After his walk across campus, back in his room, Tanner was a mess. He removed his smelly, beer-stained suit and pulled on a pair of flannel pants. He crawled into his bed and started to think about Zoë. Shutting his eyes, he remembered her sweet innocence the first time she’d blown him. It was like tonight, only with far better results. She’d dropped to her knees and he’d wrapped her long hair in one hand while he balanced himself with the other hand against the top of his desk chair. He remembered the feel of her silky tresses and her soft lips. He’d cried out in bliss and blown his load down her throat before she’d even gotten going.
Tanner’s hand crept into his pants and he began to stroke his erection. Feeling constricted, he stopped, pushed away the blankets, undid his drawstring and shoved his pants down for better access. Spitting into his palm, he grabbed himself again, envisioning Zoë’s mouth and her perfect tits. With closed eyes and a hand that was sliding up and down ferociously, Tanner was enjoying his fantasy to the hilt when his roommate Eli opened the door. Eli took two steps into the room, quickly shut the door, and gave Tanner a lascivious grin.
“Want some help with that?” he asked with a nod of his head toward Tanner’s crotch.
Expecting a frustrating de-bone number two in one night, Tanner was dumbfounded to realize he was even harder than before. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish. The only sound that finally came out was a croak.
Tanner’s roommate, Elison Whittaker, was a legacy Princetonian. His father, grandfather, and great grandfather had all attended the university, and there was never a doubt about whether Eli would get in—not that he wasn’t qualified. He was from a prominent New York family that had billions and used them to further their agendas by constantly throwing money at politicians and the media. Eli was tall with black hair and stunning hazel eyes. He was so handsome he was nearly beautiful in a male model kind of way. He also loved to walk around the room with barely any clothes on as often as he could.
It had never bothered Tanner, who really liked the guy from the first day they’d arrived on campus. But Eli’s question flabbergasted him. His own reaction to Eli shocked Tanner even more.
Eli’s personality was so magnetic, men and women were drawn to him like hummingbirds to nectar. Suddenly, Tanner realized that Eli had been flirting with him all along, and he’d just chalked it up to friendliness and a dislike of clothing in a room that tended toward stuffy in the early fall. The historic old dorm was not air-conditioned, so a lack of clothing had seemed somewhat normal. But now that the temperatures were dropping, Eli still hadn’t worn a lot.
Tanner remembered cutting short his dates a few times to hang with Eli, and now understood he’d been affected by Eli subconsciously from the very beginning.
With his mouth still hanging open, and his dick still doing its flagpole impression, Tanner watched as Eli sat down carefully next to him on the bed.
Staring straight into Tanner’s eyes, Eli asked softly, “Ever done it with a guy?”
Tanner still just stared and shook his head. His dick was so hard by now, it hurt.
“May I?” asked Eli as he covered Tanner’s hand with his own. “You might be surprised at how great it is when someone with the same equipment does it for you.” With his other hand, he gently pulled Tanner’s hand off. “Say yes, Tanner, and I’ll rock your world.” He stroked up and down Tanner’s shaft as Tanner tore his eyes away to watch the big male hand stroking his dick. He couldn’t deny it felt wonderful. “You’re so beautiful, Tanner. I’ve been dying to do this for weeks now. Say yes, please.”
Tanner closed his eyes, felt the pressure building and building in his balls, and croaked out, “Yes. Do it!” He didn’t know what had come over him, but for some reason it felt more than right. And then his eyes flew open again as he felt a hot, wet mouth engulfing him all the way to his sac. “Ohmygod, Eli!”
Eli shoved Tanner’s pants down past his knees and then slid his hand up Tanner’s thigh. Swirling his tongue around the hard shaft, Eli stroked Tanner’s skin gently and slid his hand between Tanner’s legs. He reached up, stroking Tanner’s balls gently and then slid his long fingers behind Tanner’s scrotum, seeking out his asshole. The entire time, Eli’s mouth kept up an intense suction, sliding up and down as his free hand firmly grasped the base of Tanner’s erection.
Tanner was beside himself. He’d never in a million years have pictured himself with his dick in some dude’s mouth, but it felt amazing. He involuntarily jutted his hips up, seeking more pressure. When he did, he felt strong fingers massaging his ass. This new experience was too much. He succumbed to the tremendous pleasure and cried out in a strangled croak, “Coming!”
Eli chuckled and sucked even harder. He increased the pressure of his fingertips and swallowed as Tanner shook and shuddered, groaning with release. He sucked and sucked until Tanner had no more to give, and then he shocked Tanner one more time.
Eli’s mouth released Tanner’s cock but he kept his fingers in place, still stroking him. Then he kissed the daylights out of Tanner.
Tanner could taste the salty cum on Eli’s tongue and discovered… he liked it. The feel of Eli’s rough cheeks against his was a totally new sensation that Tanner immediately enjoyed. He also liked it when Eli stood and pulled off all of his clothes, leaving them in a heap, and climbed back onto the bed, pulling Tanner into his arms. Tanner pulled back for a moment, kicked off his pants the rest of the way and pulled the blanket over them, snuggling back into Eli’s embrace.
In the middle of the night, Tanner awoke to the weird sensation of a long, muscular, hairy leg sandwiched between his own two legs. At first it startled him, but then he realized he liked it. It felt strange to be in bed with no pajamas on, but the skin-to-skin contact was comforting and pleasant. The next time he woke up, the hairy leg was gone, and the person it was attached to was snoring lightly across the room. Dorm room beds weren’t exactly built for two men their size. Tanner grumbled, pulled on his pajama bottoms, headed for the bathroom to take a leak, and looked at himself in the mirror. “What does this mean about you?” he asked his reflection. His refection had no answer but looked content, so he went back to bed.
At ten the next morning, he woke up a third time when a hot, warm mouth landed on his. Apparently, whatever happened last night didn’t need to be over. Tanner was stunned at how happy that made him.
When the kiss ended, Tanner asked, “Don’t you have a girlfriend back home?”
Eli shrugged nonchalantly and answered, “I got a Dear John text from her two weeks ago. No great loss. She was sort of for show anyway.”
Tanner furrowed his brow. “Why do you need someone for show? What’s the big deal if you’re gay?”
“Family obligations and expectations. They’ll come around,” Eli sighed. “Or not. And I’m bi anyway. I sometimes prefer men, and I’m incredibly attracted to you, Tan.”
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