The Roommate

Part 1 : Before Tyler

Where do I commence when it comes to President Tyler Grayson ? Before I met him would be a good start.

Coming out of high up school I was socially awkward, that has not changed much, but nevertheless out of richly schooling I didn't really have a go at it what college would entail. I've heard all the stories about"go out every night, get sot, and bang girls"from countless movies and to be completely honest, all those three things didn't appeal to me in the slightest. I am a lonely gay guy that has no stake in drinking or anything else that inhibits me. The exact opposite of what those stories have in intellect. So going in, it was going to be an interestingness experience to see how real college was like.

So the summer moved on and I didn't really bother trying to get money. I just laid back knowing that starting in the fall, I would be past the hell of high schooling and into the hell of college. perdition to infernal region, Fun times. Eventually it came fourth dimension when I would find oneself out what residence hall I was in and more importantly who my roomy would be.

Myles Stephan Richard Wagner, Dorm : Herman, Room : 471, roomy : Shawn Michael Harper, earpiece act : , electronic mail : SMHHarper @ ( email ) .com

I was rapturous when I saw Woodrow Charles Herman dorm. That was exactly the hall I wanted to get into. I was a bit disappointed when I saw that Shawn had not put his earphone number in the system but I still shot him an e-mail giving the"Hey ! I'm your roommate for the approaching year. How are you ?"to him.

No response. I emailed again. No response. I emailed a third prison term. No response.

I looked on facebook for a Shawn Harper and all I found was the ex-NFL role player and nothing about a freshman drift into my college. I did find an average bod, tall, skinny white kid with yearn hair named Michael Harper which could've been him but I didn't know for sure.

Eventually move-in day came and me, my dad, and my baby left my sign of the zodiac and ram the hour and a half it takes to get to campus. I drove my white car, my dad in his Silver Minivan, and my sister in her low red car. A smooth effort overall, listened to a bit of Shawn Mendes and a few other artists on the way. Eventually we arrived at the brick menage that we owned in my college town.

My babe had gone to schooling here for her 4 yr point and my dad bought a house for her to be in once I had decided to go there. It was unintentional brilliance that when my sister left college I would be walking into it. Of course, the big subject was that neophyte have to endure in the dorm so it came to pass that later I would be walking into the Herman dorm Building asking for my elbow room key.

Eventually I got my roomkey and I went up two flight of stairs of stairs to get to my room. My room is on the fourth floor, but the lobby is on the second. I went down the left hallway and the minute door on the left read 471. On the room access were two slight risible book explosion pictures with"Myles Wilhelm Richard Wagner"and"Shawn harper"written on them. I knocked on the room access, thinking maybe Shawn was inside. No response. A uncouth theme I had associated with Shawn at this point. After about 10 indorsement, I put the key in the lock and turned it. The key easily opened the ringlet and the handle turned.

I walked into my dorm room. I was first. My baby quickly walked in and placed material on the bed on the left hand and I just rolled with it. I mean, is the ameliorate side because the door opened to the right side of the room so less hazard to be embarrassed. Eventually we had everything from the car into the room, nothing set up all the way but at least it was all in there. My roommate had still not showed up.

Eventually we left to go grab food from a topical anesthetic mexican restaurant and on the way out I saw a guy who looked just like the guy named Michael Harper that I saw on Facebook. Instead of being sensible and asking him what his figure was, I just passed by him and went down the stairs. I didn't really say much to my family about seeing him, and didn't pay very much attention to it. We would get everything figured out on our own clip. So after eating, I told my dad and sis to leave me at the dorm so that I could get a bit accustomed.

walk in the building for the inaugural time by myself was Weird, but then I entered my dorm room. zilch was on the early bed. nothing was on the desk. Nothing was in the console. Nobody had been in this room besides me two hours ago. Weirded out, I just laid on my bed and watched YouTube for a small bit. I was very broken about where Shawn/Michael was because I could've sworn I saw him earlier.

Shawn Michael Harper never came to the dormroom. He never responded to my emails. He wasn't on the school email list. He had dropped out before he even started, and that meant that I had a dorm room to myself. Now this, I did not expect.

So school went on and I quickly adapted to dorm room life. I would hear all these news report about people getting into tiff with their roommate and sometimes I would crow about not having to parcel out with one. Honestly, I was kinda living the lifetime, well as much as you can live the living being a neophyte in college.

In terms of my sexuality, I've known I was gay since 8th grade, but I am still to this day a closeted mortal. I didn't really want to deal with the drama of coming out, at the same time I did want to have sex, but not coming out takes antecedence. I knew if I had a roomie, I would have come out to him eventually and to be completely honest, I had fantasies about what me and Ted Shawn would have done in that dorm way. But as Ted Shawn didn't want to add up to schooltime, I did what I pleased in that dorm room.

Yes, I masturbated at to the lowest degree three prison term a day in that room.

My first semester was a very quiet experience overall, and being a freshman meant that the food court was a common outing. But sometimes, I wanted to get fast food for thought because I really wasn't feeling the commons that day.

function 2 : number 1 Contact

One day, I was feeling like going out to get some fast food. I had quickly determined that I wanted some lily-livered sandwiches from Warren Burger queen so I left my room, went down my hallway and down the reverse way from my hall. Eventually I was met by the door to the stairway I had traversed a multitude of times during that semester. The stairway was little a rectangle of concrete bulwark that had a spiral staircase in the eye. As I was on the fourth flooring I had to go down three flights to get to the hindquarters floor and to the parking lot.

I eventually got to my car and take across town to Burger mogul. I ordered my food, paid honestly way too very much money, and left Burger mogul heading back to the dormitory. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a black motortruck pulling into the lot at the same meter. I didn't pay it lots attention. I eventually found a dapple in the lot ( amazing for around 6 p.m. ) and got out my car and headed back to the threshold that led into the stairway. I eventually made it to the door, used my key fob to unlock it, and went inside. Before the threshold closed though I heard a person call out.

"detainment the Door !"the guy said in a slim panic.

I held the door, not being a meanspirited soul, and let him in the room access. The guy seemed cute. culture medium length pilus, around six infantry, average physique, all in all a nice body.

"Thanks"he said to me.

"No problem"I said back.

I started walking up the stairs and he followed me. I had no musical theme where he was heading, I had never seen the guy before. On the way up he started talking again.

"What you got there ? Some Micky D's ?"the guy said to me. It seemed like he was just trying to make everyday conversation.

"Nah, hamburger King"I said back.

"Ah assuredness, aplomb"he said.

Eventually, we both got to the 4th flooring and we kept on walking down the hallway. We also both turned the box. We literally lived in the same hallway. As I stopped by my door I watched as he walked down the hallway stopped at a door opened it and went in. I don't know if he saw me watching him, but I just went in my own elbow room and ate food for thought. I also may of masturbated to a mental capacity range of him but that's besides the point. I quickly realized that I had no musical theme what his name was and therefore I couldn't even check his social media.

I don't know what it is about me but in my life, the precious boys had always not had a social spiritualist presence. It is a very annoying piece of being attracted to them. The only affair risky than that is not even knowing the cute guys gens. A couple days later I went down the hallway and did some looking at names on door, of course on the door to the room he lived in, the names had been taken down. Just my freaking chance. I could've looked at the e-mail the R.A. sent us but looking through 60 epithet didn't feel worth it.

On my flooring, there was only one R.A.. Set. Big boned, big republican, I'm not a big fan. He lived in the the right way side hallway, commencement doorway on the rightfield. In my dorm we had a pod bathroom system where 6 rooms share a bathroom. We also have a no-alcohol insurance on campus. It's amazing which bathroom had the most alcoholic potable found in the garbage. The R.A. would write electronic mail after email saying that he found Thomas More alcohol in his pod's bathroom and it really was a one person causes everyone to be in trouble scenario. Eventually it got to the point when Seth didn't think that he couldn't control the entire floor by himself.

This is my bragging condescension with him.

Classes had just resumed after our winter break, I still had a room to myself. Everything was going great. Then the email came.

From : St. Matthew May

To : John Tyler Grayson, Myles Wagner, etc.

Subject : elbow room consolidation

hello !

contribution of Dorm Protocol is to consolidate rooms to two people per room. As being part of the recipients of this email you have been placed in a solo room and will be moved to give two per room.

Thanks,

Matthew May, Director of Woody Herman dorm

My first reaction to this email was obvious. What the fuck. I have been alone in my dorm room for over a semester now and it has gone just swimmingly, and because they want to economise some money, they want me to have a stupid fucking roommate. I would be lying if I said I wasn't pissed. Then I looked in the email's recipient. Who the fuck is Tyler Grayson ?

A Facebook search later returned a result that I was not expecting. sanctum Shit. It's the guy from the staircase.

portion 3 : Each other

I masturbated that Night. No disgrace. I was about to be sharing a room with a cute guy that fit most of the category for being ideal for me.

Then it dawned on me. Shit. I'm going to be sharing a elbow room with a cute guy that fit most of the categories for being nonsuch for me. This can only go badly.

Two calendar week after the email was sent, another came in saying that we had to be moved in with the roomy within a calendar week. 30 minutes later I had an email from John Tyler in my inbox.

From : Tyler Grayson

To : Myles Wagner

Subject : Moving

Hey Myles,

Im Tyler. I 'm the former kid on our story with no roommate. I was just wondering if you had decided what you wanted to do with room moving. If you were wanting to stay on this floor or if you had somewhere else in mind in the way of moving to another trading floor. Just let me know when you get the hazard.

Thanks,

John Tyler



I responded back.

Hey Tyler,

I was planning to quell on this floor, so if you are staying as well, Either you have to move to my room or I have to go to yours. I 'm open to either honestly.

Thanks,

Myles



The emails continued and they slowly got less and less pro. Eventually he told me that he lived down the entrance hall, where I knew he lived. It was time to pay him a visit. I walked down the hallway until I reached the threshold that correlated with the email. I knocked and sure as shooting enough Tyler answered. I entered the room.



"So how is this going to make for ?"I said to him."The e-mail said that we need to be moved in within a week."

"Yeah, it sucks doesn't it"he said with a small chortle."Anyways… as you can see I have a couch and everything else, I don't really want to move it"

"It's alright. It's fine. I can move into this room, I definitely have less stuff and nonsense than you"I said back.

I looked at him, his intermediate physique just at the right floor. Not fat but not buff either. Just a typical 19 yr old boy. The decently long brown hair with small bash almost reaching his eye. The heart introducing me to an absolutely gorgeous face. I economic value faces in term of purity, at this glance, Tyler looked sinless as fuck.

I eventually left his elbow room and when I got back to my room, I masturbated again. Then three days later, I got my new set of keys.

Moving was an absolute job because it was only me and Tyler doing all the lifting. Of all things though the biggest hurting in the ass was lowering the bed from the top function of the lofted beds back down to the floor. It literally took us 20 minutes because the schooling bought very cheap seam for the dorm. The only silver liner was that I did get to see Tyler sweating which was attractive. I am lucky I don't spring random boners to the slightest sexual matter, very lucky.

Eventually though I was moved in to Tyler's room. In fact, when given the selection to log Z's in my old room or the new elbow room, I chose to sleep in the new room. Me and President Tyler didn't talk much the first few Night. New roommate anxiety and all that shucks, but eventually we got talking.

Tyler and Me had completely dissimilar highschool school day experiences. I went to a decently large gamy school day of 1200 pupil ( 250 per graduating class ), Tyler went to a school day where his graduating class with 27. I did music and theatre in high school, President Tyler did sports in high school. Tyler had a girl from senior high school schoolhouse, I didn't really say much in response to that. I told him about my home base life. About how my mom had died of cancer during my third-year year of high school and that my sister came out as gay to my dad literally two calendar month later.

I don't know if he was joking or not, but he then asked me for the first time if I was gay. Of course, I said I wasn't and then brushed that role of the conversation to the side. I was not coming out to him… at least not yet. Every so often we would get into deep talk of the town about smart set or political sympathies, he was a Democrat so he had that going for the both of us, but usually we would just talk about our own past times. Then I saw an ad for a picture on YouTube. The movie was a feature film featuring the chronicle of a gay person. Something that really interested me. Obviously Tyler was less enthused. Of path a couple days later I saw the leger in WalMart and bought it. I had no melodic theme how mighty buying a book could be.

The next day he noticed me reading the book and he asked me what the al-Qur'an was about. I told him point blank it was about a gay guy coming out. That's when he asked me again.

"sheik, be dangerous with me. Are you gay ?"He said to me. He wasn't joking.

"Yes"I said back.

Down the cony cakehole I went.



component part 4 :"Interesting"dialogue

A dorm building is an interesting place to live. During the few month I lived in the same room as John Tyler we talked about many things. A lot of football game, a lot of old stories from schooling and for some reason we talked about sex… a lot. Tyler is definitely true, there is no doubt about that. Literally half the things I would said that revolve around gay stuff and nonsense would make him want to exchange the subject because he didn't flavour well-off. One day we were talking about stuff and I said something that made him mad.

"Go suck a dick"he said. It's a common phrase that a guy says to another when they are annoyed. Usually the somebody that it is directed to just shove it off, but of course I am not convention. After the quartern clock time he said it, I had an idea. I was prepare to make him feel awkward as fuck.

"Please"I said back.

Tyler looked up surprised and bedevil. He stared at me with a"what did you just say"face before he put it together. He waited a unspoilt ten second base before he spoke again.

"Now I just find weird"He said to me. He then climbed up to his bed and put his earpiece in his ear. Conversation over.

That was just the tip of the iceberg though, we had many to a greater extent talks that only a straight guy and a gay guy could deliver. It is amazing how much our stand on things differ.

One day I got a snap fastener on Snapchat from President Tyler, the picture was of a whiteness fluid on the wall of the communal shower. It was obviously semen. This happened in middle February and we were still talking about it in the midst of April. It wasn't even cleaned up for about two months. There was also the meter where Tyler was in the exhibitor and he heard a groan from one of the stalls, he didn't tell me this until the side by side morning when I told him I thought I saw cum on the floor of the toilet sales booth. We never confirmed who the shower jacker was, but the odds were on the weird guy across the Hall from us. Our soubriquet for him was Druggy because we were pretty sure he did some kind of illegal drug. Probably cocaine or something.

Our corridor had some interesting the great unwashed, but the most important in our conversations were the aforesaid Druggy and the guy next door Jacob. Now Jacob was a cool down as a cucumber kinda guy, but he was super feminine. We never really speak much, although Tyler would always joke that when he was gone Jacob would derive over and we would love. That was not the font obviously, but it became a recurring joke in Tyler's repertoire. The roommate of Druggy and Francois Jacob were actually passably nerveless people that I had actually grown to be intimate via music stuff but I never caught on with the actual two.

One of my favorite memories was when me and Tyler made an intact cast for the movie"The Shower seaman"and casted all the people in our area. I was Kevin Epistle of James, John the Evangelist was Kanye West, Druggy was Sir Richard Owen Wilson. It was a good time. We would sometimes talk late into the nighttime, one time even going as late as 2 a.m. when we both had social class early in the dawn.

Another side of our convos was about my side habit of writing fanfiction. I kinda dug myself into a hole until Tyler told me to tell him everything that I had written, but he felt like if he looked it up he would've had to burn off his phone, so I only gave him the outlines.

It was early on Apr when one of the singular parts of our lecture came into place. Tyler had a few friends on his floor and one of them happened to be roomy with a very openly gay guy named Fred. Apparently John Tyler's booster walked in on them snuggling in bed. John Tyler's acquaintance left soon after and when he came back later, he found them both in the bed asleep. Fred had his shirt off. The next dayspring he confessed that they had had some fun.

I don't know why the shtup Tyler's friend would tell him that, but it happened and then he decided to tell me. Why ? I don't know. I mean we had talked about a lot but he gave me more item than I would've expected. All I can say is that the openly gay guy's roommate is a fuck dick. That's not even the end of the story though.

Literally the next day I left the hall to snaffle food for thought as normal and then walked through the endorse stairway to get back to the fourth flooring. The solitary affair was that when I got to the door, Fred was there walking towards the steps in the heart of the dormitory. The Lapplander direction I was going to be going. I knew it was him but I didn't really think more than of it than it was kinda funny.

On every floor of the dorm there is a world-wide study area with a few Edward White boards for people to go in and try to actually study for their psychometric test in a timely manner instead of cram the day before like I do. Tyler just so happened to be in there that day when I end up walking right behind Fred in pull in view of him. It must of looked like the most sketchy matter in the nookie universe.

I looked at him and he shifted his eyes from Fred to me a couple prison term. I don't know why I did, but Instead of doing something to say I'm inexperienced person, I just shook my head in a yes apparent movement. I was trying to say"Yes that's him"but it almost came off like I was saying"I just did him"which was definitely not the case. Quickly after I returned to my dorm room I texted him saying that"That Probably looked tops cartoon"

"Yes… Yes it did"he replied back.

We talked about it that Nox and we were up until around 1 a.m..

Part 5 : The Non-starter newcomer

It was getting near the end of the semester and I had told John Tyler basically everything about me. Tyler has told me tid bits here and there including that he has a gay full cousin who always has his boyfriend cum inside him. That was an interesting conversation. That was the most concern of the gay themed write up he told me. Overall, since he wasn't homosexually inclined he didn't pay often attention to it.

Tyler had by now been dating his lady friend for at least 3 years ( I didn't chink the exact date ) and they seemed to be going strong as ever. She doesn't go to my college instead going to the big section I schoolhouse in the expanse. I would very often walk into the dormroom seeing Tyler on his phone facetiming her. It also happens that she is the first and to my knowledge only person Tyler outed me to without my permission, so that was annoying. I got over it though.

During the heart of April, John Tyler had made a date with her to celebrate their day of remembrance of being together. He told me like a hebdomad prior that he wouldn't be around, as if I would really give care, and sure enough on that Wednesday he wasn't anywhere near my college town. I saw on his Snapchat story that they were chilling at his firm with a nice steak dinner. I'm not the freehanded snoop when it comes to human relationship as it doesn't interest me to a vast degree, but I never mind seeing two people that are happy. I assumed it all went well and to my knowledge it had.

Later that night I did my usual subroutine, get in bed and masturbate. I don't know why but I don't masturbate by the stock jack-off. Instead, while wearing underclothing and shorts/pants, force my fingers the head of my penis through the clothing. I'm sure it made the nerves not as antiphonal but it is way more concealable and more importantly to me, way Sir Thomas More cleansing agent as when I came it would go right into the underclothing. The only bad theatrical role about that is that if I was wearing bright colored short or pants there would be a cum stain, but I usually just put on another twosome of shorts before I went out to fix that issue.

It was about 8 p.m. or so when I heard a knock on the threshold. I assumed it was Tyler and I was right when I saw him open the door. I had just masturbated and I was a bit sweaty because of it but I had my covering fire over me so the stain was invisible. Although something I did not anticipate happened. Behind him walked in his girlfriend and that took me completely off guard. I was not warned even slightly and now I looked like a sweaty fix in my bed. Not the most nonsuch situation for first impressions. Soon enough though she left and it was just me and President Tyler in the room like formula. I did press out my choler that his girl came in without warning but it didn't seem like he really cared about it.

Tyler seemed like his normal self except for a little pang of something not being perfect.

"So when you eventually, you know, have sex. will you… uh"Tyler said to me.

"Top or Bottom ?"I said back to him. He nodded at me"yes"but had a weird look on his cheek."I'm honestly unfastened to anything, my dreaming is to be mortal's first ass that they fuck. That would be amazing ''

Then something I didn't expect to come out of his mouth was said.

"I asked her about… you know… sex."He said almost getting a glob in his pharynx."She literally slapped me in the brass"

I didn't know what to say back.

"At least you attempted, I wouldn't endeavor something like that if I was in your shoes, I would be too scared of what happened to you well… happening"I said back to him with a minor smile. I tacked on a small laugh to try to get the matter over with. Tyler kept going.

"I just wanted her to draw me or something you know. I mean, we are both over 18, we have been dating for age, I think it's acceptable by now"He said to me.

"You do have a bible in your closet"I said to him with a slight mite of smugliness.

"We're fucking teenagers, waiting until marriage is the lastly generation thing, not us"he said back starting to go Thomas More and Sir Thomas More exasperated.

"clotheshorse chill"I said back to him with another small laugh afterwards. I really wanted this conversation over with. Pronto.

He seemed to tranquillise down a small and we didn't talk for a good 20 minutes afterwards. We had both gone back to doing whatever, in my cause watching some youtube videos. Then he spoke again. The conversation continued.

"So let me get this straightaway, you would let a guy stick a dick in your ass ?"President Tyler said to me. I could tell he didn't really know where this was heading either.

"Yeah, I'd be will to try"I said to him."It will probably smart like absolute hell but I'd try it"

"Aren't you worried about Doctor of Sacred Theology ?"He said to me.

"Have you heard of condom ?"I said back to him in a warm rebuttal.

"That's honest I guess"He said to me.

"But if I trust a guy he doesn't have to be covered, only if I don't trust him"I said back to him.

"So you would let a guy cum inside of you. Great, now that picture is stuck in my mind"Tyler said.

"Enjoy it"I said laughing as if I didn't just cringe myself to the breaking percentage point of death.

Once again it was at least a near thirty minutes before we spoke again. It was starting to get late, about 11 at night.

"I really just compliments she would of sucked me or something, I can't believe I got fucking blue sky balled this evening"Tyler said to me, looking straight into my eyes.

"What is with you and all this sex talk of the town tonight ? This is More than usual"I finally say to him about a arcminute later.

"I don't know, I guess in a way I'm green-eyed of your free-and-easy stance on sex. You just act like you will get hold of it when it presents itself and are not waiting to pork mortal the first chance you get. Or I guess based on our conversation earlier, get porked"Tyler said to me. Still staring at me.

"Oh trust me, If somebody wanted to make sex with me and I found them even relatively attractive, I may say yes."I said back to Tyler."I just know that I'm not even come together to attractive so I doubt many people are even slightly worry. I just accept it and make a motion on to the adjacent day knowing I still have a hand"

"swell, that's gross"

"We both know we have said way defective stuff and nonsense"

"I guess that is truthful"Tyler said back to me. His center have never left my face and as I would await around, it didn't deter anything. This was fucking weird. I finally had to convey it up.

"clotheshorse, why the fuck are you staring at me ?"I said to John Tyler, what I saw next was almost definitely the most shocking thing I had ever seen. I saw Tyler labour his book binding off his body to render that he was wearing cypher under them. He had a wife-beater on his torso and that was it. Nothing below the wasteland. It was even more apparent when he jumped down from his bed.

I have seen a few gumshoe in my time, but none of the put up ones had been in individual, only on the internet. John Tyler's was in that stage between hard and flacid, but it was still pretty sizable. It fit his body, not being too big or too small that it looked weird. The emotion on his brass was of confused guilt.

"Dude… what the fuck"I said to him. He quickly used his hired man to cover his dick.

"I don't know what I'm doing man. I feel so screw stupid rightfield now"John Tyler said to me, starting to cry. All of a sudden he fell over onto the dry land. I immediately got over to him to try to help him up. That was a stupid move. I was about to have something I never thought would take place to me.

Chapter 6 : Bye Bye Virginity

Tyler put his hand up as if he was going to let me help him get up. Instead he pulled on me and with me not being ready for it, I came crashing down beside him.

"Myles"He said to me, his voice a bit raspy."Do you want to have sex with me ?"

This was beyond chartless dominion for me. I was basically a sinking ship waiting to fall out. I didn't know how to answer. If I said"No"would he outrage me ? If I said"Yes"would it be pleasurable ? If I got up and ran to a Residential Assistant saying my roomy was trying to rape me would he spread out everything I told him ? There was no good answer to this question, so I chose the safest solvent. The safest response because all the reply were bad answers.

"Yes"I said back to Tyler. His eyes lit up like a flame had been ignited behind them. When I looked back to his dick I could see it was now fully erect. It was obvious that he was ready to go.

Tyler's putz was about 6.5 in give or take, thankfully it was cut because I wasn't that big a fan of prepuce. President Tyler took a clutches of my deal and guided it down to his member. I grabbed it with the Sami treat I hold my own and just started jacking him. It felt so weird touching another person's cock. I had done my mediocre share of jacking off over meter along with my convention onanism use, but feeling another dick was just purely exhilarating, Of course I would've rather done it in a more consensual arrangement, but it was still an experience.

It was obvious to both of us that I wasn't going to get away with just giving him a handjob and soon enough his hands moved to my principal pushing me towards his dick. I had always wondered what it would be like to suck a prick. How it would be to see a guy's renal pelvis moving back and forth from my expression right in front line of my optic as he gains pleasure from the warm confines of my mouth. Above his cock was a decent sum of brown pubic hair and within the first couple of multiplication I was taking his pecker into my backtalk I was already being forced to deepthroat him via Tyler placing his hands on my head forcing me down farther. Throughout all of this I had stayed mainly quieten not wanting to gain attention and Tyler did too but with the periodic grunt and moan. It would go from me having small command to me having no control when Tyler told me to get up and get tightlipped to the paries. I sat down and let him straddle my grimace with my school principal against the paries. This was followed with an vivid look fucking session which ended with me almost puking. Some of his jabbing would go straight to the back of the mouth and some would hit my hind teeth. He didn't seem to like and I couldn't do anything to hold on that piece if I wanted to. Eventually he pulled out because he was starting to get close.

"halt down Myles"he said as he got up and stretched his body. He then looked down at me."You realize that we don't have any lube or condoms aright Myles ?"

It wasn't long before he had me rolled over on my knees with my ass up in the air. At least he was able-bodied to grab some of his shampoo from his shower caddy so we would have some kind of lubricating substance, but it was obviously not ideal. He smeared some on his finger and then ran it up and down my hole. Eventually he started poking around until he found the scratch and stick his fingerbreadth deep as it could go into my hole. It hurt like absolute hell. I had fingered myself only a few times before and the last prison term was a spell ago so my ass was very miserly. Tyler quickly added a second and then the extra afflictive tertiary finger before finally pulling out his digit and moving closer to me.

I could palpate his phallus run against my ass. He tried pushing and missed the gull, on the minute try he pierced my insides making my senses of pain go close to overuse. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt, but a moment later it had already subsided by three quarters. It never didn't hurt but I could actually see why bottomland enjoyed being fucked. It was obvious why tops liked it based on the strait of moaning and joy that President Tyler was experiencing. I don't know how long I was there getting fucked, we only did Doggy-Style. Eventually though, it was evident that Tyler was getting close to cumming. His grunts were getting more frequent and overall he was getting faster in the pumping of his shaft into my ass. I could feel the sweat from his body dripping down onto my own and I could hear his lip right next to my ear trousering and moaning. This was how I was losing my virginity and region of me was not mad about it.

The mo of him cumming finally came. He started pounding faster than previously into me, and then all of a sudden went very slowly and let out a loud grunting moan. I couldn't feel anything unlike in my ass, just that there was still a dick inside of it. Then he pulled out, I definitely felt it then.

I couldn't see the liquid state coming out of my ass, but If I were to wee-wee a bet I would say it was White and goopy. I felt it splash out and then run down my second joint onto the dry land. Sorry person who has to make clean these storey after we leave. Tyler didn't say a Christian Bible, he just walked over to the door, checked it was locked, and climbed up on his bed. I wanted to clean myself but when I went near the door Tyler wouldn't let me.

"Go to bed"President Tyler said in an aggravated tone. I obeyed his orders. I got in my bed covered in sweat and cum, this was what I was. This was what it felt like to be a victim of a sexual assault that I didn't actually mind. I do love Tyler Grayson, did I want to be raped by him ? Not really, but I did want to bear sex with him. I can't get that out of my head. I wanted it and I got it, just not in the ripe of cases.

The next morning time I could narrate that President Tyler was shamed about the integral affair, but he didn't want to say anything about it. We never talked about it again. We never did anything again, we were just back to being normal roommates. A few hebdomad later we both left the dorm building for the summer, we would be going our separate elbow room only to see each former a few multiplication around campus. I never said anything about what happened to me to anybody. It was just between us and honestly, that's how it should stay .