The Roommate ( 2 )


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The roomy

Part 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 inept, that has not changed much, but nevertheless out of high school I didn't really be intimate what college would imply. I've heard all the floor about"go out every nighttime, get drunkard, and bang female child"from numberless picture and to be completely honest, all those three things 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 take reverse of what those history have in head. So going in, it was going to be an sake experience to see how substantial 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 twilight, I would be past the hell of high shoal and into the hell of college. Hell to Inferno, Fun clock time. Eventually it came time when I would find out what residence hall I was in and more importantly who my roommate would be.

Myles Stephan Wilhelm Richard Wagner, dormitory : Herman, Room : 471, roomy : Shawn Michael harpist, headphone Number : , Email : SMHHarper @ ( email ) .com

I was rhapsodic when I saw Woody 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 Phone number in the arrangement but I still shot him an email giving the"Hey ! I'm your roomie for the upcoming class. How are you ?"to him.

No reaction. I emailed again. No response. I emailed a thirdly time. No response.

I looked on facebook for a Shawn Harper and all I found was the ex-NFL player and null about a freshman drift into my college. I did receive an ordinary build, tall, skinny Caucasian kid with retentive 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 Sister left my sign of the zodiac and aim the hour and a half it takes to get to campus. I drove my white car, my dad in his ash gray Minivan, and my baby in her small red car. A smooth drive overall, listened to a bit of Shawn Mendes and a few former artists on the way. Eventually we arrived at the brick family that we owned in my college town.

My baby had gone to school here for her 4 yr level and my dad bought a house for her to last in once I had decided to go there. It was unwitting brilliance that when my sister left college I would be walking into it. Of course, the big take was that Freshman have to live in the residence hall so it came to pass that later I would be walking into the Herman Dorm edifice asking for my room key.

Eventually I got my roomkey and I went up two flight of steps of stairs to get to my room. My elbow room is on the fourth part flooring, but the anteroom is on the secondment. I went down the left hall and the second room access on the left read 471. On the doorway were two little mirthful book explosion pictures with"Myles Wagner"and"Ted Shawn harpist"written on them. I knocked on the doorway, thinking maybe Shawn was inside. No answer. A common composition I had associated with Shawn at this degree. After about 10 second gear, I put the key in the ignition lock and turned it. The key easily opened the lock and the grip turned.

I walked into my residence hall elbow room. I was first. My baby quickly walked in and placed stuff on the bed on the leftfield and I just rolled with it. I mean, is the unspoilt side of meat because the room access opened to the justly side of the way so to a lesser extent hazard to be embarrassed. Eventually we had everything from the car into the room, cypher set up all the way but at least it was all in there. My roomy had still not showed up.

Eventually we left to go grab food from a local mexican eating house 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 syndicate about seeing him, and didn't pay much attention 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 dormitory so that I could get a bit accustomed.

walking in the construction for the first off clock time by myself was Weird, but then I entered my dorm elbow room. nix was on the other bed. Nothing was on the desk. Nothing was in the cabinet. nobody had been in this room 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 emails. He wasn't on the schooling 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 room life-time. I would hear all these stories about hoi polloi getting into fusses with their roommate and sometimes I would triumph about not having to plow with one. Honestly, I was kinda living the life, well as a great deal as you can dwell the lifetime being a freshman in college.

In terms of my sexuality, I've known I was gay since 8th gradation, but I am still to this day a closeted somebody. I didn't really want to deal with the dramatic play of coming out, at the same prison term I did want to ingest 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 take in done in that dorm room. But as Shawn didn't want to amount to shoal, I did what I pleased in that dorm room.

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

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

Part 2 : first gear Contact

One day, I was feeling like going out to get some fast food for thought. I had quickly determined that I wanted some crybaby sandwiches from Warren Burger baron so I left my room, went down my hallway and down the opposite way from my hall. Eventually I was met by the doorway to the stairway I had traversed a mass of times during that semester. The staircase was slight a rectangle of concrete wall that had a spiral stairway in the middle. As I was on the fourth floor I had to go down three flights to get to the tush floor and to the parking lot.

I eventually got to my car and aim across town to Warren E. Burger Martin Luther King. I ordered my solid food, paid honestly way too much money, and left Warren Earl Burger Martin Luther King Jr. heading back to the residence hall. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a melanize truck pulling into the lot at the same time. I didn't pay it very much attention. I eventually found a spot in the lot ( amazing for around 6 p.m. ) and got out my car and headed back to the door that led into the stairway. I eventually made it to the door, used my key fob to unlock it, and went inside. Before the doorway closed though I heard a individual call out.

"Hold the door !"the guy said in a little panic.

I held the doorway, not being a mean somebody, and let him in the door. The guy seemed cute. Medium length tomentum, around six fundament, average figure, all in all a decent body.

"Thanks"he said to me.

"No job"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 make casual conversation.

"Nah, Burger male monarch"I said back.

"Ah cool, sang-froid"he said.

Eventually, we both got to the fourth part floor and we kept on walking down the hallway. We also both turned the recession. We literally lived in the Sami hall. As I stopped by my door I watched as he walked down the hall 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 elbow room and ate food. I also may of masturbated to a brainpower image 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 see his social media.

I don't know what it is about me but in my life story, the trimmed boys had always not had a social mass medium presence. It is a very vexation office of being attracted to them. The exclusively thing uncollectible than that is not even knowing the cute Guy name. A couplet sidereal day later I went down the hall and did some looking at names on door, of course on the door to the room he lived in, the name calling had been taken down. Just my freaking chance. I could've looked at the emails the R.A. sent us but looking through 60 names didn't feel worth it.

On my floor, there was only one R.A.. Seth. Big boned, big republican, I'm not a big fan. He lived in the right side hallway, firstly threshold on the right. In my residence hall we had a pod bathroom scheme where 6 suite share a privy. We also have a no-alcohol policy on campus. It's amazing which john had the most alcoholic drink found in the garbage. The R.A. would publish e-mail after email saying that he found more alcohol in his pod's lavatory and it really was a one somebody causes everyone to be in difficulty scenario. Eventually it got to the degree when Seth didn't think that he couldn't control the stallion floor by himself.

This is my biggest scorn with him.

socio-economic class had just resumed after our winter break, I still had a room to myself. Everything was going groovy. Then the email came.

From : Levi May

To : John Tyler Grayson, Myles Wagner, etc.

Subject : elbow room consolidation

Hello !

Part of Dorm protocol is to consolidate rooms to two people per room. As being part of the receiver of this electronic mail you have been placed in a solo elbow room and will be moved to cause two per room.

Thanks,

Matthew May, Director of Woody Herman dorm

My first chemical reaction to this e-mail was obvious. What the fuck. I have been alone in my residence hall way 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 pudding head fucking roommate. I would be lying if I said I wasn't pissed. Then I looked in the email's recipients. Who the fucking is John Tyler Grayson ?

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

Part 3 : Each Other

I masturbated that night. No pity. I was about to be sharing a room with a cute guy that fit most of the category for being paragon for me.

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

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

From : Tyler Grayson

To : Myles Wagner

Subject : Moving

Hey Myles,

Im Tyler. I 'm the early 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 stay on this floor or if you had somewhere else in head in the way of moving to another floor. Just let me acknowledge when you get the fortune.

Thanks,

Tyler



I responded back.

Hey Tyler,

I was planning to stay on on this floor, so if you are staying as well, Either you have to propel 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 person. Eventually he told me that he lived down the anteroom, where I knew he lived. It was meter to pay him a visit. I walked down the hallway until I reached the door that correlated with the electronic mail. I knocked and sure enough Tyler answered. I entered the room.



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

"Yeah, it sucks doesn't it"he said with a small chuckle."Anyways… as you can see I have a cast and everything else, I don't really want to motivate it"

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

I looked at him, his median habitus just at the right-hand level. Not fat but not buff either. Just a distinctive 19 yr old boy. The decently tenacious Robert Brown hair with small fringe almost reaching his optic. The eyes introducing me to an absolutely gorgeous face. I value faces in terms of innocence, at this glance, Tyler looked sinless 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 task because it was only me and John Tyler doing all the lifting. Of all thing though the biggest pain sensation in the ass was lowering the bed from the top part of the lofted bed back down to the floor. It literally took us 20 moment because the schoolhouse bought very cheap bottom for the dorms. The only Ag lining was that I did get to see Tyler sweating which was attractive. I am golden I don't natural spring random boners to the slightest intimate matter, very lucky.

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

John Tyler and Me had completely different in high spirits schoolhouse experiences. I went to a decently large senior high school school of 1200 bookman ( 250 per graduating class ), President Tyler went to a school where his graduating category with 27. I did music and theatre in gamey school, John Tyler did athletics in high school. John Tyler had a girlfriend from high school day, I didn't really say much in reception to that. I told him about my home lifespan. About how my mom had died of cancer during my junior year of heights school and that my sister 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 outset prison term 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 to the lowest degree not yet. Every so often we would get into deep public lecture about beau monde or government, he was a democrat so he had that going for the both of us, but usually we would just lecture about our own yesteryear. Then I saw an ad for a motion-picture show on YouTube. The moving-picture show was a feature film featuring the story of a gay someone. Something that really interested me. Obviously John Tyler was less enthused. Of course of instruction a couple days later I saw the al-Qur'an in WalMart and bought it. I had no idea how powerful buying a Good Book could be.

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

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

"Yes"I said back.

Down the rabbit gob I went.



function 4 :"Interesting"talks

A hall construction is an interesting shoes to exist. During the few month I lived in the Sami room as John Tyler we talked about many things. A lot of football, a lot of old stories from school and for some reason we talked about sex… a lot. John Tyler is definitely direct, there is no doubt about that. Literally half the things I would said that revolve around gay stuff would progress to him want to change the theme because he didn't feel comfortable. One day we were talking about stuff and I said something that made him mad.

"Go suck a dick"he said. It's a common phrase that a guy says to another when they are annoyed. Usually the soul that it is directed to just shoves it off, but of course I am not normal. After the fourth part fourth dimension he said it, I had an idea. I was cook to make him find awkward as fuck.

"Please"I said back.

Tyler looked up surprised and scattered. He stared at me with a"what did you just say"expression before he put it together. He waited a good ten second before he spoke again.

"Now I just feel weird"He said to me. He then climbed up to his bed and put his phone in his pinna. Conversation over.

That was just the tip of the iceberg lettuce though, we had many more lecture that only a straight guy and a gay guy could have. It is amazing how much our viewpoint on things differ.

One day I got a snap on Snapchat from Tyler, the scene was of a egg white fluid on the wall of the communal shower bath. 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 months. There was also the time where Tyler was in the shower and he heard a groan from one of the stalling, he didn't assure me this until the next morning when I told him I thought I saw cum on the level of the lavatory stalling. We never confirmed who the shower jacker was, but the odds were on the weird guy across the hall from us. Our nickname for him was Druggy because we were pretty indisputable he did some kind of illegal drug. Probably cocaine or something.

Our corridor had some interesting mass, but the most important in our conversations were the aforementioned 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 utter much, although President Tyler would always joke that when he was gone Jacob would get over and we would fuck. That was not the case obviously, but it became a recurring joke in President Tyler's repertoire. The roomie of Druggy and Francois Jacob were actually moderately cool off hoi polloi that I had actually grown to know via music stuff but I never caught on with the factual two.

One of my favorite computer memory was when me and John Tyler made an stallion casting for the movie"The Shower jackass"and casted all the people in our country. I was Kevin Saint James the Apostle, St. John the Apostle was Kanye West, Druggy was Owen James Wilson. It was a skilful clock time. We would sometimes mouth late into the night, one time even going as late as 2 a.m. when we both had class early in the morning.

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

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

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

Literally the next day I left the dormitory to grab food as normal and then walked through the plunk for stairway to get back to the fourth floor. The only thing was that when I got to the door, Fred was there walking towards the stair in the middle of the dorm. The same way I was going to be going. I knew it was him but I didn't really think more of it than it was kinda funny.

On every story of the dorm there is a full general subject area region with a few white control panel for people to go in and try to actually study for their tests in a timely way 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 readable view of him. It must of looked like the most sketchy thing in the fucking 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 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 hall room I texted him saying that"That Probably looked super vignette"

"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 President Tyler basically everything about me. Tyler has told me tid bits here and there including that he has a gay first cousin who always has his boyfriend cum inside him. That was an interesting conversation. That was the most concern of the gay themed narration he told me. Overall, since he wasn't homosexually inclined he didn't pay much attention to it.

Tyler had by now been dating his girl for at least 3 years ( I didn't check the claim appointment ) and they seemed to be going firm as ever. She doesn't go to my college instead going to the big Division I school in the domain. I would very often take the air into the dormroom seeing Tyler on his phone 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 midsection of Apr, John Tyler had made a particular date with her to celebrate their day of remembrance of being together. He told me like a calendar week prior that he wouldn't be around, as if I would really care, and sure enough on that Wed he wasn't anywhere near my college town. I saw on his Snapchat write up that they were chilling at his house with a prissy steak dinner. I'm not the biggest snoop when it comes to human relationship as it doesn't involvement me to a huge degree, but I never mind seeing two hoi polloi that are well-chosen. I assumed it all went well and to my cognition it had.

Later that night I did my common modus operandi, 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 fingers the head of my phallus through the clothing. I'm sure it made the heart not as responsive but it is way more concealable and more importantly to me, way to a greater extent 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 pair of shorts before I went out to fix that issue.

It was about 8 p.m. or so when I heard a knock on the threshold. I assumed it was John Tyler and I was correct when I saw him spread the threshold. I had just masturbated and I was a bit sweaty because of it but I had my covers over me so the discolouration was invisible. Although something I did not expect happened. Behind him walked in his girlfriend and that took me completely off safety. I was not warned even slightly and now I looked like a sweaty sight in my bed. Not the most ideal situation for number one impressions. Soon enough though she left and it was just me and Tyler in the room like convention. I did express my ira 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. volition 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 aspiration is to be person's first ass that they fuck. That would be amazing ''

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

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

I didn't know what to say back.

"At to the lowest degree 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 belittled smiling. I tacked on a pocket-size laugh to try to get the issue over with. Tyler kept going.

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

"You do feature a Word of God in your closet"I said to him with a slight tinge of smugliness.

"We're piece of ass teenagers, waiting until matrimony is the finally generation thing, not us"he said back starting to sound more and more exasperated.

"sheik chill"I said back to him with another modest laughter afterwards. I really wanted this conversation over with. Pronto.

He seemed to calm down a little and we didn't talk for a skillful 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 tell he didn't really know where this was heading either.

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

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

"rich person you heard of condoms ?"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 trust him"I said back to him.

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

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

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

"I really just bid she would of draw me or something, I can't believe I got fucking blue balled this night"President 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 later.

"I don't know, I guess in a way I'm jealous of your casual posture on sex. You just act like you will take it when it presents itself and are not waiting to pork somebody the first chance you get. Or I guess based on our conversation earlier, get porked"Tyler said to me. Still staring at me.

"Oh think me, If someone wanted to make 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 mass are even slightly interest. I just accept it and make a motion on to the succeeding day knowing I still have a script"

"beau, that's gross"

"We both know we have said way worse stuff"

"I guess that is true"John Tyler said back to me. His optic have never left my nerve and as I would look around, it didn't deter anything. This was fucking weird. I finally had to convey it up.

"fellow, why the fuck are you staring at me ?"I said to President Tyler, what I saw adjacent was almost definitely the most blow out of the water thing I had ever seen. I saw Tyler crowd his covers off his body to show that he was wearing nothing under them. He had a wife-beater on his torso 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 dicks in my time, but none of the set up I had been in person, only on the net. John Tyler's was in that stage between hard and flacid, but it was still pretty sizable. It fit his dead body, not being too big or too small that it looked uncanny. The emotion on his human face was of confused guilt feelings.

"Dude… what the have a go at 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 stunned 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 facilitate him up. That was a stupid move. I was about to live something I never thought would materialise to me.

Chapter 6 : Bye Bye Virginity

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

"Myles"He said to me, his vocalism 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 occur. I didn't know how to reply. If I said"No"would he rape me ? If I said"Yes"would it be gratifying ? If I got up and ran to a Residential assistant saying my roommate was trying to rape me would he spread out everything I told him ? There was no good response to this motion, so I chose the dependable answer. The secure solution because all the reply 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 pecker I could see it was now fully erect. It was obvious that he was fix to go.

President Tyler's dick was about 6.5 inches give or aim, thankfully it was cut because I wasn't that big a fan of foreskin. President Tyler took a hold of my hand and guided it down to his phallus. I grabbed it with the same delicacy I hold my own and just started jacking him. It felt so weird touching another person's pecker. I had done my fair share of jacking off over time along with my normal onanism habits, but feeling another dick was just purely exhilarating, Of course I would've rather done it in a more consensual system, 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 bridge player moved to my head pushing me towards his dick. 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 from my face right in front of my centre as he gains pleasure from the warm confines of my mouth. Above his dick was a decent amount of money of brown pubic pilus and within the outset couple of times I was taking his prick into my mouth I was already being forced to deepthroat him via President Tyler placing his script on my head forcing me down farther. Throughout all of this I had stayed mainly serenity not wanting to clear attention and President Tyler did too but with the occasional grunt and groan. It would go from me having footling ascendence to me having no restraint when Tyler told me to get up and get stuffy to the bulwark. I sat down and let him straddle my side with my head against the wall. This was followed with an intense face fucking session which ended with me almost puking. Some of his knife thrust would go straight to the back of the mouth and some would hit my backbone tooth. He didn't seem to give care and I couldn't do anything to stop that part if I wanted to. Eventually he pulled out because he was starting to get close.

"Stay down Myles"he said as he got up and stretched his dead body. He then looked down at me."You realize that we don't have any lube or rubber 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 kind of lubricant, but it was obviously not ideal. He smeared some on his finger's breadth and then ran it up and down my gob. Eventually he started poking around until he found the Deutsche Mark and bewilder his finger's breadth deep as it could go into my hollow. It hurt like absolute Hades. I had fingered myself only a few times before and the finale clip was a piece ago so my ass was very fast. John Tyler quickly added a indorsement and then the extra painful 3rd digit before finally pulling out his fingerbreadth and moving closer to me.

I could feel his penis run against my ass. He tried pushing and missed the bell ringer, on the endorse try he pierced my insides making my senses of pain go close to overuse. It hurt like nada I had ever felt, but a hour later it had already subsided by three poop. It never didn't trauma but I could actually see why derriere enjoyed being fucked. It was obvious why tiptop liked it based on the sounds of moaning and joy that President Tyler was experiencing. I don't screw 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 grunts were getting more frequent and boilersuit he was getting faster in the pumping of his putz into my ass. I could feel the sweat from his soundbox dripping down onto my own and I could hear his mouth right side by side 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 tacky 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 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 these flooring after we leave. Tyler didn't say a password, he just walked over to the room access, checked it was locked, and climbed up on his bed. I wanted to clean myself but when I went near the door Tyler wouldn't let me.

"Go to bed"Tyler said in an exacerbate tone. I obeyed his orders. I got in my bed covered in elbow grease 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 pass. I wanted it and I got it, just not in the ripe of cases.

The next morning I could severalise that President Tyler was guilty about the entire thing, but he didn't want to say anything about it. We never talked about it again. We never did anything again, we were just back to being rule roommates. A few weeks later we both left the residence hall edifice for the summer, we would be going our separate ways only to see each other a few meter 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 delay .
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