The roomy

parting 1 : Before Tyler

Where do I get down when it comes to Tyler Grayson ? Before I met him would be a good start.

Coming out of high schooling I was socially ill-chosen, 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 account about"go out every night, get drunk, and blast girls"from countless movies and to be completely honest, all those three thing didn't appeal to me in the slightest. I am a lonely gay guy that has no interest in drinking or anything else that inhibits me. The exact opposition of what those storey have in head. So going in, it was going to be an pursuit experience to see how genuine college was like.

So the summer moved on and I didn't really bother trying to get money. I just laid back knowing that starting in the fall, I would be past the hell of high school and into the sin of college. Hell to perdition, Fun prison term. Eventually it came fourth dimension when I would observe out what dorm I was in and more importantly who my roommate would be.

Myles Stephan Wagner, student residence : Herman, Room : 471, roomy : Shawn Michael Harper, sound turn : , Email : SMHHarper @ ( e-mail ) .com

I was enraptured when I saw Herman dorm. That was exactly the hall I wanted to get into. I was a bit disappointed when I saw that Shawn had not put his speech sound identification number in the system but I still shot him an email giving the"Hey ! I'm your roommate for the approaching year. How are you ?"to him.

No response. I emailed again. No response. I emailed a tertiary time. No response.

I looked on facebook for a Shawn Harper and all I found was the ex-NFL participant and naught about a freshman heading into my college. I did get an median build, tall, penny-pinching White River kid with farsighted hair named Michael Harper which could've been him but I didn't know for sure.

Eventually move-in day came and me, my dad, and my baby left my house and repulse the 60 minutes and a one-half it takes to get to campus. I drove my white car, my dad in his Silver Minivan, and my sister in her small red car. A smooth driveway overall, listened to a bit of Shawn Mendes and a few early artist on the way. Eventually we arrived at the brick house that we owned in my college town.

My sister had gone to school here for her 4 twelvemonth level and my dad bought a house for her to go in once I had decided to go there. It was unwitting genius that when my sister left college I would be walking into it. Of grade, the big payoff was that Freshman have to live in the dorms so it came to pass that later I would be walking into the 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 elbow room. My room is on the fourth story, but the lobby is on the secondly. I went down the left hallway and the secondly door on the left read 471. On the threshold were two minuscule comic Quran explosion moving-picture show with"Myles Otto Wagner"and"Shawn Harper"written on them. I knocked on the door, thinking maybe Ted Shawn was inside. No answer. A common melodic theme I had associated with Shawn at this point. After about 10 minute, I put the key in the lock and turned it. The key easily opened the lock and the handle turned.

I walked into my dormitory room. I was first. My sister quickly walked in and placed clobber on the bed on the left wing and I just rolled with it. I mean, is the better position because the door opened to the right side of the way so less chance 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 roomy had still not showed up.

Eventually we left to go take hold of food from a local anaesthetic mexican eatery 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 kinfolk about seeing him, and didn't pay much attending to it. We would get everything figured out on our own time. So after eating, I told my dad and sister to depart me at the hall so that I could get a bit accustomed.

walk in the building for the first time by myself was weird, but then I entered my dorm way. cypher was on the former bed. Nothing was on the desk. zippo 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 petty 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 netmail list. He had dropped out before he even started, and that meant that I had a dormitory way to myself. Now this, I did not expect.

So school went on and I quickly adapted to dorm room life. I would hear all these news report about people getting into trouble with their roommate and sometimes I would triumph about not having to dole out with one. Honestly, I was kinda living the life, well as much as you can live the life being a fresher in college.

In terms of my sexuality, I've known I was gay since 8th grade, but I am still to this day a closeted mortal. I didn't really want to deal with the drama of coming out, at the Saami time I did want to have 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 descend to schoolhouse, I did what I pleased in that dorm room.

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

My first semester was a very tranquil experience boilers suit, and being a freshman meant that the nutrient court was a commons excursion. But sometimes, I wanted to get fast food for thought because I really wasn't feeling the commons that day.

theatrical role 2 : commencement Contact

One day, I was feeling like going out to get some fast intellectual nourishment. I had quickly determined that I wanted some chicken sandwiches from Warren E. Burger King so I left my way, went down my hallway and down the opposite way from my hallway. Eventually I was met by the threshold to the stairway I had traversed a the great unwashed of prison term during that semester. The stairway was little a rectangle of concrete walls that had a spiral staircase in the centre. As I was on the fourth floor I had to go down three flights to get to the bottom 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 a great deal money, and left Burger king heading back to the dorms. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a black truck pulling into the lot at the same clock time. I didn't pay it a lot 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 door that led into the staircase. I eventually made it to the threshold, used my key fob to unlock it, and went inside. Before the door closed though I heard a person vociferation out.

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

I held the room access, not being a think person, and let him in the door. The guy seemed cute. Medium length hair, around six foot, modal figure, all in all a courteous body.

"Thanks"he said to me.

"No problem"I said back.

I started walking up the stairs 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 piss casual conversation.

"Nah, Warren E. Burger male monarch"I said back.

"Ah aplomb, aplomb"he said.

Eventually, we both got to the fourth trading floor and we kept on walking down the hall. We also both turned the quoin. We literally lived in the same hallway. As I stopped by my room access I watched as he walked down the hallway stopped at a threshold 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 image of him but that's besides the stage. I quickly realized that I had no musical theme what his name was and therefore I couldn't even go over his social media.

I don't know what it is about me but in my life, the emasculated male child had always not had a social medium bearing. It is a very annoying part of being attracted to them. The exclusively affair worse than that is not even knowing the cute cat figure. A couple mean solar day later I went down the hall and did some looking at names on threshold, of track on the doorway to the room he lived in, the public figure had been taken down. Just my freaking chance. I could've looked at the electronic mail the R.A. sent us but looking through 60 name didn't smell 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 position hallway, first room access on the right hand. In my dorm 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 alcohol-dependent drink found in the food waste. The R.A. would write email after email saying that he found more alcohol in his pod's toilet and it really was a one person causes everyone to be in difficulty 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 biggest disdain with him.

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

From : St. Matthew the Apostle May

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

discipline : Room Consolidation

hi !

Part of Dorm Protocol is to consolidate suite to two masses per way. As being contribution of the receiver of this email you have been placed in a solo room and will be moved to hold two per room.

Thanks,

Matthew May, Director of Herman dorm

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

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

Part 3 : Each Other

I masturbated that Nox. No disgrace. I was about to be sharing a room with a cute guy that fit most of the family for being ideal for me.

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

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

From : Tyler Grayson

To : Myles Wilhelm Richard Wagner

Subject : Moving

Hey Myles,

Im President Tyler. I 'm the former kid on our storey with no roommate. I was just wondering if you had decided what you wanted to do with elbow room moving. If you were wanting to appease on this level or if you had somewhere else in nous in the way of moving to another floor. Just let me bang when you get the chance.

Thanks,

Tyler



I responded back.

Hey John Tyler,

I was planning to stay on this flooring, so if you are staying as well, Either you have to actuate to my room or I have to go to yours. I 'm subject 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 hallway until I reached the doorway that correlated with the e-mail. I knocked and sure enough Tyler answered. I entered the room.



"So how is this going to crop ?"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-scale chuckle."Anyways… as you can see I have a lounge and everything else, I don't really want to incite it"

"It's fine. It's amercement. I can move into this elbow room, I definitely have to a lesser extent stuff than you"I said back.

I looked at him, his ordinary physique just at the right-hand horizontal surface. Not fat but not buff either. Just a distinctive 19 year old boy. The decently farseeing Brown hair's-breadth with small hit almost reaching his eyes. The eye introducing me to an absolutely gorgeous face. I note value faces in full term of whiteness, at this glimpse, Tyler looked innocent as fuck.

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

Moving was an absolute job because it was only me and President Tyler doing all the lifting. Of all thing though the biggest pain in the ass was lowering the bed from the top part of the lofted beds back down to the base. It literally took us 20 transactions because the school bought very cheap bottom for the dorm. The only silver lining was that I did get to see Tyler sweating which was attractive. I am favorable I don't leaping random boner to the slightest intimate thing, very lucky.

Eventually though I was moved in to Tyler's room. In fact, when given the option to sleep in my old room or the new room, I chose to log Z's in the new room. Me and Tyler didn't talking much the inaugural few dark. New roomy anxiety and all that tinker's damn, but eventually we got talking.

Tyler and Me had completely unlike high gear shoal experiences. I went to a decently large senior high school of 1200 educatee ( 250 per graduating class ), Tyler went to a schooltime where his graduating class with 27. I did music and theatre in high-pitched school, Tyler did athletics in mellow school. Tyler had a girlfriend from gamy 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 year of high school and that my sister came out as gay to my dad literally two month 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 track, I said I wasn't and then brushed that part of the conversation to the position. I was not coming out to him… at least not yet. Every so often we would get into bass talks about society or politics, he was a Democrat so he had that going for the both of us, but usually we would just spill the beans about our own past. Then I saw an ad for a movie on YouTube. The picture was a characteristic picture show featuring the story of a gay person. Something that really interest me. Obviously Tyler was less enthused. Of course a couplet days later I saw the leger in WalMart and bought it. I had no approximation how right purchasing a volume could be.

The following day he noticed me reading the book 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.

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

"Yes"I said back.

down feather the coney yap I went.



Part 4 :"Interesting"talks

A student residence building is an matter to place to live. During the few calendar month I lived in the same way as President Tyler we talked about many things. A lot of football, a lot of old storey from shoal and for some reason 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 clear him need to change the subject because he didn't feeling easy. One day we were talking about poppycock and I said something that made him mad.

"Go suck a dick"he said. It's a common phrasal idiom that a guy says to another when they are annoyed. Usually the person that it is directed to just shoves it off, but of course I am not formula. After the fourth part time he said it, I had an mind. I was ready to make him feel awkward as fuck.

"Please"I said back.

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

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

That was just the tip of the berg though, we had many More dialogue that only a straight guy and a gay guy could have. It is amazing how much our viewpoints on things differ.

One day I got a cinch on Snapchat from Tyler, the picture was of a white fluid on the rampart of the communal shower. It was obviously ejaculate. This happened in middle 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 fourth dimension where Tyler was in the cascade and he heard a moan from one of the kiosk, 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 stand. We never confirmed who the shower jacker was, but the odds were on the uncanny guy across the Asaph Hall from us. Our moniker for him was Druggy because we were pretty surely he did some kind of illegal drug. Probably cocaine or something.

Our corridor had some interesting multitude, but the most crucial in our conversations were the aforementioned Druggy and the guy succeeding room access Francois Jacob. Now Francois Jacob was a chill as a cucumber kinda guy, but he was tiptop feminine. We never really verbalize much, although Tyler would always jest that when he was gone Jacob would come over and we would do it. That was not the example obviously, but it became a recurring prank in Tyler's repertoire. The roommates of Druggy and Francois Jacob were actually pretty cool people that I had actually grown to know via music stuff but I never caught on with the literal two.

One of my favorite storage was when me and Tyler made an entire casting for the flick"The Shower Jack"and casted all the citizenry in our area. I was Kevin James, King John was Kanye West, Druggy was Owen Wilson. It was a good time. We would sometimes talk belatedly into the Nox, one time even going as late as 2 a.m. when we both had class early in the morning.

Another side of our convos was about my side use of writing fanfiction. I kinda dug myself into a yap 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 early April when one of the oddest parts of our public lecture came into place. Tyler had a few friends on his base and one of them happened to be roommate with a very openly gay guy named Fred. Apparently Tyler's admirer walked in on them snuggling in bed. John Tyler's friend left soon after and when he came back later, he found them both in the bed asleep. Fred had his shirt off. The next dayspring he confessed that they had had some fun.

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

Literally the next day I left the dorm to grab nutrient as normal and then walked through the cover stairway to get back to the fourth floor. The only if affair was that when I got to the door, Fred was there walking towards the stairs in the midriff of the dorm. The same commission I was going to be going. I knew it was him but I didn't really think to a greater extent of it than it was kinda funny.

On every story of the dorm there is a superior general study area with a few white boards for people to go in and try to actually consider for their tests in a timely fashion 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 scene of him. It must of looked like the most unelaborated thing in the piece of tail universe.

I looked at him and he shifted his eyes from Fred to me a twin sentence. I don't know why I did, but Instead of doing something to say I'm inexperienced person, I just shook my header in a yes question. 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 residence hall elbow room I texted him saying that"That Probably looked crack 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 crank

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

Tyler had by now been dating his girlfriend for at least 3 geezerhood ( I didn't check the exact date ) and they seemed to be going solid as ever. She doesn't go to my college instead going to the big partitioning I schooltime in the area. I would very often walk into the dormroom seeing John Tyler on his earpiece facetiming her. It also happens that she is the first and to my cognition only somebody President Tyler outed me to without my permission, so that was annoying. I got over it though.

During the middle of April, Tyler had made a particular date with her to celebrate their anniversary of being together. He told me like a week prior that he wouldn't be around, as if I would really care, and sure enough 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 decent steak dinner party. I'm not the biggest snoop when it comes to relationships as it doesn't involvement me to a immense degree, but I never mind seeing two mass that are happy. I assumed it all went well and to my knowledge it had.

Later that night I did my usual routine, get in bed and masturbate. I don't know why but I don't masturbate by the stock jack-off. Instead, while wearing underwear and shorts/pants, force-out my digit the heading 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 more cleanser as when I came it would go right into the underwear. The only when bad part about that is that if I was wearing bright colored shorts or pants there would be a cum smirch, but I usually just put on another pair of short circuit before I went out to fix that issue.

It was about 8 p.m. or so when I heard a knock on the door. I assumed it was Tyler and I was decent when I saw him open the room access. I had just masturbated and I was a bit sweaty because of it but I had my covers over me so the stain was invisible. Although something I did not expect 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 mountain in my bed. Not the most paragon situation for first impressions. Soon enough though she left and it was just me and John Tyler in the room like normal. I did give tongue to my anger that his Girlfriend came in without warning but it didn't seem like he really cared about it.

Tyler seemed like his convention ego except for a svelte pang of something not being perfect.

"So when you eventually, you know, have sex. Will you… uh"John 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 hail out of his mouth was said.

"I asked her about… you know… sex."He said almost getting a ball 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 place, 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 jest to try to get the matter over with. Tyler kept going.

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

"You do have a Christian Bible in your closet"I said to him with a little tinge of smugliness.

"We're fucking teenager, waiting until marriage is the last genesis thing, not us"he said back starting to fathom more and more exasperated.

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

He seemed to calm down a slight and we didn't talk for a expert 20 minutes afterwards. We had both gone back to doing whatever, in my case watching some youtube video. 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 separate he didn't really know where this was heading either.

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

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

"rich person you heard of safety ?"I said back to him in a quick 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 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 point"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 honorable thirty hour before we spoke again. It was starting to get late, about 11 at night.

"I really just regard she would of go down on me or something, I can't believe I got fucking blueness 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 minute of arc 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 take it when it presents itself and are not waiting to pork somebody the commencement 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 take in 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 interested. I just accept it and make a motion on to the following day knowing I still have a helping hand"

"beau, that's gross"

"We both know we have said way worse material"

"I guess that is confessedly"President Tyler said back to me. His eyes have never left my face and as I would await around, it didn't deter anything. This was fucking weird. I finally had to fetch it up.

"dandy, why the nooky are you staring at me ?"I said to Tyler, what I saw side by side was almost definitely the most traumatize affair I had ever seen. I saw Tyler push his cover song off his body to evidence that he was wearing nothing under them. He had a wife-beater on his torso and that was it. Nothing below the waste matter. It was even more apparent when he jumped down from his bed.

I have seen a few pecker in my sentence, but none of the put up ones had been in soul, 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 small that it looked eldritch. The emotion on his facial expression was of mixed-up guilt.

"Dude… what the fuck"I said to him. He quickly used his workforce to shroud his dick.

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

Chapter 6 : Bye Bye Virginity

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

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

This was beyond uncharted soil for me. I was basically a sinking ship waiting to happen. I didn't bang how to answer. If I said"No"would he rape me ? If I said"Yes"would it be pleasurable ? If I got up and ran to a Residential help saying my roomy was trying to rape me would he spread out everything I told him ? There was no estimable answer to this question, so I chose the secure answer. The safest answer because all the solution were bad answers.

"Yes"I said back to John 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 set up to go.

Tyler's dick was about 6.5 inches give or take away, thankfully it was cut because I wasn't that big a fan of prepuce. Tyler took a hold of my hired hand and guided it down to his member. I grabbed it with the same delicacy I hold my own and just started jacking him. It felt so uncanny touching another individual's dick. I had done my bonny share of jacking off over time along with my formula masturbation habits, but feeling another dick was just purely exhilarating, Of grade I would've rather done it in a more consensual arrangement, but it was still an experience.

It was obvious to both of us that I wasn't going to get away with just giving him a handjob and soon enough his hands moved to my head pushing me towards his shaft. I had always wondered what it would be like to take in a dick. How it would be to see a guy's pelvis moving back and Forth River from my nerve right in presence of my eyes as he profit joy from the warm confines of my mouth. Above his gumshoe was a decent measure of Brown pubic hair and within the first match of times I was taking his dick into my sassing I was already being forced to deepthroat him via President Tyler placing his hand on my question forcing me down farther. Throughout all of this I had stayed mainly quiet not wanting to acquire aid and Tyler did too but with the periodic oink and groan. It would go from me having piddling control 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 headland against the rampart. This was followed with an acute human face fucking sitting which ended with me almost puking. Some of his thrusting would go straight to the back of the mouth and some would hit my back tooth. He didn't seem to worry and I couldn't do anything to break that part if I wanted to. Eventually he pulled out because he was starting to get close.

"check down Myles"he said as he got up and stretched his eubstance. He then looked down at me."You realize that we don't have any lube or condoms ripe 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 catch some of his shampoo from his shower caddy so we would induce some kind of lubricator, 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 patsy and perplex his digit deep as it could go into my hole. It hurt like absolute nether region. I had fingered myself only a few times before and the hold out time was a piece ago so my ass was very tight. Tyler quickly added a second and then the extra painful third finger before finally pulling out his fingerbreadth and moving secretive to me.

I could feel his penis run against my ass. He tried pushing and missed the mark, on the second try he pierced my interior making my smoke of pain go close to overdrive. It hurt like nix I had ever felt, but a minute later it had already subsided by three quarters. It never didn't hurt but I could actually see why tail end 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 know how long I was there getting fucked, we only did Doggy-Style. Eventually though, it was evident that Tyler was getting close to cumming. His grunt were getting more frequent and boilers suit he was getting faster in the pumping of his dick into my ass. I could palpate the perspiration 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 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 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 liquid state coming out of my ass, but If I were to make a bet I would say it was Andrew Dickson White and goopy. I felt it splash out and then run down my thigh onto the ground. Sorry person who has to clean 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 houseclean myself but when I went near the door President Tyler wouldn't let me.

"Go to bed"Tyler said in an aggravated tone. I obeyed his rescript. I got in my bed covered in sweat and cum, this was what I was. This was what it felt like to be a victim of a sexual assault that I didn't actually mind. I do love 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 drumhead. I wanted it and I got it, just not in the proficient of cases.

The future morning 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 normal roommates. A few week later we both left the dorm building for the summertime, we would be going our branch 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 .