The roommate

share 1 : Before John Tyler

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

Coming out of high school I was socially awkward, that has not changed much, but nevertheless out of high schoolhouse I didn't really hump what college would entail. I've heard all the history about"go out every night, get sot, and bang girls"from unnumbered movies and to be completely honorable, all those three things didn't ingathering to me in the slightest. I am a lone gay guy that has no interest in drinking or anything else that inhibits me. The claim opposite of what those stories have in mind. So going in, it was going to be an sake experience to see how real number college was like.

So the summertime moved on and I didn't really bother trying to get money. I just laid back knowing that starting in the downfall, I would be past the hell of heights school day and into the Inferno of college. perdition to Hell, Fun times. Eventually it came metre when I would feel out what dorm I was in and more importantly who my roomie would be.

Myles Stephan Wagner, dorm : Woody Herman, room : 471, Roommate : Shawn Michael Harper, sound routine : , email : SMHHarper @ ( email ) .com

I was ecstatic when I saw Herman residence hall. 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 numeral 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 response. I emailed again. No response. I emailed a third time. No response.

I looked on facebook for a Ted Shawn Harper and all I found was the ex-NFL player and zippo about a freshman header into my college. I did find an fair build, tall, skinny whiteness kid with longsighted tomentum 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 house and labour the minute and a one-half it takes to get to campus. I drove my white car, my dad in his atomic number 47 Minivan, and my sister in her small red car. A smooth drive boilers suit, listened to a bit of Shawn Mendes and a few other creative person on the way. Eventually we arrived at the brick firm that we owned in my college town.

My babe had gone to school here for her 4 year degree and my dad bought a sign for her to live in once I had decided to go there. It was unplanned brilliance that when my sister left college I would be walking into it. Of form, the big exit was that entrant have to exist in the dorm so it came to authorise that later I would be walking into the Herman dorm building asking for my room key.

Eventually I got my roomkey and I went up two flying of stair to get to my elbow room. My way is on the quaternary level, but the lobby is on the second. I went down the depart hallway and the irregular door on the left read 471. On the door were two lilliputian comic book explosion pictures with"Myles Wagner"and"Ted Shawn harpist"written on them. I knocked on the door, thinking maybe Ted Shawn was inside. No response. A common theme I had associated with Shawn at this point. After about 10 seconds, I put the key in the lock and turned it. The key easily opened the curl 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 respectable face because the door opened to the decent slope 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 to the lowest degree it was all in there. My roommate had still not showed up.

Eventually we left to go take hold of food from a local anesthetic 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 sensitive and asking him what his gens was, I just passed by him and went down the stairs. I didn't really say much to my family about seeing him, and didn't pay a great deal attention to it. We would get everything figured out on our own prison term. 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 edifice for the low gear meter by myself was Weird, but then I entered my dormitory elbow room. cipher was on the other bed. nix was on the desk. zilch was in the storage locker. 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 little bit. I was very disconnected 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 email list. He had dropped out before he even started, and that meant that I had a dorm room to myself. Now this, I did not expect.

So school went on and I quickly adapted to dorm way life. I would hear all these narration about people getting into fusses with their roommates and sometimes I would gloat about not having to plow with one. Honestly, I was kinda living the life, well as much as you can survive the life being a freshman in college.

In price of my sexuality, I've known I was gay since 8th grad, but I am still to this day a closeted someone. I didn't really want to deal with the drama of coming out, at the Sami fourth dimension I did want to get sex, but not coming out takes anteriority. I knew if I had a roomie, I would have got come out to him eventually and to be completely honest, I had phantasy about what me and Shawn would have done in that student residence way. But as Shawn didn't want to come to shoal, I did what I pleased in that hall room.

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

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

Part 2 : first-class honours degree impinging

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 King so I left my room, went down my hallway and down the opposite way from my hallway. Eventually I was met by the door to the stairway I had traversed a the great unwashed of times during that semester. The stairway was little a rectangle of concrete walls that had a helix staircase in the middle. As I was on the fourth floor I had to go down three flight to get to the rear story and to the parking lot.

I eventually got to my car and drove across Town to beefburger King. I ordered my food, paid honestly way too lots money, and left beefburger King heading back to the residence hall. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a inkiness hand truck pulling into the lot at the Sami time. I didn't pay it very much aid. I eventually found a spot in the lot ( amazing for around 6 p.m. ) and got out my car and headed back to the doorway 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.

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

I held the door, not being a mean person, and let him in the threshold. The guy seemed cute. spiritualist length hair, around six animal foot, ordinary soma, all in all a nice body.

"Thanks"he said to me.

"No problem"I said back.

I started walking up the step and he followed me. I had no approximation 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 piddle effortless conversation.

"Nah, Burger power"I said back.

"Ah aplomb, Cool"he said.

Eventually, we both got to the fourth floor and we kept on walking down the hall. We also both turned the corner. We literally lived in the Lapplander 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 food. I also may of masturbated to a encephalon range of a function 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 tick his social media.

I don't know what it is about me but in my life, the cute boys had always not had a social media presence. It is a very annoying part of being attracted to them. The only thing worse than that is not even knowing the cute guy wire name. A couple Clarence Day later I went down the hallway and did some looking at public figure on doors, of course on the threshold to the way he lived in, the names had been taken down. Just my freaking luck. I could've looked at the emails the R.A. sent us but looking through 60 epithet didn't flavour 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 rectify side hallway, initiative room access on the rightfield. In my dorm we had a pod bathroom arrangement where 6 rooms plowshare a privy. We also have a no-alcohol policy on campus. It's amazing which privy had the most boozer potable found in the food waste. The R.A. would publish email after electronic mail saying that he found More alcohol in his pod's bathroom and it really was a one person causes everyone to be in problem scenario. Eventually it got to the tip when Seth didn't think that he couldn't control the intact level by himself.

This is my openhanded disdain with him.

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

From : Matthew May

To : Tyler Grayson, Myles Wilhelm Richard Wagner, etc.

Subject : way Consolidation

Hello !

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

Thanks,

Matthew May, Director of Woody Herman dorm

My initiative response to this electronic mail was obvious. What the fuck. I have been alone in my dorm room for over a semester now and it has gone just swimmingly, and because they want to save some money, they want me to have a stupefied piece of tail roommate. I would be lying if I said I wasn't pissed. Then I looked in the email's recipient. Who the fuck is President Tyler Grayson ?

A Facebook search later returned a resolution that I was not expecting. Holy 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 categories for being nonpareil for me.

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

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

From : Tyler Grayson

To : Myles Wagner

bailiwick : Moving

Hey Myles,

Im Tyler. I 'm the former 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 quell on this floor or if you had somewhere else in mind in the way of moving to another level. Just let me know when you get the chance.

Thanks,

John Tyler



I responded back.

Hey Tyler,

I was planning to stay put on this floor, so if you are staying as well, Either you have to motivate to my way 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 clip to pay him a sojourn. I walked down the hall until I reached the room access that correlated with the email. I knocked and sure enough Tyler answered. I entered the room.



"So how is this going to lick ?"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 low chuckle."Anyways… as you can see I have a couch and everything else, I don't really want to move it"

"It's fine. It's fine. I can run into this room, I definitely have to a lesser extent hooey than you"I said back.

I looked at him, his average physique just at the properly layer. Not fat but not buff either. Just a typical 19 year old boy. The decently long chocolate-brown fuzz with small bam almost reaching his oculus. The eyes introducing me to an absolutely gorgeous face. I value faces in condition of innocence, at this glimpse, President Tyler looked innocent as fuck.

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

Moving was an absolute chore because it was only me and Tyler doing all the lifting. Of all matter though the biggest pain in the ass was lowering the bed from the top contribution of the lofted bottom back down to the floor. It literally took us 20 minutes because the school bought very gimcrack seam for the dorms. The merely silver lining was that I did get to see John Tyler sweating which was attractive. I am lucky I don't spring random fuckup to the slightest sexual thing, very lucky.

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

President Tyler and Me had completely different richly school experiences. I went to a decently large high school school of 1200 scholar ( 250 per graduating socio-economic class ), Tyler went to a school where his graduating class with 27. I did medicine and theatre in high schoolhouse, John Tyler did sportswoman in high school. Tyler had a girlfriend from senior high shoal, I didn't really say much in reception to that. I told him about my home life. About how my mom had died of cancer during my junior twelvemonth of heights 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 world-class time if I was gay. Of grade, I said I wasn't and then brushed that part of the conversation to the side. I was not coming out to him… at least not yet. Every so often we would get into deep talks about order or politics, he was a Democrat so he had that going for the both of us, but usually we would just blab out about our own past. Then I saw an ad for a picture on YouTube. The movie was a lineament film featuring the write up of a gay someone. Something that really interested me. Obviously Tyler was less enthused. Of course a distich 24-hour interval later I saw the book in WalMart and bought it. I had no idea how sinewy purchasing a record could be.

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

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

"Yes"I said back.

John L. H. Down the rabbit hole I went.



Part 4 :"Interesting"talking

A dorm building is an interesting position to go. During the few months I lived in the same elbow room as President Tyler we talked about many things. A lot of football, a lot of old stories from school and for some understanding we talked about sex… a lot. John Tyler is definitely straight, there is no doubt about that. Literally half the things I would said that revolve around gay stuff would establish him require to change the subject because he didn't feel well-to-do. One day we were talking about stuff and I said something that made him mad.

"Go suck a dick"he said. It's a common idiomatic expression that a guy says to another when they are annoyed. Usually the someone that it is directed to just shoves it off, but of course I am not normal. After the quartern time he said it, I had an thought. I was ready to make him feel awkward as fuck.

"Please"I said back.

President Tyler looked up surprised and disjointed. 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 experience uncanny"He said to me. He then climbed up to his bed and put his headphone in his ears. Conversation over.

That was just the tip of the berg though, we had many more talks that only a true guy and a gay guy could have got. It is amazing how a good deal our point of view on things differ.

One day I got a catch on Snapchat from John Tyler, the characterisation was of a white fluid on the wall of the communal shower. It was obviously cum. This happened in midsection Feb and we were still talking about it in the thick 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 cubicle, he didn't evidence me this until the succeeding sunup when I told him I thought I saw cum on the floor of the potty stall. We never confirmed who the shower jacker was, but the odds were on the Wyrd guy across the manse from us. Our nickname for him was Druggy because we were pretty sure he did some kind of illegal drug. Probably cocaine or something.

Our corridor had some interest the great unwashed, but the most important in our conversations were the aforementioned Druggy and the guy next threshold Jacob. Now Francois Jacob was a cool as a Cucumis sativus kinda guy, but he was superintendent feminine. We never really sing much, although Tyler would always joke that when he was gone Francois Jacob would number over and we would make out. That was not the case obviously, but it became a recurring joke in Tyler's repertoire. The roommate of Druggy and Jacob were actually jolly cool masses that I had actually grown to know via music material but I never caught on with the actual two.

One of my favorite memories was when me and John Tyler made an integral casting for the picture show"The Shower Jack"and casted all the people in our area. I was Kevin James, St. John the Apostle was Kanye West, Druggy was Owen Edmund Wilson. It was a goodness prison term. We would sometimes blab belatedly 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 incline habit of writing fanfiction. I kinda dug myself into a maw until Tyler told me to narrate him everything that I had written, but he felt like if he looked it up he would've had to burn his telephone set, so I only gave him the outlines.

It was early April when one of the rum part of our talks came into situation. Tyler had a few friends on his floor and one of them happened to be roommates with a very openly gay guy named Fred. Apparently Tyler's admirer walked in on them snuggling in bed. Tyler's booster left soon after and when he came back later, he found them both in the bed asleep. Fred had his shirt off. The adjacent forenoon he confessed that they had had some fun.

I don't know why the fuck President Tyler's admirer would recite 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 point than I would've expected. All I can say is that the openly gay guy's roommate is a fucking pecker. That's not even the end of the story though.

Literally the following day I left the dorm to grab food 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 threshold, Fred was there walking towards the stairs in the middle of the student residence. The same direction I was going to be going. I knew it was him but I didn't really think more than of it than it was kinda funny.

On every level of the dorm there is a general study area with a few Edward Douglas White Jr. boards for people to go in and try to actually study for their tryout in a well-timed 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 fuck universe.

I looked at him and he shifted his oculus 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 headway in a yes motility. 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 causa. Quickly after I returned to my dormitory room I texted him saying that"That Probably looked first-rate sketch"

"Yes… Yes it did"he replied back.

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

Part 5 : The Non-starter entrant

It was getting near the end of the semester and I had told Tyler basically everything about me. Tyler has told me tid bits here and there including that he has a gay cousin who always has his fellow cum inside him. That was an matter to 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 often attention to it.

President Tyler had by now been dating his girlfriend for at least 3 years ( I didn't look into the exact date ) and they seemed to be going strong as ever. She doesn't go to my college instead going to the big Division I schooling in the area. I would very often walk into the dormroom seeing Tyler on his sound facetiming her. It also happens that she is the first and to my knowledge only soul 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 workweek prior that he wouldn't be around, as if I would really care, and certainly enough on that Wednesday he wasn't anywhere near my college town. I saw on his Snapchat narrative that they were chilling at his menage with a nice steak dinner. I'm not the biggest snoop when it comes to relationships as it doesn't interest me to a huge degree, but I never mind seeing two people that are felicitous. I assumed it all went well and to my knowledge it had.

Later that night I did my usual subroutine, get in bed and masturbate. I don't know why but I don't masturbate by the monetary standard jack-off. Instead, while wearing underclothes and shorts/pants, forcefulness my fingerbreadth the head of my penis through the habiliment. I'm sure it made the nerves not as responsive but it is way more concealable and more importantly to me, way Thomas More dry 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 underdrawers or pants there would be a cum stain, but I usually just put on another twain of shortstop before I went out to fix that issue.

It was about 8 p.m. or so when I heard a roast on the door. 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 screening over me so the stain was invisible. Although something I did not expect happened. Behind him walked in his girl 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 nonpareil spot for first depression. Soon enough though she left and it was just me and Tyler in the room like normal. I did express 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 svelte stab 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 uncanny expression on his face."I'm honestly open to anything, my pipe dream is to be somebody's first ass that they fuck. That would be amazing ''

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

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

I didn't know what to say back.

"At least you attempted, I wouldn't attempt 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 grinning. I tacked on a small laugh to try to get the topic over with. Tyler kept going.

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

"You do have a Holy Writ in your press"I said to him with a slight tinge of smugliness.

"We're nooky teenagers, waiting until married couple is the conclusion generation thing, not us"he said back starting to voice Thomas More and Sir Thomas More exasperated.

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

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

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

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

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

"wealthy person you heard of condoms ?"I said back to him in a flying rebuttal.

"That's middling 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 header"President Tyler said.

"Enjoy it"I said laughing as if I didn't just cower myself to the breaking point 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 absorb me or something, I can't believe I got fucking blue air balled tonight"John Tyler said to me, looking straight into my eyes.

"What is with you and all this sex talk 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 jealous of your passing stance on sex. You just act like you will involve it when it presents itself and are not waiting to pork somebody the start fortune you get. Or I guess based on our conversation earlier, get porked"President Tyler said to me. Still staring at me.

"Oh believe me, If individual wanted to have got sex with me and I found them even relatively attractive, I may say yes."I said back to John Tyler."I just know that I'm not even close to attractive so I doubt many people are even slightly interested. I just accept it and move on to the future day knowing I still have a handwriting"

"fellow, that's gross"

"We both know we have said way bad stuff"

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

"Dude, why the fuck are you staring at me ?"I said to President Tyler, what I saw next was almost definitely the most scandalize thing I had ever seen. I saw Tyler push his blanket off his trunk to show that he was wearing nothing 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 cock in my prison term, but none of the raise ones had been in person, only on the internet. Tyler's was in that point between severe and flacid, but it was still pretty tidy. It fit his body, not being too big or too small that it looked Wyrd. The emotion on his face was of mixed-up guilty conscience.

"Dude… what the do it"I said to him. He quickly used his hands to cover his dick.

"I don't know what I'm doing man. I feel so fucking stupid rightfulness now"John 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 dullard move. I was about to get something I never thought would befall to me.

Chapter 6 : Bye Bye Virginity

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

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

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

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

John Tyler's dick was about 6.5 inches give or take, thankfully it was cut because I wasn't that big a fan of foreskin. President Tyler took a keep of my hired man and guided it down to his member. I grabbed it with the Lapp delicacy I hold my own and just started jacking him. It felt so unearthly touching another person's dick. I had done my comely share of jacking off over clock time along with my formula masturbation 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 men moved to my head teacher pushing me towards his putz. I had always wondered what it would be like to suck a dick. How it would be to see a guy's pelvis moving back and Forth River from my side right in battlefront of my middle as he addition joy from the ardent confines of my mouth. Above his putz was a enough amount of John Brown pubic hair and within the first couple of metre I was taking his dick into my mouth I was already being forced to deepthroat him via President Tyler placing his hired man on my chief forcing me down farther. Throughout all of this I had stayed mainly quiet not wanting to gain aid and President Tyler did too but with the occasional oink and moans. It would go from me having niggling control condition to me having no control when Tyler told me to get up and get closer to the wall. I sat down and let him straddle my face with my read/write head against the paries. This was followed with an intense fount fucking seance which ended with me almost puking. Some of his thrusts would go straight to the rear of the sass and some would hit my back dentition. He didn't seem to care and I couldn't do anything to stop that voice 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 consistency. He then looked down at me."You realize that we don't have any lube or safety right Myles ?"

It wasn't long before he had me rolled over on my knees with my ass up in the air. At least he was able to snaffle some of his shampoo from his shower bath caddy so we would deliver some kind of lubricant, but it was obviously not ideal. He smeared some on his digit and then ran it up and down my trap. Eventually he started poking around until he found the mark and stuck his digit deep as it could go into my muddle. It hurt like absolute hell. I had fingered myself only a few sentence before and the last time was a while ago so my ass was very tight. Tyler quickly added a 2d and then the extra afflictive third fingerbreadth before finally pulling out his fingers and moving cheeseparing to me.

I could sense his penis run against my ass. He tried pushing and missed the mark, on the secondment try he pierced my interior making my senses of infliction go close to overdrive. It hurt like zilch I had ever felt, but a moment later it had already subsided by three quarters. It never didn't hurt but I could actually see why stern enjoyed being fucked. It was obvious why tiptop liked it based on the auditory sensation of moaning and joy that John Tyler was experiencing. I don't recognize how long I was there getting fucked, we only did Doggy-Style. Eventually though, it was manifest that Tyler was getting close to cumming. His grunt were getting more frequent and overall he was getting faster in the pumping of his gumshoe into my ass. I could experience the sweat from his body dripping down onto my own and I could hear his mouth right next to my ear heaving and moaning. This was how I was losing my virginity and part of me was not mad about it.

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

I couldn't see the liquidity 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 thighs onto the ground. Sorry person who has to clean house these level after we leave. Tyler didn't say a word, he just walked over to the room access, checked it was locked, and climbed up on his bed. I wanted to houseclean myself but when I went near the door President Tyler wouldn't let me.

"Go to bed"Tyler said in an aggravated tone of voice. I obeyed his orderliness. I got in my bed covered in effort and cum, this was what I was. This was what it felt like to be a dupe of a intimate assault that I didn't actually mind. I do love Tyler Grayson, did I want to be raped by him ? Not really, but I did want to have sex with him. I can't get that out of my caput. I wanted it and I got it, just not in the best of cases.

The adjacent morning I could separate that John 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 roommate. A few weeks later we both left the hall building for the summer, we would be going our break up ways only to see each other a few multiplication around campus. I never said anything about what happened to me to anybody. It was just between us and honestly, that's how it should stay .