The Roommate

Part 1 : Before Tyler

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

Coming out of gamy school I was socially ill at ease, that has not changed much, but nevertheless out of high school I didn't really know what college would entail. I've heard all the stories about"go out every Nox, get drunk, and clap girls"from innumerable motion picture and to be completely honest, all those three things didn't appeal to me in the slightest. I am a lonesome gay guy that has no interest in drunkenness or anything else that inhibits me. The accurate antonym of what those level have in psyche. So going in, it was going to be an interest 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 blaze of high school day and into the hell of college. Hell to Hell, Fun times. Eventually it came metre when I would determine 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, headphone act : , e-mail : SMHHarper @ ( email ) .com

I was ecstatic when I saw Herman dorm. That was exactly the hall I wanted to get into. I was a bit foiled when I saw that Shawn had not put his Phone bit in the scheme but I still shot him an email giving the"Hey ! I'm your roommate for the coming year. How are you ?"to him.

No response. 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 starter heading into my college. I did find an average physical body, tall, skinny Theodore Harold 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 sister left my sign and drove the minute and a half it takes to get to campus. I drove my Andrew D. White car, my dad in his Silver Minivan, and my sister in her low red car. A smooth drive boilers suit, 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 baby had gone to school here for her 4 year degree and my dad bought a home for her to go in once I had decided to go there. It was unplanned brilliance that when my baby left college I would be walking into it. Of course, the big issue was that entrant have to survive in the dorm so it came to pass that later I would be walking into the Herman residence hall Building asking for my room key.

Eventually I got my roomkey and I went up two flight of stairs of step to get to my room. My room is on the fourth base, but the pressure group is on the second. I went down the left hallway and the bit door on the left read 471. On the doorway were two little comic book of account explosion pictures with"Myles Wagner"and"Ted Shawn harpist"written on them. I knocked on the door, thinking maybe Shawn was inside. No answer. A common theme I had associated with Ted Shawn at this power point. After about 10 arcsecond, I put the key in the lock and turned it. The key easily opened the lock and the wield turned.

I walked into my dormitory room. I was first. My sister quickly walked in and placed hooey on the bed on the left field and I just rolled with it. I mean, is the dear side because the room access opened to the right English of the room so less chances 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 snaffle food from a local mexican eating house 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 stairs. I didn't really say much to my syndicate about seeing him, and didn't pay a lot attention to it. We would get everything figured out on our own clock time. So after eating, I told my dad and sister to forget me at the dorm so that I could get a bit accustomed.

Walking in the building for the first time by myself was weird, but then I entered my residence hall room. Nothing was on the early bed. zero was on the desk. aught was in the cabinet. Nobody had been in this elbow room besides me two hours ago. Weirded out, I just laid on my bed and watched YouTube for a small bit. I was very confused 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 hall room to myself. Now this, I did not expect.

So schoolhouse went on and I quickly adapted to dorm room life sentence. I would hear all these stories about people getting into fusses with their roommates and sometimes I would gloat about not having to portion out with one. Honestly, I was kinda living the life story, well as much as you can live the life being a entrant in college.

In terms of my gender, I've known I was gay since 8th level, but I am still to this day a closeted mortal. I didn't really want to carry on with the dramatic play of coming out, at the Sami meter I did require to have sex, but not coming out takes priority. I knew if I had a roommate, I would get come out to him eventually and to be completely honest, I had fantasy about what me and Shawn would give done in that hall elbow room. But as Shawn didn't want to come to schooling, I did what I pleased in that student residence room.

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

My first semester was a very smooth experience boilers suit, and being a freshman meant that the food homage was a coarse digression. But sometimes, I wanted to get fast food because I really wasn't feeling the commons that day.

Part 2 : start touch

One day, I was feeling like going out to get some fast food. I had quickly determined that I wanted some chicken sandwiches from burger world-beater so I left my way, 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 hoi polloi of sentence during that semester. The stairway was footling a rectangle of concrete walls that had a voluted stairway in the centre. As I was on the fourth flooring I had to go down three flights to get to the bottom floor and to the parking lot.

I eventually got to my car and drove across townspeople to Warren E. Burger King. I ordered my food, paid honestly way too much money, and left Burger King heading back to the dorm. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a black truck pulling into the lot at the same prison term. 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 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 door closed though I heard a person call out.

"wait the threshold !"the guy said in a slight panic.

I held the threshold, not being a mean somebody, and let him in the door. The guy seemed cute. culture medium length hair, around six foot, average build, all in all a nice body.

"Thanks"he said to me.

"No trouble"I said back.

I started walking up the stair 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 cool, Cool"he said.

Eventually, we both got to the quaternary flooring and we kept on walking down the hallway. We also both turned the quoin. We literally lived in the same hall. As I stopped by my doorway I watched as he walked down the hall stopped at a doorway opened it and went in. I don't know if he saw me watching him, but I just went in my own way and ate food. I also may of masturbated to a mental capacity image of him but that's besides the point. I quickly realized that I had no musical theme what his gens was and therefore I couldn't even hold his social media.

I don't know what it is about me but in my life-time, the slashed boys had always not had a sociable spiritualist front. It is a very annoying part of being attracted to them. The only thing worsened than that is not even knowing the cute guys public figure. A twosome days later I went down the hallway and did some looking at names on doors, of course on the room access to the room he lived in, the figure had been taken down. Just my freaking chance. I could've looked at the email the R.A. sent us but looking through 60 names didn't tone worth it.

On my base, there was only one R.A.. Set. Big boned, big Republican, I'm not a big fan. He lived in the the right way slope hallway, first room access on the right wing. In my dormitory we had a pod bathroom system where 6 rooms share a bathroom. We also have a no-alcohol insurance policy on campus. It's amazing which bathroom had the most lush drink found in the garbage. The R.A. would write email after email saying that he found more alcohol in his pod's john and it really was a one soul causes everyone to be in trouble scenario. Eventually it got to the point when Set didn't think that he couldn't control the entire floor by himself.

This is my enceinte disdain with him.

Classes had just resumed after our winter rupture, I still had a way to myself. Everything was going great. Then the electronic mail came.

From : Matthew May

To : Tyler Grayson, Myles Wagner, etc.

Subject : way integration

Hello !

Part of Dorm Protocol is to consolidate rooms to two citizenry per room. As being voice of the recipient of this email you have been placed in a solo way and will be moved to have two per room.

Thanks,

Gospel According to Matthew May, Director of Herman dorm

My for the first time 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 pull through some money, they want me to have a stupid person shag roommate. I would be lying if I said I wasn't pissed. Then I looked in the email's recipients. Who the shag is Tyler Grayson ?

A Facebook hunt later returned a effect that I was not expecting. holy Shit. It's the guy from the staircase.

voice 3 : Each early

I masturbated that dark. No ignominy. 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. Shit. I'm going to be sharing a way with a cute guy that fit most of the categories 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 hebdomad. 30 minutes later I had an email from Tyler in my inbox.

From : Tyler Grayson

To : Myles Wagner

matter : Moving

Hey Myles,

Im Tyler. I 'm the early 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 creative thinker in the way of moving to another story. Just let me know when you get the chance.

Thanks,

John 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 open to either honestly.

Thanks,

Myles



The e-mail continued and they slowly got less and less professional person. Eventually he told me that he lived down the dormitory, where I knew he lived. It was clip to pay him a visit. I walked down the hallway until I reached the threshold that correlated with the email. I knocked and sure enough 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 hunky-dory. It's fine. I can move into this elbow room, I definitely have less stuff than you"I said back.

I looked at him, his average out physique just at the proper level. Not fat but not buff either. Just a distinctive 19 year old boy. The decently long Brown hair with minor strike almost reaching his eyes. The eyes introducing me to an absolutely gorgeous cheek. I value faces in full term of innocence, at this glance, Tyler looked innocent 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 chore because it was only me and Tyler doing all the lifting. Of all things though the adult pain in the ass was lowering the bed from the top portion of the lofted layer back down to the flooring. It literally took us 20 minutes because the school bought very cheap bottom for the dorms. The lone silver lining was that I did get to see Tyler sweating which was attractive. I am lucky I don't spring random boners to the little sexual matter, very lucky.

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

John Tyler and Me had completely different high school experiences. I went to a decently prominent high schooling of 1200 pupil ( 250 per graduating socio-economic class ), John Tyler went to a school where his graduating category with 27. I did music and dramatic art in high up schooling, President Tyler did fun in high school day. John Tyler had a girlfriend from high-pitched shoal, I didn't really say much in response to that. I told him about my dwelling house living. 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 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 contribution of the conversation to the English. I was not coming out to him… at least not yet. Every so often we would get into deep dialogue about society or political science, he was a democrat 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 movie on YouTube. The pic was a feature moving-picture show featuring the story of a gay person. Something that really interest me. Obviously President Tyler was less enthused. Of course of study a dyad days later I saw the book in WalMart and bought it. I had no idea how powerful purchasing a book could be.

The next 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.

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

"Yes"I said back.

down the rabbit hole I went.



percentage 4 :"Interesting"talks

A student residence building is an occupy place to experience. During the few months I lived in the Saame room as Tyler we talked about many things. A lot of football, a lot of old chronicle from school and for some reason we talked about sex… a lot. President Tyler is definitely straight, there is no doubt about that. Literally half the things I would said that revolve around gay stuff would make him want to alter the study because he didn't tactile property comfortable. One day we were talking about stuff and I said something that made him mad.

"Go suck a dick"he said. It's a mutual idiomatic expression that a guy says to another when they are annoyed. Usually the person that it is directed to just shoves it off, but of form I am not convention. After the 4th prison term he said it, I had an idea. I was fix to make him finger awkward as fuck.

"Please"I said back.

Tyler looked up surprised and unconnected. 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 feel unearthly"He said to me. He then climbed up to his bed and put his headphones in his pinna. Conversation over.

That was just the tip of the crisphead lettuce though, we had many Thomas More negotiation that only a straight guy and a gay guy could receive. It is amazing how a good deal our standpoint on things differ.

One day I got a press stud on Snapchat from Tyler, the picture was of a Patrick Victor Martindale White fluid on the wall of the communal shower. It was obviously semen. This happened in midsection february and we were still talking about it in the midst of Apr. It wasn't even cleaned up for about two months. There was also the 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 morn when I told him I thought I saw cum on the floor of the toilet carrel. We never confirmed who the shower jacker was, but the odds were on the weird guy across the Radclyffe 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 multitude, but the most important in our conversations were the said Druggy and the guy future doorway Jacob. Now Francois Jacob was a cool as a cucumber kinda guy, but he was ace feminine. We never really mouth much, although Tyler would always joke that when he was gone Francois Jacob would fall over and we would have sex. That was not the case obviously, but it became a recurring jocularity in President Tyler's repertoire. The roommate of Druggy and Jacob were actually pretty cool the great unwashed that I had actually grown to know via euphony hooey but I never caught on with the actual two.

One of my favourite retentiveness was when me and Tyler made an total cast for the movie"The exhibitor Jack"and casted all the people in our arena. I was Kevin James River, John was Kanye West, Druggy was Owen Wilson. It was a good time. 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 English of our convos was about my side habit of writing fanfiction. I kinda dug myself into a pickle 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 his phone, so I only gave him the outlines.

It was too soon April when one of the oddest parts of our talks came into place. John Tyler had a few champion on his storey and one of them happened to be roommate with a very openly gay guy named Fred. Apparently Tyler's Quaker walked in on them snuggling in bed. John Tyler's protagonist left soon after and when he came back later, he found them both in the bed asleep. Fred had his shirt off. The succeeding morning he confessed that they had had some fun.

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

Literally the side by side day I left the student residence to grab nutrient as normal and then walked through the back staircase to get back to the fourth floor. The only thing was that when I got to the doorway, Fred was there walking towards the stairs in the middle of the dorm. The same way 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 floor of the dorm there is a cosmopolitan study area with a few Caucasian boards for people 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 affair in the shtup 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 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 super sketch"

"Yes… Yes it did"he replied back.

We talked about it that dark 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 President Tyler basically everything about me. Tyler has told me tid morsel here and there including that he has a gay full cousin who always has his boyfriend cum inside him. That was an interest conversation. That was the most interest of the gay themed stories he told me. Overall, since he wasn't homosexually inclined he didn't pay lots attending to it.

Tyler had by now been dating his girl for at least 3 class ( I didn't correspond the take escort ) and they seemed to be going strong as ever. She doesn't go to my college instead going to the big sectionalisation I schooltime in the area. I would very often walk into the dormroom seeing Tyler on his headphone facetiming her. It also happens that she is the maiden and to my noesis only person 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 particular date with her to fete 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 Wednesday he wasn't anywhere near my college town. I saw on his Snapchat story that they were chilling at his house with a skillful steak dinner. I'm not the biggest snooper when it comes to family relationship as it doesn't interest me to a huge degree, but I never mind seeing two people that are happy. I assumed it all went well and to my cognition it had.

Later that night I did my usual act, get in bed and masturbate. I don't know why but I don't masturbate by the standard jack-off. Instead, while wearing underclothing and shorts/pants, force play my fingers the head of my penis through the habiliment. I'm sure it made the nerves not as reactive but it is way more concealable and more importantly to me, way to a greater extent cleaner as when I came it would go right into the underclothing. The only bad percentage about that is that if I was wearing bright colored trunks or drawers there would be a cum stain, but I usually just put on another pair of drawers before I went out to fix that issue.

It was about 8 p.m. or so when I heard a bash on the door. I assumed it was John Tyler and I was right when I saw him afford the door. 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 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 passel in my bed. Not the most ideal situation for first picture. 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 formula 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 Bottom ?"I said back to him. He nodded at me"yes"but had a weird expression 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 backtalk was said.

"I asked her about… you know… sex."He said almost getting a lout 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 attempt something like that if I was in your 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 small laugh to try to get the subject over with. Tyler kept going.

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

"You do have a Holy Writ in your water closet"I said to him with a slender tinge of smugliness.

"We're piece of ass stripling, waiting until marriage ceremony is the terminal propagation affair, not us"he said back starting to voice more and more exasperated.

"Dude frisson"I said back to him with another minor jest afterwards. I really wanted this conversation over with. Pronto.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I really just regard she would of suck up me or something, I can't believe I got fucking amobarbital sodium balled this evening"Tyler said to me, looking straight into my eyes.

"What is with you and all this sex talk tonight ? This is more than usual"I finally say to him about a second later.

"I don't know, I guess in a way I'm overjealous 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"Tyler said to me. Still staring at me.

"Oh believe me, If somebody wanted to birth 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 fill up to attractive so I doubt many people are even slightly interested. I just accept it and move on to the next day knowing I still have a hand"

"dandy, that's gross"

"We both know we have said way spoilt stuff"

"I guess that is true"Tyler said back to me. His middle have never left my face and as I would face around, it didn't deter anything. This was fucking Wyrd. I finally had to take it up.

"swell, why the fuck are you staring at me ?"I said to Tyler, what I saw next was almost definitely the most scandalize thing I had ever seen. I saw Tyler push his concealment off his body to show that he was wearing nada under them. He had a wife-beater on his trunk 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 peter in my time, but none of the erect unity had been in person, only on the internet. President 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 pocket-sized that it looked Weird. The emotion on his face was of confused guilt.

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

"I don't know what I'm doing man. I feel so fucking stupid right wing now"Tyler said to me, starting to cry. All of a sudden he fell over onto the priming coat. I immediately got over to him to try to help him up. That was a stupid movement. I was about to live 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 assist 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 part a bit raspy."Do you want to have sex with me ?"

This was beyond unmapped territory for me. I was basically a sinking ship waiting to happen. I didn't cognize how to serve. If I said"No"would he ravish me ? If I said"Yes"would it be gratifying ? If I got up and ran to a Residential assistant saying my roommate was trying to rape me would he circularize out everything I told him ? There was no good answer to this question, so I chose the safest solution. The safest answer because all the answer 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 cook to go.

Tyler's dick was about 6.5 inch give or need, thankfully it was cut because I wasn't that big a fan of foreskin. Tyler took a handle of my hand and guided it down to his penis. I grabbed it with the same daintiness I hold my own and just started jacking him. It felt so weird touching another person's dick. I had done my mediocre share of jacking off over clip along with my convention onanism 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 mitt moved to my head pushing me towards his hawkshaw. I had always wondered what it would be like to blow a peter. How it would be to see a guy's hip moving back and Forth River from my side right in front of my eyes as he gains pleasure from the warm confines of my mouth. Above his shaft was a becoming amount of brown pubic hair and within the beginning match of times I was taking his dick into my mouth 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 clear attention and President Tyler did too but with the occasional grunt and groan. It would go from me having trivial mastery to me having no ascendancy when Tyler told me to get up and get nigh to the rampart. I sat down and let him straddle my fount with my point against the bulwark. This was followed with an intense face fucking academic session which ended with me almost puking. Some of his thrusts would go straight to the backbone of the mouth and some would hit my indorse teeth. He didn't seem to give 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.

"stoppage 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 lubricant or condoms ripe Myles ?"

It wasn't long before he had me rolled over on my stifle with my ass up in the air. At least he was able to snap up some of his shampoo from his shower caddy so we would suffer some variety of lube, but it was obviously not ideal. He smeared some on his finger and then ran it up and down my maw. Eventually he started poking around until he found the home run and deposit his finger deep as it could go into my hole. It hurt like absolute Hell. I had fingered myself only a few times before and the utmost time was a while ago so my ass was very sloshed. Tyler quickly added a arcsecond and then the supererogatory painful third finger before finally pulling out his digit and moving closer to me.

I could feel his penis run against my ass. He tried pushing and missed the German mark, on the second gear try he pierced my insides making my good sense of pain go close to overdrive. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt, but a minute later it had already subsided by three after part. It never didn't scathe but I could actually see why underside enjoyed being fucked. It was obvious why tops liked it based on the sounds of moaning and joy that John Tyler was experiencing. I don't know how retentive I was there getting fucked, we only did Doggy-Style. Eventually though, it was plain that Tyler was getting close to cumming. His grunts were getting more shop and overall he was getting faster in the pumping of his dick into my ass. I could feel the elbow grease from his body dripping down onto my own and I could get a line his mouth right next to my ear panting and moaning. This was how I was losing my virginity and part of me was not mad about it.

The bit 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 gaudy grunting moan. I couldn't feel anything different in my ass, just that there was still a tool 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 ground. Sorry soul who has to clean house these floors after we leave. Tyler didn't say a word, he just walked over to the door, checked it was locked, and climbed up on his bed. I wanted to scavenge 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 dupe of a sexual rape that I didn't actually mind. I do love John Tyler Grayson, did I want to be raped by him ? Not really, but I did need to have sex with him. I can't get that out of my chief. I wanted it and I got it, just not in the best of cases.

The next cockcrow I could tell that Tyler was guilty about the entire thing, 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 rule roomie. A few weeks later we both left the residence hall building for the summer, we would be going our separate ways only to see each early 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 .