalker walking away.

“What did he just say?” Matt asks.

“Bro fuck if I know” I say back and laugh it off.

Matt and I are walking down the hallway talking to each other, I notice my stalker walking ahead of us. He turns going the same direction up the stairs. I see him turn his head back slightly to look back. Matt’s rambling about something but my focus was on this guy. He stops in front of us and looks me up and down.

“Uhh you good?” Matt asks.

He stares at me and bites his lip.

“You’re totally a bear and it’s hot” he says.

Matt and I start laughing.

“Uhhh thanks?” I say back.

“Bro do you have a fucking problem?” Matt says.

“Bro it’s alright, ignore him” I say to Matt as we turn around and walk away, my stalker continuing up the stairs.

He wasn’t wrong, I would be classified as a bear. I had dark hair, brown eyes, my ass and legs hairy like no one’s business. I shaved my balls and shoulders constantly. My shoulders and biceps had no right being as large as they were for someone who didn’t play sports.

A week had passed and midterms were coming up. I found myself buried in projects and studying. I sat at my computer just looking at the screen, my mind couldn’t focus, my dick was rock hard and pinned down by my sweatpants. I kept adjusting myself but my dick craved being touched right now and more movement only made it worse. My stalker walked by and glanced over at me, pausing by the classroom divider until Matt noticed and scared him off.

“Bro you okay?” Matt asked me.

“Yea I’m okay, just stressed” I say back.

“Join the club” he says smirking before going back to work.

My leg shook, I couldn’t stay still. Everything felt overwhelming and the pent up energy my dick was giving right now wasn’t helping. My stalker walked back onto our side, standing there leaned over the desk as he talked to someone. I sat there and watched him, mad he wouldn’t leave me alone, mad that he made me curious. My eyes moved down his body, his lean frame, his perfectly round ass, the fuck am I doing? Now I’m staring at him. My dick twitched. The way his thick ass moved as he turned away and walked back to his side of the room. His eyes glancing over at me before he disappeared behind the wall. In that moment I knew where I could release this frustration, I knew someone who would be more than glad to take it.

“Fuck it” I say standing up and pulling off my headphones.

Matt looks over to me.

“You good?” He says.

“Yea I’ll be back” I say to him before walking away.

I walked towards the door to leave, looking back at Matt who was too focused to notice where I was going, I turned and headed towards my stalkers side of the classroom. Most of them were locked in on their computers or taking notes. The professor distracted as he helped a student. I looked around and then I saw him, his face staring at the screen, headphones on. I walked up behind him and my hand grabbed the back of his neck. He froze, I could feel the muscles in his neck tighten. He slowly pulled off his headphones and turned to look at me. I leaned in and whispered into his ear.

“Get up and follow me” I say to him.

My hand lets go and I walk towards the exit, he sits there a moment confused.

“Come on” I mouth to him with the door held open.

He looks around confused before standing up and walking over to me. I hold the door open as he steps into the hall.

“What are we doing?” He asks.

“Shut up, just follow me” I say back.

I walk down the hall and peak through the tiny window of each classroom door. Occupied, occupied, occupied, and then dark, empty.

“Bingo” I say before turning the knob and pulling the door open.

I turn to my stalker, he’s standing there confused, slightly terrified.

“Bro just get in” I say to him.

He walks past me and I turn to look around the hallway before closing the door and locking it. My hand makes its way to the back of his neck again, grabbing it tightly as I direct him over to the desk.

“Please don’t hurt me” he says.

“Really you think I’m here to kick your ass?” I say to him.

“Fuck I donno” he replies.

“You’ve been staring at me almost everyday, everywhere I turn there you are” I say back.

My hand lets go as I push him forward, his body hitting the desk as his hands grip the top. I walk up behind him and press my body against his, my dick still rock hard, pinned between us. His head drops down as I place my hands on the desk on either side of him.

“Time for you to do me a favor” I say to him.

“Anything” he says back.

I turn back to the door to see if anyone is looking in, no one was around. My hands grab the waistband of his sweat pants as I yank them down to his ankles, he kicks his feet free from them. My hand pushes his back until he’s leaned over the desk. I lift the front of my shirt, tucking it around the back of my neck before pulling my sweatpants down, my cock springing free from them. I step back up, this time his warm skin rubs against my shaft, my swollen head brushes against his cheek. He moans.

“Fuck” he says.

I spit into the palm of my hand and rub it over my dick, spitting again, it now dripping off my cock. A couple strokes and I can already feel the built up cum waiting to leave. My foot kicks each of his feet to the side more, his legs now spread, ass up and facing me. He arches his bubble butt, his hands gripping the desk in anticipation. I grab the base of my dick and step forward, my head parting his thick cheeks. Moving my cock up and down in his crack, rubbing against his tight hole. I push forward and the tip stretches him open. He moans and wiggles as I enter him. I let go of my dick as soon as his hole grips it.

“Holy shit” I moan.

“You like that?” He says.

“Not a fucking word” I say to him before my hand covers his mouth.

Part of me wanted to take it slow, a bigger part of me wanted to show him no mercy. I pushed in all 7inches of my thick cock. His moans muffled by my hand. I let it fully push in, my heavy balls rested against him, his hold adjusting to my girth.

“Yea that’s it” I whisper into his ear.

My other hand grabs ahold of his waist and pulls him back towards me, like as if my cock could go any deeper. His hole clenched around me, I’d never experience such a tight grip on my dick before like this. I pulled out slowly and looked down, the way his hole pulled out with me.

“Fuck” I moaned.

I pushed back in, I could feel there was no way I’d last long, weeks of cum waited to be released. I started thrusting faster, my smooth balls slapped against him. The desk scratched against the tile as I fucked him. I moved my hand from his mouth.

“You like taking that dick don’t you?” I ask him.

“Yes, fuck” he says back.

“You’re not going to say a fucking word to anyone are you?” I ask, my dick pushing deep into him.

“No, not a fucking word” he moans.

My arm goes up and wraps around the front of his neck, pulling his head towards me. I could feel my cock swell up inside him, the grip intensifying, my balls ached. I kept thrusting and pushed in deep as my load shot out, deeper, hot thick cum filled his insides. He moaned as I my cock twitched inside him, his hole milking out every last drop. I pulled out slightly and caught my breath. Shoving back in balls deep, my cock pushing out the cum it hits the floor below us.

“From now on your ass is mine, got it?” I say to him

He nods his head yes, his neck still in my grip.

“And enough of the staring shit, okay?” I say to him.

Again he nods.

“Good boy” I say to him as I pull my dick out of him and release his neck.

His body goes limp as he lays on the desktop, his legs spread, my cum leaking out of his hole. I shake my dick off and pull my sweats back up, pulling my shirt down. I wipe my hand on his ass to get my cum off of it. I headed back to class and sat down, the relief I felt throughout my body. Matt turns to me.

“Dude you good?” He asks.

“I am now” I say back.

Matt looking confused shakes his head and goes back to his computer. I look around and see my stalker walk through the door and head back to his seat, not looking over to me.

The week went on and it was the last day of midterms, this one was rough and got out late. I packed up and headed outside, walking through the dimly lit parking lot to my car. I unlocked it and open the back door and throw my bag inside. I close the door and turn to see him standing there.

“Hey” he says.

I look around.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask him.

“I just.. I” he managed to get out.

“You just what?” I responded.

He steps closer to me, I grab the front of his shirt and pin him against my car.

“I want it” he says.

I look around at the empty lot, the only people walking around are in the distance going to their cars. My hand grabs the hair on his head as I push him down, his back sliding against the door, he squats in front of me. He pulls down my sweats eagerly. I continue looking around, but then feel his warm, wet mouth as my cock entered it.

“Fuck” I moan, my hands holding the side of my car.

I can hear him slurping on my dick, his head bobbing and back and forth as he pushed it in deeper.

“Yea thats it, take that fucking cock” I moan, looking down at him.

My hips thrust forward and I pin his head between me and the car, my cock no where to go but down his throat. He chokes but I push it in deeper, reminding him of who’s in charge. I pull back and let him get air before he pushes his face forward again. My hand grabs the back of his head and I push him towards me, his nose pushing into my pubes. My hand moves back up onto the car, I continue to fuck his face. The vibrations of his moaning going through my dick. I scanned the parking lot again for people, I couldn’t see anyone, shit it was hard to focus. His hand moved up to my ass cheek and gripped it as I fucked his face more. The car shaking back and forth as his head pushed into it.

“Open that fucking throat” I moan.

I lean against the car as I push my cock in deep, my cum shooting out, sounds of him gagging on it driving me crazy. My dick pulsed out each load until he took it all from me. I pulled back but he kept suction on my cock, I looked down and he was jerking himself off. I left my softening cock in his mouth as he continued to jerk, his cum shot out, he moaned, sucking on my now limp dick. My hand grabbed his hair and pulled him back up. I looked at him.

“I fucking say when from now on got it?” I say to him.

He nods his head yes.

“Bro what you doing?” I hear Matt yell in the distance.

“Now get the fuck out of here” I say to him, pulling my pants back up.

He pulls up his pants and runs off in the other direction as Matt gets closer.

“Was that guy bothering you again?” Matt asks.

I walk over to him.

“Nahh he’s good, I think we have an understanding now” I say to him.

Matt looks down managing to see the wet spot on my gray sweats where the combination of cum and spit soaked in.

“Bro you need to get laid” he says.

I look down.

“Haha shit.. yea you’re right” I say back.

“Alright see ya tomorrow” Matt says heading back to his car.

I got in my car and sat there, thinking how this stranger had me questioning my actions and myself. I’ve never been with a guy before. I reached into my pocket for my keys and felt something in there with them, I pulled it out, a crumpled up sticky note. I opened it to find a phone number written on it. I looked up and out the window, like I’d find him standing there, but he was gone.