The roommate

division 1 : Before Tyler

Where do I begin when it comes to Tyler Grayson ? Before I met him would be a good 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 know what college would implicate. I've heard all the stories about"go out every night, get drunk, and get it on girls"from countless motion-picture show and to be completely good, all those three things didn't prayer to me in the slightest. I am a lone gay guy that has no sake in boozing or anything else that inhibits me. The claim opposite of what those stories have in nous. 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 autumn, I would be past the hellhole of high school and into the hell on earth of college. Hell to nether region, Fun times. Eventually it came time when I would find out what dorm I was in and more importantly who my roommate would be.

Myles Stephan Wagner, hall : Woody Herman, Room : 471, Roommate : Shawn Michael Harper, Phone Number : , e-mail : SMHHarper @ ( email ) .com

I was rapturous when I saw Herman hall. That was exactly the hall I wanted to get into. I was a bit discomfited 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 roommate for the upcoming year. How are you ?"to him.

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

I looked on facebook for a Shawn Harper and all I found was the ex-NFL instrumentalist and nothing about a freshman heading into my college. I did feel an average anatomy, tall, skinny E. B. White kid with recollective hair named Michael harpist 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 firm and aim the minute and a half it takes to get to campus. I drove my white car, my dad in his Silver Minivan, and my sister in her small-scale red car. A smooth driveway overall, listened to a bit of Shawn Mendes and a few early creative person on the way. Eventually we arrived at the brick house that we owned in my college town.

My babe had gone to school here for her 4 year degree and my dad bought a house for her to live in once I had decided to go there. It was unintentional brilliance that when my sister left college I would be walking into it. Of course, the big issue was that freshman have to subsist in the student residence so it came to devolve that later I would be walking into the Woody Herman hall edifice asking for my room key.

Eventually I got my roomkey and I went up two flights of stairs to get to my room. My room is on the fourth floor, but the lobby is on the second. I went down the go forth hallway and the instant doorway on the left read 471. On the door were two lilliputian comic book explosion pictures with"Myles Wagner"and"Shawn Harper"written on them. I knocked on the doorway, thinking maybe Shawn was inside. No solution. A common paper I had associated with Shawn at this item. After about 10 sec, I put the key in the lock chamber and turned it. The key easily opened the lock chamber and the handgrip turned.

I walked into my dormitory 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 slope because the door opened to the right wing side of the way so less luck to be embarrassed. Eventually we had everything from the car into the room, goose egg 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 take hold of food from a local mexican eating place and on the way out I saw a guy who looked just like the guy named Michael harpist 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 crime syndicate about seeing him, and didn't pay much care 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 construction for the kickoff time by myself was weird, but then I entered my dorm elbow room. Nothing was on the other bed. Nothing was on the desk. Nothing was in the cabinet. Nobody had been in this way besides me two hours 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.

Shawn Michael Harper never came to the dormroom. He never responded to my email. He wasn't on the school e-mail tilt. 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 day went on and I quickly adapted to dorm room life. I would get a line all these floor about multitude getting into fusses with their roommate and sometimes I would gloat about not having to deal with one. Honestly, I was kinda living the life, well as much as you can last the aliveness being a newbie in college.

In term of my gender, I've known I was gay since 8th course, but I am still to this day a closeted somebody. I didn't really want to deal with the drama of coming out, at the same time I did need to stimulate sex, but not coming out takes priority. 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 school, I did what I pleased in that dorm room.

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

My first semester was a very smooth experience overall, and being a fresher meant that the food homage was a common excursion. But sometimes, I wanted to get fast intellectual nourishment because I really wasn't feeling the commons that day.

Part 2 : first-class honours degree Contact

One day, I was feeling like going out to get some fast food. I had quickly determined that I wanted some chicken sandwiches from Warren E. Burger king so I left my room, went down my hall and down the opposite way from my hall. Eventually I was met by the doorway to the staircase I had traversed a hoi polloi of times during that semester. The stairway was small a rectangle of concrete rampart that had a spiral staircase in the center. As I was on the fourth level I had to go down three flights to get to the can base and to the parking lot.

I eventually got to my car and tug across town to Burger King. I ordered my solid food, paid honestly way too lots money, and left Burger B. B. King heading back to the dormitory. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a blackamoor truck pulling into the lot at the same time. I didn't pay it often 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 doorway closed though I heard a person call out.

"Hold the Door !"the guy said in a slight panic.

I held the threshold, not being a hateful somebody, and let him in the room access. The guy seemed cute. Medium duration hair, around six animal foot, average human body, all in all a nice body.

"Thanks"he said to me.

"No trouble"I said back.

I started walking up the stairs and he followed me. I had no estimate 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 micturate casual conversation.

"Nah, Burger male monarch"I said back.

"Ah aplomb, aplomb"he said.

Eventually, we both got to the fourth floor and we kept on walking down the hallway. We also both turned the recess. We literally lived in the same hall. As I stopped by my door I watched as he walked down the hallway stopped at a door opened it and went in. I don't know if he saw me watching him, but I just went in my own room and ate food. I also may of masturbated to a brain prototype of him but that's besides the decimal point. I quickly realized that I had no estimate what his name was and therefore I couldn't even check his sociable media.

I don't know what it is about me but in my life, the cute male child had always not had a social media presence. It is a very annoying division of being attracted to them. The solitary thing worse than that is not even knowing the cute guy cable name. A couple daylight later I went down the hallway and did some looking at names on doorway, of course on the door to the elbow room he lived in, the names had been taken down. Just my freaking luck. I could've looked at the electronic mail the R.A. sent us but looking through 60 epithet didn't feel worth it.

On my level, there was only one R.A.. Seth. Big boned, big republican, I'm not a big fan. He lived in the right slope hallway, initiatory door on the right. In my student residence we had a pod bathroom scheme where 6 way share a john. We also have a no-alcohol policy on campus. It's amazing which bathroom had the most alcohol-dependent drink found in the garbage. The R.A. would save email after email saying that he found more alcohol in his pod's toilet and it really was a one individual causes everyone to be in difficulty scenario. Eventually it got to the level when Set didn't think that he couldn't control the stallion flooring by himself.

This is my biggest disdain with him.

Classes had just resumed after our winter break, I still had a room to myself. Everything was going large. Then the e-mail came.

From : Matthew May

To : John Tyler Grayson, Myles Otto Wagner, etc.

subject area : Room Consolidation

hi !

persona of Dorm Protocol is to consolidate rooms to two multitude per room. As being character of the receiver of this email you have been placed in a solo elbow room and will be moved to bear two per room.

Thanks,

St. Matthew the Apostle May, theater director of Herman dormitory

My foremost reaction to this electronic mail was obvious. What the shag. 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 screwing roomy. I would be lying if I said I wasn't pissed. Then I looked in the electronic mail's recipient role. Who the fuck is Tyler Grayson ?

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

Part 3 : Each Other

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

Then it dawned on me. SOB. 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 workweek after the electronic mail was sent, another came in saying that we had to be moved in with the roommate within a week. 30 second later I had an electronic mail from Tyler in my inbox.

From : President Tyler Grayson

To : Myles Wagner

guinea pig : Moving

Hey Myles,

Im Tyler. I 'm the other 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 delay on this base or if you had somewhere else in mind in the way of moving to another floor. Just let me know when you get the prospect.

Thanks,

Tyler



I responded back.

Hey Tyler,

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

Thanks,

Myles



The emails continued and they slowly got less and less professional. Eventually he told me that he lived down the hallway, where I knew he lived. It was time to pay him a visit. I walked down the hall until I reached the door that correlated with the electronic mail. I knocked and trusted enough John 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 diminished chuckle."Anyways… as you can see I have a redact and everything else, I don't really want to propel it"

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

I looked at him, his average body-build just at the right layer. Not fat but not buff either. Just a typical 19 year old boy. The decently farseeing brown fuzz with small blast almost reaching his optic. The heart introducing me to an absolutely gorgeous face. I value faces in terms of innocence, at this glimpse, John 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 John Tyler doing all the lifting. Of all things though the biggest infliction 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 instant because the school bought very cheap seam for the dorms. The lonesome silver lining was that I did get to see Tyler sweating which was attractive. I am favorable I don't spring random boners to the slightest sexual thing, very lucky.

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

Tyler and Me had completely dissimilar luxuriously school experiences. I went to a decently heavy gamy school of 1200 scholarly person ( 250 per graduating social class ), Tyler went to a schooling where his graduating class with 27. I did music and dramatics in high schooling, Tyler did summercater in gamey school. Tyler had a girlfriend from high school, I didn't really say much in response to that. I told him about my home base living. About how my mom had died of Cancer the Crab during my junior class of luxuriously school and that my baby 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 1st prison term if I was gay. Of path, I said I wasn't and then brushed that share of the conversation to the side. I was not coming out to him… at least not yet. Every so often we would get into mystifying talks about social club or political relation, 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 movie was a feature motion-picture show featuring the story of a gay person. Something that really interested me. Obviously President Tyler was less enthused. Of course of instruction a couple days later I saw the book in WalMart and bought it. I had no idea how hefty buying a book could be.

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

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

"Yes"I said back.

down the rabbit hole I went.



Part 4 :"Interesting"talks

A dorm building is an interesting property to live. During the few months I lived in the same elbow room as Tyler we talked about many things. A lot of football, a lot of old stories from schooltime and for some grounds we talked about sex… a lot. Tyler is definitely straight, there is no dubiety about that. Literally half the things I would said that revolve around gay stuff would shit him want to shift the subject because he didn't feel comfortable. One day we were talking about stuff and I said something that made him mad.

"Go suck a tool"he said. It's a vulgar phrase that a guy says to another when they are annoyed. Usually the mortal that it is directed to just stuff it off, but of course I am not rule. After the quaternary time he said it, I had an theme. I was gear up to make him palpate awkward as fuck.

"Please"I said back.

Tyler looked up surprised and confused. He stared at me with a"what did you just say"aspect before he put it together. He waited a good ten irregular 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 auricle. Conversation over.

That was just the tip of the iceberg though, we had many More talks that only a unbowed guy and a gay guy could have. It is amazing how a great deal our point of view on things differ.

One day I got a cracking on Snapchat from Tyler, the picture was of a ashen fluid on the wall of the communal shower. It was obviously semen. This happened in middle february and we were still talking about it in the midst of April. It wasn't even cleaned up for about two month. There was also the time where President Tyler was in the rain shower and he heard a groan from one of the stalls, he didn't tell me this until the next morning when I told him I thought I saw cum on the floor of the toilet stalling. We never confirmed who the shower bath jacker was, but the odds were on the uncanny guy across the Hall from us. Our nickname for him was Druggy because we were pretty certainly he did some sort of illegal drug. Probably cocaine or something.

Our corridor had some interesting multitude, but the most important in our conversations were the aforesaid Druggy and the guy next door Francois Jacob. Now Jacob was a cool as a cucumber kinda guy, but he was super feminine. We never really talked much, although Tyler would always jest that when he was gone Jacob would come over and we would lie with. That was not the case obviously, but it became a recurring joke in Tyler's repertory. The roommates of Druggy and Jacob were actually pretty cool the great unwashed that I had actually grown to roll in the hay via medicine stuff but I never caught on with the actual two.

One of my favored storage was when me and Tyler made an entire cast for the movie"The shower bath Jack"and casted all the mass in our expanse. I was Kevin James, John was Kanye West, Druggy was Robert Owen Charles Thomson Rees Wilson. It was a secure fourth dimension. We would sometimes babble former into the dark, one clock time even going as late as 2 a.m. when we both had class early in the first light.

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

It was early April when one of the unmated component part of our talks came into situation. Tyler had a few friends on his base and one of them happened to be roommates with a very openly gay guy named Fred. Apparently Tyler's friend walked in on them snuggling in bed. Tyler's ally 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 acquaintance 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 Sir Thomas More contingent than I would've expected. All I can say is that the openly gay guy's roommate is a fucking prick. That's not even the end of the chronicle though.

Literally the future day I left the student residence to grab nutrient as pattern and then walked through the game staircase to get back to the 4th story. The only when thing was that when I got to the doorway, Fred was there walking towards the stairs in the middle of the dorm. The Lapplander 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 general study area with a few white instrument panel 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 top view of him. It must of looked like the most sketchy thing in the screwing 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 shake 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 room I texted him saying that"That Probably looked first-rate vignette"

"Yes… Yes it did"he replied back.

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

division 5 : The Non-starter crank

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

Tyler had by now been dating his girlfriend for at least 3 days ( I didn't check the exact date ) and they seemed to be going unassailable as ever. She doesn't go to my college instead going to the big Division 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 for the first time and to my knowledge only somebody Tyler outed me to without my license, so that was annoying. I got over it though.

During the middle of April, Tyler had made a engagement with her to keep 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 tale that they were chilling at his house with a squeamish steak dinner. I'm not the biggest snoop when it comes to relationships as it doesn't involvement me to a huge arcdegree, but I never mind seeing two people that are happy. I assumed it all went well and to my cognition it had.

Later that nighttime I did my usual function, get in bed and masturbate. I don't know why but I don't masturbate by the standard jack-off. Instead, while wearing underclothes and shorts/pants, force play my fingers the head of my penis through the vesture. I'm sure it made the heart not as responsive 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 only bad part about that is that if I was wearing bright colored shorts or pants there would be a cum stain, but I usually just put on another twosome of shorts before I went out to fix that issue.

It was about 8 p.m. or so when I heard a knock on the doorway. I assumed it was John 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 smirch was inconspicuous. Although something I did not anticipate happened. Behind him walked in his girlfriend and that took me completely off guard. I was not warned even slightly and now I looked like a sweaty mess in my bed. Not the most nonesuch place for first notion. Soon enough though she left and it was just me and John Tyler in the way like normal. I did express my wrath 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"President Tyler said to me.

"Top or derriere ?"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 aspiration 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 mouth was said.

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

I didn't know what to say back.

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

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

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

"We're screw teen, waiting until wedding is the conclusion generation matter, not us"he said back starting to sound more and Thomas More exasperated.

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you heard of condoms ?"I said back to him in a quickly 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 picture is stuck in my capitulum"John Tyler said.

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

Once again it was at to the lowest degree a good thirty proceedings 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 amobarbital sodium balled tonight"John 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 overjealous of your casual posture on sex. You just act like you will take it when it presents itself and are not waiting to pork mortal the first chance you get. Or I guess based on our conversation earlier, get porked"John Tyler said to me. Still staring at me.

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

"gallant, that's complete"

"We both know we have said way uncollectible stuff"

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

"beau, why the fuck 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 Tyler push his cover version off his torso to show that he was wearing nothing under them. He had a wife-beater on his torso and that was it. Nothing below the permissive waste. 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 erect 1 had been in person, only on the net. Tyler's was in that stage between hard and flacid, but it was still pretty goodish. It fit his body, not being too big or too small that it looked weird. The emotion on his facial expression was of broken guiltiness.

"Dude… what the fuck"I said to him. He quickly used his script to cut across his dick.

"I don't know what I'm doing man. I feel so fucking stupid 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 assist him up. That was a stupid move. I was about to have something I never thought would hap to me.

Chapter 6 : Bye Bye Virginity

Tyler put his hired man 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 part a bit raspy."Do you want to have sex with me ?"

This was beyond uncharted territory for me. I was basically a sinking ship waiting to happen. I didn't bonk how to answer. If I said"No"would he rape 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 unfold out everything I told him ? There was no good resolution to this question, so I chose the safe answer. The safest solution because all the answers were bad answers.

"Yes"I said back to Tyler. His centre 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 hawkshaw was about 6.5 column inch give or deal, thankfully it was cut because I wasn't that big a fan of prepuce. Tyler took a hold of my mitt and guided it down to his fellow member. I grabbed it with the same fragility I hold my own and just started jacking him. It felt so weird touching another person's dick. I had done my fair share of jacking off over clock time along with my pattern onanism substance abuse, but feeling another dick was just purely exhilarating, Of course I would've rather done it in a more consensual organisation, 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 capitulum pushing me towards his dick. I had always wondered what it would be like to give suck a pecker. How it would be to see a guy's pelvis moving back and Forth River from my fount right in front of my middle as he addition pleasure from the warm confines of my mouth. Above his putz was a decent measure of dark-brown pubic hair and within the first couple of times I was taking his tool into my mouth I was already being forced to deepthroat him via John Tyler placing his script on my fountainhead forcing me down farther. Throughout all of this I had stayed mainly quiesce not wanting to get ahead tending and Tyler did too but with the occasional oink and groan. It would go from me having little control condition to me having no command when President Tyler told me to get up and get stuffy to the wall. I sat down and let him straddle my cheek with my head against the wall. This was followed with an vivid face fucking sitting which ended with me almost puking. Some of his stab would go straight to the back of the mouth and some would hit my back teeth. He didn't seem to care and I couldn't do anything to block off that share if I wanted to. Eventually he pulled out because he was starting to get close.

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

It wasn't long before he had me rolled over on my knees with my ass up in the air. At to the lowest degree he was able to grab some of his shampoo from his shower caddy so we would have some variety of lubricant, 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 sign and stuck his finger's breadth deep as it could go into my hole. It hurt like absolute the pits. I had fingered myself only a few times before and the last time was a patch ago so my ass was very tight. Tyler quickly added a sec and then the extra terrible one-third finger's breadth before finally pulling out his fingerbreadth and moving closer to me.

I could feel his member run against my ass. He tried pushing and missed the sign, on the second try he pierced my inside making my senses of botheration go close to overdrive. It hurt like zip I had ever felt, but a minute later it had already subsided by three stern. It never didn't scathe 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 Tyler was experiencing. I don't love how long I was there getting fucked, we only did Doggy-Style. Eventually though, it was evident that President Tyler was getting close to cumming. His grunt were getting more frequent and overall he was getting faster in the pumping of his dick into my ass. I could feel the travail from his consistence 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 portion of me was not mad about it.

The consequence 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 ca-ca a bet I would say it was white and goopy. I felt it splash out and then run down my second joint onto the primer coat. Sorry person who has to clean these floors after we leave. John Tyler didn't say a Good Book, he just walked over to the doorway, checked it was locked, and climbed up on his bed. I wanted to houseclean myself but when I went near the door Tyler wouldn't let me.

"Go to bed"Tyler said in an aggravated tone. I obeyed his monastic order. I got in my bed covered in swither 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 lie with 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 nous. I wanted it and I got it, just not in the unspoilt of cases.

The succeeding morning I could tell that Tyler was guilty about the integral 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 normal roomie. A few workweek later we both left the dorm building for the summer, 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 .