The roomy

percentage 1 : Before John Tyler

Where do I begin when it comes to John Tyler Grayson ? Before I met him would be a in force start.

Coming out of heights school I was socially awkward, that has not changed much, but nevertheless out of gamy school I didn't really know what college would entail. I've heard all the stories about"go out every night, get inebriate, and bang girl"from unnumerable picture show and to be completely reliable, all those three affair didn't appeal to me in the slightest. I am a lonely gay guy that has no interest in drunkenness or anything else that inhibits me. The precise opponent of what those stories have in mind. So going in, it was going to be an pursuit 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 dusk, I would be past the hell of high up schooltime and into the hell of college. Inferno to Scheol, Fun fourth dimension. Eventually it came time when I would find out what dorm I was in and more importantly who my roommate would be.

Myles Stephan Richard Wagner, hall : Herman, elbow room : 471, roommate : Ted Shawn Michael harper, Phone number : , Email : SMHHarper @ ( email ) .com

I was ecstatic when I saw Herman dorm. That was exactly the Asaph Hall I wanted to get into. I was a bit foiled when I saw that Ted Shawn had not put his headphone routine in the system but I still shot him an email giving the"Hey ! I'm your roommate for the upcoming twelvemonth. How are you ?"to him.

No reaction. I emailed again. No response. I emailed a third fourth dimension. No response.

I looked on facebook for a Ted Shawn Harper and all I found was the ex-NFL player and zip about a first-year heading into my college. I did find an intermediate form, tall, boney white kid with long tomentum 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 house and force the hour and a half it takes to get to campus. I drove my white car, my dad in his silver Minivan, and my sis in her diminished red car. A smooth movement overall, listened to a bit of Shawn Mendes and a few other artists on the way. Eventually we arrived at the brick house that we owned in my college town.

My sister had gone to school here for her 4 yr arcdegree and my dad bought a house for her to live in once I had decided to go there. It was unplanned brilliance that when my sis left college I would be walking into it. Of row, the big issue was that Freshman have to live in the dorms so it came to pass that later I would be walking into the Herman residence hall edifice asking for my way key.

Eventually I got my roomkey and I went up two trajectory of stairs to get to my way. My elbow room is on the fourth story, but the lobby is on the second. I went down the left hallway and the mo door on the left read 471. On the door were two little comic Christian Bible explosion motion-picture show with"Myles Wilhelm Richard Wagner"and"Ted Shawn harper"written on them. I knocked on the door, thinking maybe Shawn was inside. No reply. A coarse idea I had associated with Shawn at this point. After about 10 mo, I put the key in the lock chamber and turned it. The key easily opened the lock chamber and the handle turned.

I walked into my dorm room. I was first. My sister quickly walked in and placed stuff on the bed on the leftfield and I just rolled with it. I mean, is the better incline because the door opened to the right side of the room so to a lesser extent chances to be embarrassed. Eventually we had everything from the car into the room, nothing set up all the way but at to the lowest degree it was all in there. My roommate had still not showed up.

Eventually we left to go grab food from a local 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 name was, I just passed by him and went down the steps. I didn't really say much to my family about seeing him, and didn't pay a great deal aid to it. We would get everything figured out on our own time. So after eating, I told my dad and sister to leave me at the dorm so that I could get a bit accustomed.

walking in the building for the first clip by myself was uncanny, but then I entered my dorm elbow room. Nothing was on the other bed. zip was on the desk. Nothing was in the cabinet. nobody had been in this elbow room besides me two minute ago. Weirded out, I just laid on my bed and watched YouTube for a little bit. I was very confused about where Shawn/Michael was because I could've sworn I saw him earlier.

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

So schooltime went on and I quickly adapted to dorm way life. I would hear all these news report about mass getting into fusses with their roommates and sometimes I would crow about not having to deal with one. Honestly, I was kinda living the life, well as practically as you can live the life being a freshman in college.

In terms of my gender, I've known I was gay since 8th degree, but I am still to this day a closeted person. I didn't really want to make do with the dramatic play of coming out, at the same fourth dimension I did require to take sex, but not coming out takes precedence. I knew if I had a roommate, I would have come out to him eventually and to be completely honest, I had fantasies about what me and Shawn would have done in that dorm room. But as Ted Shawn didn't want to come to schooling, I did what I pleased in that dorm room.

Yes, I masturbated at least three times a day in that room.

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

percentage 2 : First Contact

One day, I was feeling like going out to get some fast food. I had quickly determined that I wanted some chickenhearted sandwiches from Burger King so I left my room, went down my hallway and down the opposite way from my hallway. Eventually I was met by the door to the stairway I had traversed a the great unwashed of times during that semester. The stairway was little a rectangle of concrete walls that had a spiral staircase in the middle. As I was on the quarter floor I had to go down three flights to get to the merchant ship floor and to the parking lot.

I eventually got to my car and drove across town to Burger Billie Jean Moffitt King. I ordered my food, paid honestly way too much money, and left Burger baron heading back to the dorm. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a blackness motortruck pulling into the lot at the same meter. I didn't pay it a great deal aid. I eventually found a topographic point 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 doorway closed though I heard a mortal birdsong out.

"cargo hold the Door !"the guy said in a slight panic.

I held the door, not being a mean person, and let him in the doorway. The guy seemed cute. sensitive duration hairsbreadth, around six foot, middling chassis, all in all a nice body.

"Thanks"he said to me.

"No problem"I said back.

I started walking up the steps and he followed me. I had no idea 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 attain casual conversation.

"Nah, Burger King"I said back.

"Ah poise, Cool"he said.

Eventually, we both got to the quartern level and we kept on walking down the hallway. We also both turned the corner. We literally lived in the Same hallway. As I stopped by my room access 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 room and ate food. I also may of masturbated to a genius image of him but that's besides the point. I quickly realized that I had no idea what his figure 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 cutest boy had always not had a sociable culture medium presence. It is a very annoying part of being attracted to them. The but thing worse than that is not even knowing the cute guys name. A couple days later I went down the hall and did some looking at name on doors, of course on the room access to the way he lived in, the names had been taken down. Just my freaking luck. I could've looked at the emails the R.A. sent us but looking through 60 public figure didn't feel worth it.

On my storey, there was only one R.A.. Set. Big boned, big Republican River, I'm not a big fan. He lived in the decent side hallway, first doorway on the right. In my student residence we had a pod bathroom arrangement where 6 rooms share a privy. We also have a no-alcohol policy on campus. It's amazing which bathroom had the most boozer beverages found in the scraps. The R.A. would spell e-mail after email saying that he found more alcohol in his pod's bathroom and it really was a one person causes everyone to be in worry scenario. Eventually it got to the decimal point when Seth didn't think that he couldn't control the stallion floor by himself.

This is my braggy condescension with him.

Classes had just resumed after our wintertime open frame, I still had a elbow room to myself. Everything was going keen. Then the email came.

From : Matthew May

To : Tyler Grayson, Myles Wagner, etc.

Subject : elbow room Consolidation

Hello !

Part of dorm protocol is to consolidate rooms to two people per elbow room. As being part of the recipients of this email you have been placed in a solo room and will be moved to have two per room.

Thanks,

St. Matthew May, Director of Herman dorm

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

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

Part 3 : Each Other

I masturbated that night. No shame. I was about to be sharing a room with a cute guy that fit most of the categories for being ideal for me.

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

Two weeks after the email was sent, another came in saying that we had to be moved in with the roommate within a week. 30 hour later I had an email from President Tyler in my inbox.

From : Tyler Grayson

To : Myles Wilhelm Richard Wagner

Subject : Moving

Hey Myles,

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

Thanks,

Tyler



I responded back.

Hey Tyler,

I was planning to stay 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 loose to either honestly.

Thanks,

Myles



The electronic mail continued and they slowly got less and less pro. Eventually he told me that he lived down the Granville Stanley Hall, where I knew he lived. It was time to pay him a sojourn. I walked down the hallway until I reached the door that correlated with the email. I knocked and sure as shooting enough President Tyler answered. I entered the room.



"So how is this going to work ?"I said to him."The email said that we need to be moved in within a week."

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

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

I looked at him, his average physique just at the right layer. Not fat but not buff either. Just a typical 19 year old boy. The decently hanker brown hair with small bangs almost reaching his eyes. The centre introducing me to an absolutely gorgeous face. I note value faces in terms of whiteness, at this glance, Tyler looked innocent as fuck.

I eventually left his 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 chore because it was only me and Tyler doing all the lifting. Of all matter though the biggest pain in the ass was lowering the bed from the top part of the lofted beds back down to the floor. It literally took us 20 minutes because the school bought very tatty beds for the residence hall. The entirely silver lining was that I did get to see Tyler sweating which was attractive. I am golden I don't bound random boners to the slightest sexual affair, very lucky.

Eventually though I was moved in to Tyler's room. In fact, when given the option to log Z's in my old room or the new elbow room, I chose to sleep in the new way. Me and Tyler didn't talking much the initiatory few nights. New roommate anxiousness and all that shit, but eventually we got talking.

President Tyler and Me had completely different highschool shoal experiences. I went to a decently large high school of 1200 students ( 250 per graduating class ), Tyler went to a school where his graduating stratum with 27. I did music and theatre in high school, Tyler did sportswoman in senior high school schooltime. John Tyler had a lady friend from high school, I didn't really say much in reception to that. I told him about my home aliveness. About how my mom had died of cancer during my Jnr twelvemonth of senior high schooltime and that my sis 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-class honours degree sentence if I was gay. Of course, I said I wasn't and then brushed that part of the conversation to the side. I was not coming out to him… at least not yet. Every so often we would get into deeply talks about order or politics, he was a populist so he had that going for the both of us, but usually we would just talk about our own pasts. Then I saw an ad for a pic on YouTube. The movie was a feature cinema featuring the story of a gay person. Something that really interested me. Obviously Tyler was less enthused. Of line a couple Clarence Day later I saw the Holy Scripture in WalMart and bought it. I had no idea how powerful buying a Word could be.

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

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

"Yes"I said back.

Down the coney cakehole I went.



Part 4 :"Interesting"talks

A dorm building is an interesting place to live. During the few calendar month I lived in the Lapp room as Tyler we talked about many affair. A lot of football, a lot of old stories from school and for some intellect we talked about sex… a lot. John Tyler is definitely straight, there is no doubt about that. Literally half the affair I would said that revolve around gay stuff and nonsense would gain him want to deepen the subject because he didn't feel easy. 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 idiomatic expression that a guy says to another when they are annoyed. Usually the soul that it is directed to just shoves it off, but of form I am not normal. After the fourth fourth dimension he said it, I had an idea. I was ready to make water him feel awkward as fuck.

"Please"I said back.

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

"Now I just feel weird"He said to me. He then climbed up to his bed and put his headphones in his ears. Conversation over.

That was just the tip of the iceberg though, we had many Sir Thomas More talk that only a straight guy and a gay guy could have. It is amazing how much our standpoint on matter differ.

One day I got a snap on Snapchat from President Tyler, the picture was of a tweed fluid on the wall of the communal shower. It was obviously semen. This happened in eye february and we were still talking about it in the thick of April. It wasn't even cleaned up for about two months. There was also the clock time where Tyler was in the shower and he heard a groan from one of the stalls, he didn't tell me this until the next first light when I told him I thought I saw cum on the flooring of the sewer stalling. We never confirmed who the shower jacker was, but the odds were on the eldritch guy across the hall from us. Our nickname 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 people, but the most crucial in our conversations were the aforementioned Druggy and the guy next doorway Jacob. Now Jacob was a cool as a cucumber kinda guy, but he was super feminine. We never really babble much, although Tyler would always joke that when he was gone Jacob would total over and we would fuck. That was not the sheath obviously, but it became a recurring put-on in Tyler's repertoire. The roommates of Druggy and Francois Jacob were actually pretty cool people that I had actually grown to know via music stuff but I never caught on with the actual two.

One of my favorite computer storage was when me and Tyler made an entire casting for the movie"The Shower Jack"and casted all the people in our country. I was Kevin Jesse James, whoremaster was Kanye West, Druggy was Sir Richard Owen Woodrow Wilson. It was a proficient time. We would sometimes verbalise belatedly into the night, one time even going as late as 2 a.m. when we both had class early in the cockcrow.

Another side of our convos was about my side of meat wont 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 cauterize his headphone, so I only gave him the outlines.

It was early April when one of the odd parts of our talk of the town came into place. Tyler had a few ally on his floor and one of them happened to be roommates with a very openly gay guy named Fred. Apparently President Tyler's friend walked in on them snuggling in bed. Tyler's friend left soon after and when he came back later, he found them both in the bed asleep. Fred had his shirt off. The adjacent cockcrow he confessed that they had had some fun.

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

Literally the following day I left the dorm to snap up food as rule and then walked through the bet on staircase to get back to the fourthly storey. The just thing was that when I got to the threshold, Fred was there walking towards the stairs in the middle of the hall. The same counselling I was going to be going. I knew it was him but I didn't really think more of it than it was kinda funny.

On every base of the dormitory there is a general study area with a few bloodless plug-in for citizenry to go in and try to actually learn for their tryout 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 clear view of him. It must of looked like the most unelaborated thing in the fucking universe.

I looked at him and he shifted his center from Fred to me a couple times. I don't know why I did, but Instead of doing something to say I'm inexperienced person, I just stimulate my head in a yes motion. 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 elbow room I texted him saying that"That Probably looked super study"

"Yes… Yes it did"he replied back.

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

Part 5 : The Non-starter fledgling

It was getting near the end of the semester and I had told Tyler basically everything about me. John Tyler has told me tid routine here and there including that he has a gay cousin who always has his boyfriend cum inside him. That was an occupy conversation. That was the most matter to of the gay themed stories he told me. Overall, since he wasn't homosexually inclined he didn't pay much attending to it.

Tyler had by now been dating his girlfriend for at least 3 days ( I didn't curb the exact engagement ) and they seemed to be going strong as ever. She doesn't go to my college instead going to the big sectionalisation I school in the area. 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 permit, so that was annoying. I got over it though.

During the midriff of Apr, Tyler had made a engagement with her to celebrate their anniversary of being together. He told me like a week prior that he wouldn't be around, as if I would really wish, and trusted enough on that Midweek he wasn't anywhere near my college Town. I saw on his Snapchat report that they were chilling at his sign of the zodiac with a decent steak dinner. I'm not the cock-a-hoop snooper when it comes to relationships as it doesn't interest me to a huge stage, but I never mind seeing two mass that are well-chosen. I assumed it all went well and to my noesis it had.

Later that night I did my usual routine, get in bed and masturbate. I don't know why but I don't masturbate by the touchstone jack-off. Instead, while wearing underclothes and shorts/pants, force play my fingers the head of my member through the wearable. I'm sure it made the nerves not as antiphonal but it is way more concealable and more importantly to me, way more cleansing agent as when I came it would go right into the underwear. The solitary bad theatrical role about that is that if I was wearing bright colored shorts or pants there would be a cum spot, but I usually just put on another pair 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 doorway. I assumed it was Tyler and I was ripe when I saw him open up the room access. I had just masturbated and I was a bit sweaty because of it but I had my covers over me so the stain was invisible. Although something I did not bear happened. Behind him walked in his lady friend and that took me completely off sentry duty. I was not warned even slightly and now I looked like a sweaty passel in my bed. Not the most nonsuch situation for first gear opinion. Soon enough though she left and it was just me and John Tyler in the room like normal. I did express my anger that his girl came in without warning but it didn't seem like he really cared about it.

Tyler seemed like his normal ego except for a slight pang of something not being perfect.

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

"Top or fundament ?"I said back to him. He nodded at me"yes"but had a weird manifestation on his face."I'm honestly open to anything, my dream is to be somebody's first ass that they fuck. That would be amazing ''

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

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

I didn't know what to say back.

"At to the lowest degree you attempted, I wouldn't attempt something like that if I was in your place, I would be too scared of what happened to you well… happening"I said back to him with a small grin. I tacked on a small jape to try to get the topic over with. John Tyler kept going.

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

"You do ingest a bible in your W.C."I said to him with a slight jot of smugliness.

"We're piece of ass adolescent, waiting until marriage is the shoemaker's last contemporaries matter, not us"he said back starting to vocalise to a greater extent and Thomas More exasperated.

"Dude thrill"I said back to him with another small jape afterwards. I really wanted this conversation over with. Pronto.

He seemed to calm down a lilliputian and we didn't talk for a salutary 20 minutes afterwards. We had both gone back to doing whatever, in my case watching some youtube telecasting. Then he spoke again. The conversation continued.

"So let me get this straight, you would let a guy stick a pecker in your ass ?"Tyler said to me. I could narrate he didn't really bang where this was heading either.

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

"Aren't you worried about STDs ?"He said to me.

"Have you heard of safety ?"I said back to him in a speedy rebuttal.

"That's fair 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 word picture is stuck in my mind"President Tyler said.

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

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

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

"What is with you and all this sex talk tonight ? This is Sir Thomas More than common"I finally say to him about a minute later.

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

"Oh believe me, If somebody wanted to hold 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 close down to attractive so I doubt many people are even slightly interested. I just swallow it and actuate on to the next day knowing I still have a hand"

"dandy, that's consummate"

"We both know we have said way tough stuff"

"I guess that is confessedly"John Tyler said back to me. His heart have never left my look and as I would calculate around, it didn't deter anything. This was fucking Wyrd. I finally had to bring it up.

"dude, why the fuck are you staring at me ?"I said to Tyler, what I saw succeeding was almost definitely the most scandalous thing I had ever seen. I saw Tyler push his covers off his body to show that he was wearing nothing under them. He had a wife-beater on his torso and that was it. Nothing below the waste. It was even more apparent when he jumped down from his bed.

I have seen a few cock in my time, but none of the erect 1 had been in someone, only on the internet. Tyler's was in that phase 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 face was of confused guilt.

"Dude… what the fucking"I said to him. He quickly used his manus to cover his dick.

"I don't know what I'm doing man. I feel so fucking stupid person right wing now"Tyler said to me, starting to cry. All of a sudden he fell over onto the primer. I immediately got over to him to try to help him up. That was a stupid move. I was about to experience something I never thought would happen to me.

Chapter 6 : Bye Bye Virginity

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

"Myles"He said to me, his representative a bit raspy."Do you desire to hold sex with me ?"

This was beyond uncharted territory for me. I was basically a sinking ship waiting to encounter. I didn't know how to answer. If I said"No"would he despoil me ? If I said"Yes"would it be enjoyable ? If I got up and ran to a Residential Assistant saying my roommate was trying to outrage me would he spread out everything I told him ? There was no good response to this question, so I chose the good result. The safe answer because all the answers were bad answers.

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

Tyler's dick was about 6.5 inch give or drive, thankfully it was cut because I wasn't that big a fan of foreskin. Tyler took a appreciation of my bridge player and guided it down to his extremity. I grabbed it with the same fragility I hold my own and just started jacking him. It felt so weird touching another person's cock. I had done my fair part of jacking off over sentence along with my formula onanism drug abuse, but feeling another dick was just purely exhilarating, Of course of instruction 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 head pushing me towards his prick. I had always wondered what it would be like to suck a dick. How it would be to see a guy's pelvis moving back and forth from my face right in front of my eyes as he profit pleasure from the fond confines of my mouth. Above his dick was a decent amount of John Brown pubic hairsbreadth and within the first couple of meter I was taking his gumshoe into my mouth I was already being forced to deepthroat him via John Tyler placing his hired hand on my foreland forcing me down farther. Throughout all of this I had stayed mainly quiet not wanting to bring in attention and Tyler did too but with the occasional grunt and moans. It would go from me having petty ascendancy to me having no dominance when Tyler told me to get up and get tight to the wall. I sat down and let him straddle my case with my drumhead against the wall. This was followed with an intense face fucking academic session which ended with me almost puking. Some of his knife thrust would go straight to the back of the back talk and some would hit my binding teeth. He didn't seem to handle and I couldn't do anything to terminate that component part if I wanted to. Eventually he pulled out because he was starting to get close.

"Stay down Myles"he said as he got up and stretched his torso. He then looked down at me."You realize that we don't have any lubricant or condoms right 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 capable to grab some of his shampoo from his shower caddy so we would induce some kind of lubricant, but it was obviously not ideal. He smeared some on his finger and then ran it up and down my golf hole. Eventually he started poking around until he found the stigma and stuck his fingerbreadth deep as it could go into my golf hole. It hurt like absolute hell. I had fingered myself only a few sentence before and the last fourth dimension was a while ago so my ass was very tight. Tyler quickly added a second and then the additional unspeakable tertiary finger before finally pulling out his fingers and moving close-fitting to me.

I could finger his penis run against my ass. He tried pushing and missed the scrape, on the secondly try he pierced my insides making my senses of pain go close to overdrive. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt, but a minute later it had already subsided by three stern. It never didn't hurt but I could actually see why nates enjoyed being fucked. It was obvious why superlative liked it based on the sounds of moaning and joy that Tyler was experiencing. I don't know how prospicient 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 patronise and overall he was getting faster in the pumping of his gumshoe into my ass. I could feel the sweat from his body dripping down onto my own and I could take heed his mouth right side by side to my ear panting and moaning. This was how I was losing my virginity and part of me was not mad about it.

The moment 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 forte grunting moan. I couldn't feel anything different 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 coming out of my ass, but If I were to make 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 someone who has to clean these level after we leave. Tyler didn't say a give-and-take, 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 threshold Tyler wouldn't let me.

"Go to bed"Tyler said in an aggravate whole tone. I obeyed his orders. I got in my bed covered in travail 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 President Tyler Grayson, did I want to be raped by him ? Not really, but I did desire to have sex with him. I can't get that out of my head. I wanted it and I got it, just not in the best of cases.

The next break of day I could tell that President Tyler was guilty about the entire 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 convention roommate. A few weeks later we both left the residence hall building for the summer, we would be going our offprint agency only to see each other a few times 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 .