The Roommate

Part 1 : Before Tyler

Where do I set about when it comes to Tyler Grayson ? Before I met him would be a well start.

Coming out of high school I was socially awkward, that has not changed much, but nevertheless out of high school I didn't really have a go at it what college would entail. I've heard all the report about"go out every night, get rummy, and bang girls"from countless film and to be completely honorable, all those three thing didn't prayer to me in the slightest. I am a lonely gay guy that has no interest in imbibing or anything else that inhibits me. The precise opposite of what those account have in mind. 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 schoolhouse and into the hell of college. Hell to netherworld, Fun times. Eventually it came time when I would recover out what dorm I was in and more importantly who my roommate would be.

Myles Stephan Wagner, Dorm : Herman, room : 471, Roommate : Shawn Michael Harper, telephone set Number : , Email : SMHHarper @ ( email ) .com

I was ecstatic when I saw Woodrow Charles Herman dormitory. That was exactly the hall I wanted to get into. I was a bit disappointed when I saw that Shawn had not put his Phone number in the system but I still shot him an email giving the"Hey ! I'm your roomy for the upcoming year. How are you ?"to him.

No answer. I emailed again. No response. I emailed a third time. No response.

I looked on facebook for a Shawn Harper and all I found was the ex-NFL player and nothing about a freshman heading into my college. I did discover an mean flesh, tall, skinny Edward White kid with tenacious 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 house and force back the hour and a half it takes to get to campus. I drove my Theodore Harold White car, my dad in his silver gray Minivan, and my Sister in her pocket-sized red car. A smoothen private road overall, listened to a bit of Shawn Mendes and a few other artists on the way. Eventually we arrived at the brick theatre 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 genius that when my sis left college I would be walking into it. Of course of study, the big issue was that Freshman have to go in the dorm so it came to egest that later I would be walking into the Woody Herman dorm Building asking for my room key.

Eventually I got my roomkey and I went up two flights of step to get to my room. My way is on the fourth floor, but the third house is on the second. I went down the leftover hallway and the second base door on the left read 471. On the door were two little comic account book explosion pictures with"Myles Wagner"and"Shawn Harper"written on them. I knocked on the door, thinking maybe Shawn was inside. No answer. A uncouth theme I had associated with Shawn at this full point. After about 10 seconds, I put the key in the ignition lock and turned it. The key easily opened the lock and the handle turned.

I walked into my dorm elbow room. I was first. My sister quickly walked in and placed stuff on the bed on the left and I just rolled with it. I mean, is the better side of meat because the door opened to the flop side of the elbow room so less prospect to be embarrassed. Eventually we had everything from the car into the room, zilch 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 snaffle food from a local mexican eating place 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 reasonable and asking him what his public figure was, I just passed by him and went down the stairs. I didn't really say much to my class about seeing him, and didn't pay very much care to it. We would get everything figured out on our own time. So after eating, I told my dad and Sister to impart me at the residence hall so that I could get a bit accustomed.

walking in the building for the showtime prison term by myself was weird, but then I entered my dorm elbow room. Nothing was on the other bed. zilch was on the desk. Nothing was in the cabinet. Nobody had been in this elbow room besides me two hour ago. Weirded out, I just laid on my bed and watched YouTube for a piffling bit. I was very bewildered about where Shawn/Michael was because I could've sworn I saw him earlier.

Shawn Michael harpist never came to the dormroom. He never responded to my email. He wasn't on the schooling electronic mail listing. 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-time. I would hear all these stories about people getting into tiff with their roommates and sometimes I would gloat about not having to deal with one. Honestly, I was kinda living the life, well as often as you can last the aliveness being a freshman in college.

In terms of my sexuality, I've known I was gay since 8th course, but I am still to this day a closeted person. I didn't really want to deal with the drama of coming out, at the Saami clock time I did want to give birth sex, but not coming out takes priority. I knew if I had a roomy, I would have come out to him eventually and to be completely reliable, I had fantasies about what me and Shawn would have done in that dorm elbow room. But as Ted Shawn didn't want to get to school, I did what I pleased in that residence hall room.

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

My first semester was a very suave experience boilersuit, and being a freshman meant that the intellectual nourishment homage was a common outing. But sometimes, I wanted to get fast intellectual nourishment because I really wasn't feeling the commonality that day.

Part 2 : First contact lens

One day, I was feeling like going out to get some firm food for thought. I had quickly determined that I wanted some crybaby sandwiches from hamburger King so I left my room, went down my hallway and down the diametric way from my hall. Eventually I was met by the door to the staircase I had traversed a the great unwashed of multiplication during that semester. The stairway was minuscule a rectangle of concrete wall that had a coil staircase in the center. As I was on the fourth flooring I had to go down three trajectory to get to the hindquarters trading floor and to the parking lot.

I eventually got to my car and drove across town to Burger business leader. I ordered my food, paid honestly way too very much money, and left Warren Earl Burger King heading back to the dorms. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a black truck pulling into the lot at the same clip. I didn't pay it much attention. I eventually found a spot in the lot ( amazing for around 6 p.m. ) and got out my car and headed back to the door that led into the stairway. I eventually made it to the threshold, used my key fob to unlock it, and went inside. Before the threshold closed though I heard a soul vociferation out.

"time lag the Door !"the guy said in a cold-shoulder panic.

I held the door, not being a tight person, and let him in the door. The guy seemed cute. metier length haircloth, around six ft, average material body, all in all a squeamish 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 make casual conversation.

"Nah, Burger King"I said back.

"Ah assuredness, Cool"he said.

Eventually, we both got to the quartern story and we kept on walking down the hallway. We also both turned the corner. We literally lived in the like hallway. As I stopped by my threshold 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 nutrient. I also may of masturbated to a mental capacity figure of speech of him but that's besides the point. I quickly realized that I had no idea 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 lifetime, the cutest boy had always not had a social media presence. It is a very annoying part of being attracted to them. The only matter high-risk than that is not even knowing the cute guys epithet. A couple day later I went down the hallway and did some looking at public figure on threshold, of class on the doorway to the elbow room 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 names didn't feel worth it.

On my floor, there was only one R.A.. Seth. Big boned, big republican, I'm not a big fan. He lived in the mighty side hallway, first threshold on the right. In my dormitory we had a pod bath system where 6 rooms ploughshare a lavatory. We also have a no-alcohol policy on campus. It's amazing which bath had the most lush beverage found in the garbage. The R.A. would write electronic mail after email saying that he found more alcoholic beverage 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 level by himself.

This is my bounteous disdain with him.

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

From : Levi May

To : President Tyler Grayson, Myles Wagner, etc.

Subject : way integration

Hello !

parting of dorm communications protocol is to consolidate rooms to two masses per room. As being constituent 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 student residence

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

A Facebook search later returned a resolution that I was not expecting. holy bullshit. It's the guy from the staircase.

Part 3 : Each early

I masturbated that dark. No shame. I was about to be sharing a room with a cute guy that fit most of the category for being apotheosis for me.

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

Two weeks after the e-mail was sent, another came in saying that we had to be moved in with the roommate within a hebdomad. 30 minutes later I had an email from Tyler in my inbox.

From : Tyler Grayson

To : Myles Wagner

bailiwick : Moving

Hey Myles,

Im Tyler. I 'm the other kid on our base with no roommate. I was just wondering if you had decided what you wanted to do with elbow room moving. If you were wanting to quell on this base or if you had somewhere else in mind in the way of moving to another floor. Just let me love when you get the chance.

Thanks,

Tyler



I responded back.

Hey Tyler,

I was planning to stay on on this trading floor, so if you are staying as well, Either you have to impress to my way or I have to go to yours. I 'm open to either honestly.

Thanks,

Myles



The e-mail continued and they slowly got less and less pro. Eventually he told me that he lived down the hall, where I knew he lived. It was time to pay him a visit. I walked down the hallway until I reached the doorway that correlated with the email. I knocked and for certain enough John Tyler answered. I entered the room.



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

"Yeah, it sucks doesn't it"he said with a pocket-size 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 amercement. I can move into this way, I definitely have less stuff and nonsense than you"I said back.

I looked at him, his average out figure just at the good level. Not fat but not buff either. Just a typical 19 twelvemonth old boy. The decently long brown hair with belittled belt almost reaching his eye. The centre introducing me to an absolutely gorgeous face. I note value faces in terminus of innocence, 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 Day 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 matter though the crowing pain in the ass was lowering the bed from the top persona of the lofted seam back down to the floor. It literally took us 20 minutes because the school day bought very cheap bottom for the dorms. The only atomic number 47 liner was that I did get to see President Tyler sweating which was attractive. I am lucky I don't springtime random blunder to the slightest sexual thing, very lucky.

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

Tyler and Me had completely unlike high school experiences. I went to a decently large high schooling of 1200 scholar ( 250 per graduating class ), John Tyler went to a schoolhouse where his graduating course of instruction with 27. I did medicine and theater of operations in high schoolhouse, John Tyler did sports in high school. President Tyler had a lady friend from senior high school school, I didn't really say much in reply to that. I told him about my home spirit. About how my mom had died of cancer during my Jr year of high up schooling and that my sister came out as gay to my dad literally two months 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 function of the conversation to the side. I was not coming out to him… at least not yet. Every so often we would get into inscrutable talks about guild or politics, he was a democrat so he had that going for the both of us, but usually we would just sing about our own pasts. Then I saw an ad for a movie on YouTube. The movie was a feature movie featuring the story of a gay person. Something that really interested me. Obviously Tyler was less enthused. Of course a span daytime later I saw the book in WalMart and bought it. I had no idea how herculean purchasing a book could be.

The future day he noticed me reading the book 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 cony trap I went.



Part 4 :"Interesting"negotiation

A dorm construction is an interesting place to hold out. During the few month I lived in the Lapplander way as Tyler we talked about many things. A lot of football, a lot of old stories from school day and for some reason we talked about sex… a lot. President Tyler is definitely full-strength, there is no doubt about that. Literally half the matter I would said that revolve around gay clobber would cause him desire to change the subject because he didn't tone comfortable. One day we were talking about stuff and nonsense and I said something that made him mad.

"Go suck a prick"he said. It's a vernacular musical phrase that a guy says to another when they are annoyed. Usually the someone that it is directed to just stuff it off, but of course I am not formula. After the fourth time he said it, I had an idea. I was ready to take a crap him finger awkward as fuck.

"Please"I said back.

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

"Now I just palpate 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 berg though, we had many more talk that only a straight guy and a gay guy could have. It is amazing how much our viewpoints on affair differ.

One day I got a snap on Snapchat from John Tyler, the video was of a blank fluid on the wall of the communal rain shower. It was obviously seed. This happened in midsection 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 time where John Tyler was in the shower and he heard a groan from one of the stalls, he didn't tell me this until the succeeding dawning when I told him I thought I saw cum on the floor of the toilet stall. 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 certainly he did some kind of illegal drug. Probably cocaine or something.

Our corridor had some worry people, but the most crucial in our conversations were the aforementioned Druggy and the guy adjacent door Jacob. Now Francois Jacob was a cool as a Cucumis sativus kinda guy, but he was super feminine. We never really talked much, although Tyler would always joke that when he was gone Francois Jacob would come over and we would be intimate. That was not the case obviously, but it became a recurring joke in Tyler's repertoire. The roommates of Druggy and Jacob were actually jolly cool people that I had actually grown to have a go at it via music stuff but I never caught on with the actual two.

One of my favorite computer memory was when me and Tyler made an entire casting for the picture show"The exhibitor Jack"and casted all the people in our expanse. I was Kevin James, whoremonger was Kanye western United States, Druggy was Owen Woodrow Wilson. It was a trade good prison term. We would sometimes talk late into the night, one time even going as late as 2 a.m. when we both had class early in the morning.

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

It was early April when one of the oddest office of our dialogue came into place. Tyler had a few Friend on his floor and one of them happened to be roomy with a very openly gay guy named Fred. Apparently Tyler's admirer walked in on them snuggling in bed. 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 morning he confessed that they had had some fun.

I don't know why the fuck Tyler's protagonist 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 inside information than I would've expected. All I can say is that the openly gay guy's roommate is a fucking dick. That's not even the end of the story though.

Literally the next day I left the dorm to snaffle food as normal and then walked through the back staircase to get back to the fourth floor. The solitary thing was that when I got to the threshold, Fred was there walking towards the stairs in the centre of the student residence. The Saami direction 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 level of the dormitory there is a general written report country with a few flannel dining table for masses to go in and try to actually study for their tests 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 sketchy thing in the piece of tail universe.

I looked at him and he shifted his eyes from Fred to me a couple times. I don't know why I did, but Instead of doing something to say I'm innocent, I just shook my nous 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 room I texted him saying that"That Probably looked super sketch"

"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 Starter

It was getting near the end of the semester and I had told Tyler basically everything about me. Tyler has told me tid moment here and there including that he has a gay first cousin who always has his fellow cum inside him. That was an worry conversation. That was the most concern of the gay themed history he told me. Overall, since he wasn't homosexually inclined he didn't pay much attention to it.

Tyler had by now been dating his girlfriend for at least 3 years ( I didn't train the exact date ) and they seemed to be going substantial as ever. She doesn't go to my college instead going to the big partition I schooling in the domain. I would very often walk into the dormroom seeing President Tyler on his telephone set facetiming her. It also happens that she is the initiative and to my knowledge only person President Tyler outed me to without my permission, so that was annoying. I got over it though.

During the middle of April, Tyler had made a date 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 care, and sure enough on that Midweek he wasn't anywhere near my college town. I saw on his Snapchat story that they were chilling at his sign of the zodiac with a nice steak dinner party. I'm not the handsome snoop when it comes to relationships as it doesn't interest me to a huge degree, but I never mind seeing two citizenry that are happy. I assumed it all went well and to my knowledge it had.

Later that night I did my usual modus operandi, get in bed and masturbate. I don't know why but I don't masturbate by the monetary standard jack-off. Instead, while wearing underclothes and shorts/pants, force my fingerbreadth the chief of my penis through the wear. I'm sure it made the nerves not as antiphonal but it is way more concealable and more importantly to me, way more than cleaner as when I came it would go right into the underwear. The only bad part about that is that if I was wearing bright colored short or drawers there would be a cum discolouration, 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 room access. 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 covers over me so the mark was invisible. Although something I did not expect happened. Behind him walked in his girlfriend and that took me completely off safety device. I was not warned even slightly and now I looked like a sweaty plenty in my bed. Not the most paragon state of affairs for first picture. Soon enough though she left and it was just me and Tyler in the room like normal. I did convey my anger that his Girlfriend came in without warning but it didn't seem like he really cared about it.

Tyler seemed like his normal self except for a slight twinge of something not being perfect.

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

"Top or hind end ?"I said back to him. He nodded at me"yes"but had a Wyrd construction on his cheek."I'm honestly open to anything, my dreaming is to be somebody's first ass that they fuck. That would be amazing ''

Then something I didn't expect to follow out of his backtalk was said.

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

I didn't know what to say back.

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

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

"You do bear a bible in your water closet"I said to him with a slight speck of smugliness.

"We're fucking teenagers, waiting until matrimony is the last genesis affair, not us"he said back starting to sound to a greater extent and more exasperated.

"dude quiver"I said back to him with another lowly laugh afterwards. I really wanted this conversation over with. Pronto.

He seemed to chill out down a niggling and we didn't talk for a respectable 20 transactions 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 heterosexual, you would let a guy stick a gumshoe in your ass ?"Tyler said to me. I could tell he didn't really know where this was heading either.

"Yeah, I'd be bequeath to try"I said to him."It will probably spite like absolute sin but I'd try it"

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

"have you heard of rubber ?"I said back to him in a quick rebuttal.

"That's just 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 flick is stuck in my head"Tyler said.

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

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

"I really just wish she would of blow me or something, I can't believe I got fucking blue balled tonight"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 common"I finally say to him about a minute later.

"I don't know, I guess in a way I'm green-eyed 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 hazard you get. Or I guess based on our conversation earlier, get porked"Tyler said to me. Still staring at me.

"Oh conceive me, If somebody wanted to have sex with me and I found them even relatively attractive, I may say yes."I said back to President Tyler."I just know that I'm not even close to attractive so I doubt many people are even slightly interested. I just go for it and locomote on to the following day knowing I still have a hand"

"fashion plate, that's gross"

"We both know we have said way defective stuff"

"I guess that is straight"Tyler said back to me. His eyes have never left my boldness and as I would wait around, it didn't deter anything. This was fucking Weird. I finally had to bring it up.

"dude, why the nookie are you staring at me ?"I said to Tyler, what I saw next was almost definitely the most shocking thing I had ever seen. I saw President Tyler push his covers off his body to establish that he was wearing nothing under them. He had a wife-beater on his trunk 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 dicks in my time, but none of the raise ones had been in person, only on the cyberspace. President Tyler's was in that degree between grueling and flacid, but it was still pretty sizable. It fit his organic structure, not being too big or too belittled that it looked eldritch. The emotion on his face was of confused guilt.

"Dude… what the bed"I said to him. He quickly used his hands to extend his dick.

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

Chapter 6 : Bye Bye Virginity

Tyler put his manus 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 induce sex with me ?"

This was beyond uncharted territorial dominion for me. I was basically a sinking ship waiting to bump. I didn't cognize how to suffice. If I said"No"would he rape me ? If I said"Yes"would it be pleasurable ? If I got up and ran to a Residential Assistant saying my roommate was trying to rape me would he spread out everything I told him ? There was no good answer to this interrogative sentence, so I chose the safest solution. The dependable reply because all the answer were bad answers.

"Yes"I said back to Tyler. His optic lit up like a flaming 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 prepare to go.

John Tyler's putz was about 6.5 in give or take, thankfully it was cut because I wasn't that big a fan of foreskin. Tyler took a hold of my handwriting and guided it down to his member. I grabbed it with the Saame goody I hold my own and just started jacking him. It felt so Weird touching another person's dick. I had done my sightly share of jacking off over metre along with my normal masturbation habits, 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 head pushing me towards his dick. I had always wondered what it would be like to suck a putz. How it would be to see a guy's pelvis moving back and Forth River from my face right in battlefront of my optic as he profit pleasure from the lovesome confines of my backtalk. Above his putz was a the right way amount of brown pubic hair's-breadth and within the low gear couple of time I was taking his dick into my oral fissure I was already being forced to deepthroat him via Tyler placing his men on my head forcing me down farther. Throughout all of this I had stayed mainly quiet not wanting to gain attention and Tyler did too but with the periodic grunt and moan. It would go from me having petty control to me having no control when Tyler told me to get up and get airless to the wall. I sat down and let him straddle my brass with my mind against the bulwark. This was followed with an acute face fucking academic term which ended with me almost puking. Some of his knife thrust would go straight to the back of the sassing and some would hit my back teeth. He didn't seem to care and I couldn't do anything to stop that 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 eubstance. He then looked down at me."You realize that we don't have any lube or condoms right Myles ?"

It wasn't long before he had me rolled over on my knee with my ass up in the air. At to the lowest degree he was able to grab some of his shampoo from his shower tea caddy so we would have some form 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 mark and stuck his digit deep as it could go into my gob. It hurt like absolute pit. I had fingered myself only a few meter before and the hold up time was a while ago so my ass was very stringent. President Tyler quickly added a second and then the extra sore third finger before finally pulling out his fingers and moving closer to me.

I could feel his member run against my ass. He tried pushing and missed the mark, on the second try he pierced my insides making my senses of pain sensation go close to overdrive. It hurt like zip I had ever felt, but a minute later it had already subsided by three quarters. It never didn't distress but I could actually see why bottoms enjoyed being fucked. It was obvious why tops liked it based on the sounds 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 John Tyler was getting close to cumming. His grunt were getting more shop at and overall he was getting faster in the pumping of his tool into my ass. I could feel the sweat from his body dripping down onto my own and I could hear his mouth right next to my ear panting and moaning. This was how I was losing my virginity and section of me was not mad about it.

The present 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 loud 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 liquidness coming out of my ass, but If I were to have a bet I would say it was White person and goopy. I felt it splash out and then run down my second joint onto the primer. Sorry mortal who has to pick these floor after we leave. Tyler didn't say a word, he just walked over to the doorway, checked it was locked, and climbed up on his bed. I wanted to strip myself but when I went near the door Tyler wouldn't let me.

"Go to bed"John Tyler said in an exasperate tone. I obeyed his orders. I got in my bed covered in stew and cum, this was what I was. This was what it felt like to be a victim of a intimate rape that I didn't actually beware. I do love Tyler Grayson, did I want to be raped by him ? Not really, but I did want 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 easily of cases.

The following morning I could recite that John Tyler was shamed about the intact 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 pattern roommates. A few weeks later we both left the dorm building for the summertime, we would be going our separate ways 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 .