Five Years of Film School Stories: The One I Love to Tell, or, How My Cock Became Famous and Got Me the Best Blowjob and Fuck I’ve Ever Had [MF] [Long]

Welcome back. If you follow these stories, it’s been awhile. And you’re probably wondering what happened. Well, as with all good things, they must come to an end. Rachel dropped out and moved back home after the first year in Film School. Robin got really into the California music scene and sort of faded out.

So, in my second year at film school, I was single and without a FWB to regularly satisfy my needs. As a refresher, I’m white, 6’3″, have been described as having a “swimmer’s body”, and my cock isn’t huge (7″), but people seem to think it’s nice.

I ended up getting involved with a girl named Erika, who was an production designer. PDs basically controlled everything you see on camera that isn’t talent or props. So, Erika was about 5’6”, slender, and really, really stylish. She always wore sheer, intricate tops that displayed her small, and very shapely, boobs making them look perfect all the time. Her brown, messy hair was always up in a bun or ponytail, and the girl had crazy cheekbones. She was gorgeous, but, as I would come to find out, didn’t really care about me all that much.

In the fall that year, we got together several times for what was, and still is to this day, some of the most acrobatic sex I’d ever had. She had been a gymnast growing up, but had a growth spurt early in life and stopped. But, fucking her from behind on the edge of the bed while she did the splits, is a highlight. The was she was splayed got me in so deep that I had to stop a few times and back off my…shall we say intensity.

But, where this story really picks up is the sexting. She loved to sext. Any time, all day sometimes, she was sending me dirty messages that got me incredibly hard. I would be sitting in the viewing room, listening to someone drone on about *The Red Balloon,* and here would come a text:

“I’m thinking about you. I want you to shove your cock down my throat and tell me to take it.”

Bam, hard as a rock while talking about French post-war cinema.

Erika was, unlike many women, really into the “dick pic”. She loved them and asked for them on a consistent, if somewhat exhausting, basis. I’d get a message in the middle of editing bay work saying:

“I don’t care where you are, take it out, get it hard, and send me a pic.”

And I would obey. I’d run to the bathroom, pop in a stall, take out my already semi-hard cock and stroke it to the thought of her waiting for a shot of me. How she’d react to it. Would she absent-mindedly slide a hand over her nipples, bite her lip, or even shove her hand down her pants and work her pussy just a little. In mere seconds, I’d be so hard, enough to feel the skin tighten to a near painful degree, and I’d snap a pic at a flattering angle.

Now this was how the “famous” thing got started.

About a week after I sent Erika a pic that got me a “Damn. That is a REALLY good shot of your cock. It looks so thick and hard. Wow. I can’t wait to feel it fill me up” in response, I noticed something.

Walking through the halls, I got a lot of side-eyes and a few extra smiles. Girls walking by would look me over for a moment, before smiling, or whispering to the people they were with. At first, I thought maybe I was just looking good (I had been hitting the gym more than usual). That was until I was sitting in a lecture course a few days later.

A row in front of me sat a cinematography student named Carly. Carly had shoulder-length straight red hair, light blue eyes, freckles, and a stud piercing in her nose. On that day, she had on a short pair of denim shorts with a loose tank-top tucked into them. From my angle behind her, she was showing off and very nice amount of cleavage, which is what got my attention in the first place. However, it was easy for me to see what she was doing on her phone as well. With no one else around her in her row, she was safe to pretend to be listening while surfing.

But, my attention was suddenly peaked when a cock appeared on her phone. And, to my surprise, it was mine. You’re probably ahead of me by now, but if you aren’t I’ll explain. That “really good shot” of my cock seemed to have been making the rounds. But, they couldn’t know it was me, right? Well, not only did Erika tell her friends and send it out, but the shot clearly identified me. See, I have a very distinct tattoo on my inner wrist, right in plain view, as I held my erect cock in the frame.

I walked out of class, fuming a bit, and tried to call Erika. No answer. I texted her, asking why she was sending pictures of my cock to everyone, no answer.

A group of students started congregating and talking around where I was standing, so I moved down into one of the back hallways. As I furiously finished another text, Carly appeared around the corner.

“Hey, you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I asked, wondering if she knew whose dick she had just been looking at.

“Does this have to do with the picture?” she asked, answering my question.

“Uh…yeah. Yeah, it does. Did she send that to you directly?” I asked. I didn’t even know if Erika knew Carly.

“No, someone else sent it to me. It’s kind of gotten around.”

I sighed and leaned back against the wall. Carly’s eyes flashed down to my crotch and then back up to me.

“It’s not a bad thing, you know. Everyone is talking about how nice it is,” she said. “You’ve kind of become a whole thing. Lots of people want to…have a shot. You know?”

I doubted it, but managed a weak smile and said, “Thanks”.

Suddenly, she closed the distance and was less than a foot away, looking up at me. “I liked it a lot, you know. It looked big.”

My mind was blank. I had no idea what the fuck to do in this situation. Luckily, instinct took over for me. Sensing the shift and taking a shot, I leaned down and kissed her hard. Carly sharply inhaled through her nose and threw her arms around my neck. I put my hand around her lower back and pulled her hard into me. My cock stiffened and I assumed she could feel it through my jeans. She pulled away and groped at it.

“Come here,” she said, then turned and opened a door to an empty classroom.

The door shutting behind me, Carly backed onto a desk, opened her legs, and waited. I quickly put myself between her legs, and furiously kissed her. My lips went down to her neck, her chest, and back up again. Carly pulled down the straps of her loose tank-top, revealing her beautiful breasts. They were a perfect handful, as I soon found out, with small, perky nipples. But, before I could have too much fun with her tits, she pushed me off and dropped to her knees.

Quickly, and quite deftly, she undid the zipper on my jeans, navigated my boxers and pulled my cock and balls out of the fly. I was mostly hard, standing at attention, and she leaned back. Her eyes scoured my cock from tip to base.

“Yeah, it’s really nice,” was all she said before leaning up and engulfing the head in her mouth. I moaned hard as she sucked and licked the tip, then started stroking my shaft slowly. For a few minutes, that was all she did. Slow strokes and hard sucking. It felt great, but I started bucking my hips in anticipation of more.

Carly, however, took this as indication of something else. She took my cock out of her mouth and shuffled back to the wall behind the desk. She straightened her back, looked up at me, and opened her mouth.

Suddenly, I got the idea. My cock grew even harder, thicker and tighter, as I walked over to her, placed both hands on the sides of her head, and thrust my cock into her mouth. I kept a slow rhythm at first, careful not to push too far, and pulled it out every so often to give her air. After a few minutes, I pulled my cock out and stroked it in front of her face.

“Oh my god. You’re so hot,” she said gasping, which turned me on to a ridiculous degree. “I want you to fuck my face. Really fuck it.” She said, then opened her mouth again.

Without hesitation, I shoved my cock back in her mouth and starting pumping it hard. Her lips slid effortlessly up and down my shaft, spit dripping off it to the floor. Looking down, I could see her tits spilling out of her top and, to my immense pleasure, her hand rubbing herself over her shorts. I picked up the pace, and pushed further and further down her throat. And she kept taking it. Her head back against the wall, my cock thrusting in and out, down her throat and back. I watched as she drooled over it, tits jiggling, hand rubbing.

I felt her moaning, the vibrations rumbling over my cock, as it slid in and out of her mouth. Before I knew it, I was on the verge of cumming and I knew I was going to cum hard. I pulled out of her mouth again and she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes.

“Do you want my cum in your mouth?” I asked.

Carly stood up, quickly pulled her shorts and panties to the ground and bent over the desk.

“I’m on the pill. I want you to cum in me.”

I had been slowly stroking my incredibly slick cock and, I’m perfectly happy to admit, I almost exploded in my hand. But, I managed to hold it back, smack Carly’s incredibly bubbly ass, and shove my cock hard into her shockingly wet pussy.

It was her turn to moan hard now as I pumped away at her from behind, letting my balls slap against her, watching her ass bounce over and over and over. My grip on her hips dug my fingers into the thick curve she had there and I let go only to grab ahold of her hair and pull back.

“Yes, oh fuck yeah,” she yelled and I used the grip on her hair to push my cock further into her.

“Cum in me. Fill me up with your cum. Please.” she cried, looking back at me. I watched her tits sway back and forth, perfect and covered in freckles. Her makeup ran a bit, she was biting her lip and moaning in rhythm with my thrusts. But, I wanted to do something for her too.

She beat me to it, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum on that big cock,” she said softly, looking into my eyes. “If you cum in me I will fucking cum so hard.”

Two things. First, I’m a sucker for girls calling me big in bed. Second, nothing could hold back my orgasm anymore. Not a fucking thing.

With one more thrust, it took over me and I started bucking hard into her pussy. I felt my cock spasm, hot cum shooting inside her over and over and over. And, as promised, Carly’s moans took on a guttural, primal quality as I felt her muscles clench around my cock, as she came hard, intensifying my orgasm. I came even harder, and pounded into her over and over, which made her cum harder, until we both finally stopped cumming and i pulled my cock out of her.

The two of us re-dressed and Carly kissed me hard before saying, “Well, I can definitely say that it is a very nice cock. I hope we can do this again?”. Then, she walked out of the classroom, leaving me to lock this story forever in my mind.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8l2717/five_years_of_film_school_stories_the_one_i_love