The Freshman: Extra Credit
Copyright© 2026 by StankDaddyReeks
Chapter 10: Extra Credit
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10: Extra Credit - When Jack heads off to college and his sweet, innocent charm begins pulling in his new roommate, the roommate’s dad, a janitor and his son, his dormmates, the football team, a fraternity, and eventually much of the campus, Jack discovers that his family’s very special brand of closeness travels with him — and only gets filthier.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Gay Fiction School Incest Son Father Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Fisting Oral Sex
A few days had passed since the wild night at Brock’s apartment. The rest of the floor acted like nothing had happened. Nate and Liam joked about “that crazy party” in the lounge but never mentioned the carpet, the cum, or the way they’d all piled on top of each other. Mason blushed and changed the subject whenever it came up. Riley and Zach convinced themselves the memories were just beer-fueled dreams. Everyone went to class, hit the gym, and pretended freshman life was perfectly normal.
Jack and Tyler, however, had been sleeping together every night since move-in—in Jack’s bed. The once-clean sheets were now a permanent yellowish crust of dried cum, sweat, and spit, stiff in some places and still tacky in others.
Tyler woke up first that morning, his thick cock still buried deep inside Jack’s warm, cum-filled ass. He groaned softly, gave one lazy thrust, then slowly slid out. A thick glob of his overnight load followed, oozing from Jack’s puffy pink hole and dripping onto the ruined sheets.
Jack turned over with a sleepy, sweet smile, big blue puppy-dog eyes blinking open. “Morning...” he whispered, and pulled Tyler into a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues slid together, slow and hungry, tasting the remnants of last night while their hard cocks rubbed between their bodies.
Jack’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. He broke the kiss just long enough to glance at the screen.
“It’s Brock,” he said softly.
Tyler smirked, kissed Jack one more time, then rolled out of bed. Thick ropes of cum immediately started dripping down the inside of his thighs as he padded naked toward the showers. “Tell him I said hi,” he called over his shoulder, ass still shiny and leaking.
Jack answered with that innocent little lilt in his voice. “Hey, Brock.”
The big senior’s deep voice rumbled through the speaker. “Hey, cutie. Got a home game this weekend. You should come. Alone. I’ve got a special treat for you after—something the rest of the team’s gonna love watching.” He chuckled low and dirty. “Think you can handle it?”
Jack’s enormous cock twitched against his belly. “I’d love that,” he said sweetly. “See you there.”
Jack and Tyler headed to class like any other day. Jack’s Human Sexuality lecture was late in the afternoon. He showed up in his favorite outfit for days like this: a loose white tank top with completely open sides that left his smooth armpits, tender pink nipples, and hairless chest fully on display. Below that he wore skin-tight black bicycle shorts that clung obscenely to the thick outline of his dick and heavy balls. Simple flip-flops on his pretty feet completed the look.
After class, while the other students filed out, Jack lingered at the front of the lecture hall, pretending to study his notes.
Professor Davies was exactly what the course promised: a huge, burly middle-aged man in fantastic shape—broad shoulders, thick chest straining his button-down, powerful arms, and a gregarious, booming laugh that filled the room. He looked like he practiced every technique he taught.
“Something I can help you with, Jack?” Professor Davies asked, voice warm and friendly as he stacked his papers.
Jack looked up with those big blue puppy-dog eyes, biting his lower lip shyly. “I’m ... having a little trouble understanding some of the lecture, Professor. Especially the part about intergenerational attraction. Is it really okay for a teenager to ... you know ... be with a man old enough to be his father? Like, physically? Emotionally?”
The questions grew more pointed, more explicit. Jack leaned forward on the desk, the open sides of his tank top gaping wider, exposing the soft pink buds of his nipples and the smooth hollows of his armpits. His clingy bicycle shorts left nothing to the imagination—the heavy bulge of his cock and balls clearly outlined, the fabric already starting to darken with a tiny wet spot.
Professor Davies’s eyes kept drifting. He tried to stay professional, but his gaze lingered on Jack’s tender nipples, the hairless chest, the smooth pits, the prominent bulge, and especially those creamy white thighs and shapely calves that ended in beautiful, exposed feet in the flip-flops.
Jack knew exactly what he was doing. He adjusted his bulge casually with one hand, then lifted both arms to stretch, giving the professor a full view of his smooth, faintly musky pits. Finally he slipped his right foot out of the flip-flop, letting the warm, musky scent of his sweaty sole waft upward.
“Professor?” Jack asked sweetly, voice soft and innocent. “I was wondering if I could get some extra credit. I’ll do ... whatever you ask.”
Professor Davies stammered, face flushing. “Jack, I— that’s not really—”
Jack didn’t wait. He stepped around the desk, reached out, and boldly grabbed the front of the older man’s slacks, feeling the massive, thickening cock beneath.
The professor’s resistance crumbled in seconds.
What followed was filthy, passionate, and intensely erotic—right there in the empty lecture hall with the door unlocked and the blinds only half-drawn, letting thin strips of afternoon sunlight cut across the room. Professor Davies, true to his subject, treated the moment like an advanced demonstration in Human Sexuality.
He grabbed Jack by the hips and spun the boy around, bending him over the front lecture desk. With a low growl, the burly professor yanked those tight bicycle shorts down just enough to expose Jack’s perfect, milky-white little hand-sized ass. The clingy fabric caught around the boy’s smooth thighs, framing the smooth, hairless cheeks beautifully.
“Lesson one,” Professor Davies rumbled, his deep voice thick with lust, “proper rimming technique.”
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