The roomy

Part 1 : Before Tyler

Where do I start out when it comes to Tyler Grayson ? Before I met him would be a well start.

Coming out of high school I was socially awkward, that has not changed much, but nevertheless out of senior high school schooling I didn't really bonk what college would entail. I've heard all the stories about"go out every night, get drunk, and bang girls"from uncounted 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 crapulence or anything else that inhibits me. The take opposite of what those stories have in idea. So going in, it was going to be an interest experience to see how real college was like.

So the summer moved on and I didn't really bother trying to get money. I just laid back knowing that starting in the fall, I would be past the hell of highschool school and into the hell of college. nether region to hell, Fun times. Eventually it came time when I would find out what dorm I was in and more importantly who my roommate would be.

Myles Stephan Wagner, Dorm : Herman, Room : 471, roomy : Shawn Michael Harper, Phone Number : , e-mail : SMHHarper @ ( e-mail ) .com

I was ecstatic when I saw Woody Herman dorm. That was exactly the hall I wanted to get into. I was a bit let down when I saw that Shawn had not put his headphone numeral in the system but I still shot him an email giving the"Hey ! I'm your roomy for the forthcoming year. How are you ?"to him.

No reply. I emailed again. No answer. I emailed a tierce fourth dimension. No response.

I looked on facebook for a Ted Shawn harpist and all I found was the ex-NFL player and nothing about a entrant heading into my college. I did recover an medium human body, tall, underweight white kid with long 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 star sign and drove the hour and a half it takes to get to campus. I drove my white car, my dad in his flatware Minivan, and my babe in her small red car. A smooth cause overall, listened to a bit of Shawn Mendes and a few former artists on the way. Eventually we arrived at the brick house that we owned in my college town.

My sister had gone to school day here for her 4 class level and my dad bought a star sign for her to live in once I had decided to go there. It was unwitting brilliance that when my baby left college I would be walking into it. Of line, the big result was that Freshman have to live in the dorms so it came to pass that later I would be walking into the Herman Dorm Building asking for my way key.

Eventually I got my roomkey and I went up two escape of stair to get to my elbow room. My room is on the one-quarter level, but the lobby is on the irregular. I went down the remaining hallway and the second threshold on the left read 471. On the door were two little risible script explosion pictures with"Myles Wagner"and"Shawn harpist"written on them. I knocked on the doorway, thinking maybe Shawn was inside. No answer. A common theme I had associated with Shawn at this stage. After about 10 bit, I put the key in the ignition lock and turned it. The key easily opened the lock and the handle turned.

I walked into my dorm room. I was first. My sister quickly walked in and placed clobber on the bed on the left and I just rolled with it. I mean, is the in force side because the door opened to the right face of the room so less chance to be embarrassed. Eventually we had everything from the car into the room, nothing set up all the way but at least it was all in there. My roommate had still not showed up.

Eventually we left to go 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 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 home about seeing him, and didn't pay a lot attention to it. We would get everything figured out on our own clip. So after eating, I told my dad and sister to leave me at the residence hall so that I could get a bit accustomed.

Walking in the edifice for the 1st time by myself was weird, but then I entered my student residence elbow room. Nothing was on the other bed. aught was on the desk. zippo was in the locker. Nobody had been in this room besides me two time of day ago. Weirded out, I just laid on my bed and watched YouTube for a little bit. I was very confused about where Shawn/Michael was because I could've sworn I saw him earlier.

Shawn Michael Harper never came to the dormroom. He never responded to my email. He wasn't on the schooling email list. He had dropped out before he even started, and that meant that I had a dorm way to myself. Now this, I did not expect.

So school went on and I quickly adapted to dorm way life story. I would hear all these stories about the great unwashed getting into fusses with their roommates and sometimes I would triumph about not having to handle with one. Honestly, I was kinda living the life, well as much as you can dwell the life being a freshman in college.

In terminus of my sexuality, I've known I was gay since 8th mark, but I am still to this day a closeted mortal. I didn't really want to get by with the drama of coming out, at the same time I did want to have sex, but not coming out takes anteriority. I knew if I had a roomie, I would let come out to him eventually and to be completely good, I had phantasy about what me and Ted Shawn would possess done in that dorm room. But as Shawn didn't want to number to school day, I did what I pleased in that student residence room.

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

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

component part 2 : First Contact

One day, I was feeling like going out to get some libertine food. I had quickly determined that I wanted some chicken sandwiches from hamburger top executive so I left my room, went down my hallway and down the polar way from my hallway. Eventually I was met by the door to the stairway I had traversed a pack of times during that semester. The stairway was little a rectangle of concrete walls that had a coil staircase in the midsection. As I was on the one-fourth trading floor I had to go down three flights to get to the penetrate floor and to the parking lot.

I eventually got to my car and drove across town to Warren Earl Burger King. I ordered my solid food, paid honestly way too much money, and left Burger King heading back to the dorms. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a blackness truck pulling into the lot at the same meter. I didn't pay it practically attention. I eventually found a touch 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 door closed though I heard a person call option out.

"detainment the doorway !"the guy said in a slim panic.

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

"Thanks"he said to me.

"No job"I said back.

I started walking up the step and he followed me. I had no estimate where he was heading, I had never seen the guy before. On the way up he started talking again.

"What you got there ? Some Micky D's ?"the guy said to me. It seemed like he was just trying to make perfunctory conversation.

"Nah, Warren Earl Burger baron"I said back.

"Ah cool, poise"he said.

Eventually, we both got to the 4th story and we kept on walking down the hallway. We also both turned the corner. We literally lived in the same hall. As I stopped by my threshold I watched as he walked down the hallway stopped at a doorway opened it and went in. I don't know if he saw me watching him, but I just went in my own room and ate intellectual nourishment. I also may of masturbated to a brain image of him but that's besides the point. I quickly realized that I had no idea what his public figure was and therefore I couldn't even check his social media.

I don't know what it is about me but in my life-time, the cutest boys had always not had a social media presence. It is a very annoying constituent of being attracted to them. The only thing forged than that is not even knowing the cute guy gens. A distich days later I went down the hallway and did some looking at name on doors, of grade on the door to the room 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 names didn't feeling worth it.

On my trading floor, there was only one R.A.. Seth. Big boned, big republican, I'm not a big fan. He lived in the good English hallway, first door on the right. In my dorm we had a pod bath organization where 6 rooms portion a bathroom. We also have a no-alcohol policy on campus. It's amazing which bath had the most boozer beverages found in the refuse. The R.A. would write e-mail after email saying that he found more alcohol in his pod's bathroom and it really was a one somebody causes everyone to be in worry scenario. Eventually it got to the gunpoint when Seth didn't think that he couldn't control the entire floor by himself.

This is my magnanimous despite with him.

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

From : Levi May

To : Tyler Grayson, Myles Wagner, etc.

Subject : way consolidation

how-do-you-do !

share of Dorm protocol is to consolidate rooms to two masses per room. As being portion of the recipients of this email you have been placed in a solo room and will be moved to cause two per room.

Thanks,

St. Matthew May, Director of Herman dorm

My first reaction to this email 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 economise some money, they want me to sustain a stupefied piece of ass roommate. I would be lying if I said I wasn't pissed. Then I looked in the electronic mail's receiver. Who the nooky is Tyler Grayson ?

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

Part 3 : Each Other

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

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

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

From : Tyler Grayson

To : Myles Wagner

Subject : Moving

Hey Myles,

Im Tyler. I 'm the other kid on our floor with no roommate. I was just wondering if you had decided what you wanted to do with elbow room moving. If you were wanting to stay on this storey or if you had somewhere else in mind in the way of moving to another trading floor. Just let me know when you get the probability.

Thanks,

Tyler



I responded back.

Hey Tyler,

I was planning to quell on this story, so if you are staying as well, Either you have to proceed to my way or I have to go to yours. I 'm open to either honestly.

Thanks,

Myles



The e-mail continued and they slowly got less and less professional. Eventually he told me that he lived down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, where I knew he lived. It was clip to pay him a visit. I walked down the hallway until I reached the door that correlated with the email. I knocked and certainly enough Tyler answered. I entered the room.



"So how is this going to act upon ?"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 couch and everything else, I don't really want to move it"

"It's hunky-dory. It's fine. I can move into this way, I definitely have lupus erythematosus poppycock than you"I said back.

I looked at him, his middling physique just at the aright level. Not fat but not buff either. Just a typical 19 year old boy. The decently tenacious dark-brown hair with low thrill almost reaching his eye. The eyes introducing me to an absolutely gorgeous cheek. I economic value faces in terms of purity, at this glance, President Tyler looked innocent as fuck.

I eventually left his elbow room and when I got back to my elbow room, I masturbated again. Then three twenty-four hours later, I got my new set of keys.

Moving was an absolute chore because it was only me and President Tyler doing all the lifting. Of all affair though the self-aggrandising pain in the ass was lowering the bed from the top component part of the lofted beds back down to the floor. It literally took us 20 mo because the schooling bought very cheap seam for the dorms. The only silver lining was that I did get to see Tyler sweating which was attractive. I am favorable I don't spring random bungle to the flimsy intimate thing, very lucky.

Eventually though I was moved in to President 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 Tyler didn't talk much the get-go few nights. New roomie anxiety and all that bullshit, but eventually we got talking.

Tyler and Me had completely different high school experiences. I went to a decently heavy high-pitched schooling of 1200 students ( 250 per graduating class ), Tyler went to a schooltime where his graduating family with 27. I did music and theatre in gamy school, President Tyler did sports in highschool shoal. President Tyler had a girlfriend from high schooltime, I didn't really say much in reaction to that. I told him about my home plate life. About how my mom had died of Cancer during my third-year twelvemonth 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 course, I said I wasn't and then brushed that part of the conversation to the English. I was not coming out to him… at least not yet. Every so often we would get into thick lecture about society or politics, he was a democrat so he had that going for the both of us, but usually we would just talk about our own past. Then I saw an ad for a movie on YouTube. The movie was a lineament film featuring the story of a gay person. Something that really interested me. Obviously Tyler was less enthused. Of track a duo days later I saw the book in WalMart and bought it. I had no idea how mighty buying a Holy Scripture could be.

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

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

"Yes"I said back.

down feather the coney hole I went.



part 4 :"Interesting"talks

A student residence building is an interesting place to inhabit. During the few calendar month I lived in the Same room as Tyler we talked about many thing. A lot of football game, a lot of old stories from school and for some reason we talked about sex… a lot. President Tyler is definitely straight, there is no doubt about that. Literally half the things I would said that revolve around gay stuff would do him want to commute the study because he didn't feel well-situated. One day we were talking about stuff and I said something that made him mad.

"Go suck a pecker"he said. It's a common 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 normal. After the 4th time he said it, I had an idea. I was ready to make him palpate awkward as fuck.

"Please"I said back.

Tyler looked up surprise and bedevil. He stared at me with a"what did you just say"face before he put it together. He waited a honest ten moment before he spoke again.

"Now I just experience weird"He said to me. He then climbed up to his bed and put his headphones in his spike. Conversation over.

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

One day I got a snap on Snapchat from Tyler, the photograph was of a white fluid on the wall of the communal shower. It was obviously semen. This happened in midsection Feb and we were still talking about it in the midst of April. It wasn't even cleaned up for about two calendar month. There was also the fourth dimension where Tyler was in the rain shower and he heard a groan from one of the stalls, he didn't tell me this until the succeeding morning when I told him I thought I saw cum on the floor of the throne stall. We never confirmed who the shower jacker was, but the odds were on the weird guy across the hall from us. Our soubriquet for him was Druggy because we were pretty for certain he did some kind of illegal drug. Probably cocaine or something.

Our corridor had some interesting people, but the most important in our conversations were the aforementioned Druggy and the guy next door Jacob. Now Jacob was a aplomb as a cuke kinda guy, but he was tops feminine. We never really talk much, although Tyler would always joke that when he was gone Jacob would get along over and we would fuck. That was not the suit obviously, but it became a recurring joke in Tyler's repertoire. The roommates of Druggy and Jacob were actually passably cool down hoi polloi that I had actually grown to lie with via music stuff but I never caught on with the existent two.

One of my dearie memories was when me and Tyler made an full casting for the movie"The Shower jackstones"and casted all the multitude in our area. I was Kevin James, John was Kanye West, Druggy was Robert Owen Edmund Wilson. It was a full time. We would sometimes blab out late 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 habit of writing fanfiction. I kinda dug myself into a trap until Tyler told me to secern 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 on April when one of the oddest piece of our talks came into place. John Tyler had a few friends on his base and one of them happened to be roommates with a very openly gay guy named Fred. Apparently President Tyler's friend 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 dawning he confessed that they had had some fun.

I don't know why the fuck Tyler's booster would state him that, but it happened and then he decided to order me. Why ? I don't know. I mean we had talked about a lot but he gave me Sir Thomas More item than I would've expected. All I can say is that the openly gay guy's roommate is a piece of tail dick. That's not even the end of the story though.

Literally the next day I left the dorm to grab food as formula and then walked through the back stairway to get back to the fourth floor. The only thing was that when I got to the room access, Fred was there walking towards the stair in the middle of the dorm. The Same direction 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 trading floor of the dorm there is a general study arena with a few Theodore Harold White gameboard for people to go in and try to actually canvass for their test 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 view of him. It must of looked like the most unelaborated matter in the fucking universe.

I looked at him and he shifted his eyes from Fred to me a couple times. I don't know why I did, but Instead of doing something to say I'm innocent, I just escape from my chief in a yes motion. I was trying to say"Yes that's him"but it almost came off like I was saying"I just did him"which was definitely not the case. Quickly after I returned to my dorm elbow room I texted him saying that"That Probably looked exceedingly 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 Starter

It was getting near the end of the semester and I had told President Tyler basically everything about me. John Tyler has told me tid bits here and there including that he has a gay full cousin who always has his boyfriend cum inside him. That was an interesting conversation. That was the most interesting of the gay themed storey 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 girlfriend for at least 3 eld ( I didn't check the exact date ) and they seemed to be going strong as ever. She doesn't go to my college instead going to the big section I school day in the area. I would very often walk into the dormroom seeing President Tyler on his phone facetiming her. It also happens that she is the commencement and to my knowledge only individual Tyler outed me to without my permission, so that was annoying. I got over it though.

During the middle of Apr, Tyler had made a date with her to celebrate their anniversary of being together. He told me like a hebdomad prior that he wouldn't be around, as if I would really care, and trusted enough on that Wednesday he wasn't anywhere near my college town. I saw on his Snapchat story that they were chilling at his house with a gracious steak dinner. I'm not the expectant snoop when it comes to relationships as it doesn't interest group me to a vast degree, but I never mind seeing two people that are happy. I assumed it all went well and to my knowledge it had.

Later that night I did my usual modus operandi, get in bed and masturbate. I don't know why but I don't masturbate by the banner jack-off. Instead, while wearing underclothes and shorts/pants, force my digit the question of my penis through the vesture. I'm sure it made the nerves not as antiphonal but it is way more concealable and more importantly to me, way more cleaner as when I came it would go right into the underwear. The merely bad constituent about that is that if I was wearing bright colored shortstop 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 belt on the room access. 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 back over me so the stain was invisible. Although something I did not look happened. Behind him walked in his girlfriend and that took me completely off sentry go. I was not warned even slightly and now I looked like a sweaty plenty in my bed. Not the most nonpareil place for first impression. Soon enough though she left and it was just me and Tyler in the room like rule. I did express my choler that his Girlfriend came in without warning but it didn't seem like he really cared about it.

John Tyler seemed like his normal ego except for a cold-shoulder twinge of something not being perfect.

"So when you eventually, you know, have sex. volition you… uh"Tyler said to me.

"Top or Bottom ?"I said back to him. He nodded at me"yes"but had a weird reflexion on his aspect."I'm honestly out-of-doors to anything, my dream is to be soul's first ass that they fuck. That would be amazing ''

Then something I didn't expect to come out of his back talk 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 least you attempted, I wouldn't attempt something like that if I was in your shoes, I would be too scared of what happened to you well… happening"I said back to him with a small smile. I tacked on a lowly laugh to try to get the topic over with. John 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 age, I think it's acceptable by now"He said to me.

"You do have a bible in your W.C."I said to him with a slim tinge of smugliness.

"We're fucking teenagers, waiting until man and wife is the last generation matter, not us"he said back starting to voice more and more than exasperated.

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

He seemed to simmer down down a little and we didn't talk for a dependable 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 straight, you would let a guy stick a hawkshaw in your ass ?"Tyler said to me. I could recite he didn't really bed where this was heading either.

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

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

"have you heard of condoms ?"I said back to him in a 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 picture is stuck in my head"Tyler said.

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

Once again it was at to the lowest degree a good XXX bit before we spoke again. It was starting to get late, about 11 at Night.

"I really just wish she would of go down on me or something, I can't believe I got fucking blue sky balled tonight"Tyler said to me, looking straight into my eyes.

"What is with you and all this sex lecture tonight ? This is to a greater extent than common"I finally say to him about a moment later.

"I don't know, I guess in a way I'm jealous of your casual stance on sex. You just act like you will make it when it presents itself and are not waiting to pork somebody the start 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 mortal wanted to have sex with me and I found them even relatively attractive, I may say yes."I said back to President Tyler."I just know that I'm not even shut to attractive so I doubt many citizenry are even slightly interested. I just accept it and move on to the following day knowing I still have a hired man"

"sheik, that's gross"

"We both know we have said way worse stuff"

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

"clotheshorse, why the shag are you staring at me ?"I said to President Tyler, what I saw next was almost definitely the most shocking affair I had ever seen. I saw Tyler advertise his cover song off his organic structure to shew 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 hawkshaw in my time, but none of the erect single had been in person, only on the internet. President Tyler's was in that stage between hard and flacid, but it was still pretty healthy. It fit his body, not being too big or too lowly that it looked unearthly. The emotion on his face was of unconnected guilt.

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

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

Chapter 6 : Bye Bye Virginity

Tyler put his hired 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 vocalism a bit raspy."Do you need to bear sex with me ?"

This was beyond chartless district for me. I was basically a sinking ship waiting to hap. I didn't know how to respond. If I said"No"would he violate 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 secure answer to this question, so I chose the safe answer. The safest answer because all the response were bad answers.

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

President Tyler's pecker was about 6.5 inch give or ingest, thankfully it was cut because I wasn't that big a fan of prepuce. John Tyler took a hold of my hand and guided it down to his member. I grabbed it with the like discretion I hold my own and just started jacking him. It felt so weird touching another person's dick. I had done my sightly ploughshare of jacking off over time along with my pattern masturbation wont, but feeling another prick was just purely exhilarating, Of course I would've rather done it in a more consensual arrangement, but it was still an experience.

It was obvious to both of us that I wasn't going to get away with just giving him a handjob and soon enough his hands moved to my head word pushing me towards his putz. I had always wondered what it would be like to suck a peter. How it would be to see a guy's pelvis moving back and Forth River from my face right in front of my eye as he addition pleasure from the warm confines of my rima oris. Above his dick was a the right way amount of brown pubic hair and within the first couple of clock time I was taking his dick into my sassing I was already being forced to deepthroat him via President Tyler placing his hands on my top dog forcing me down farther. Throughout all of this I had stayed mainly hush not wanting to gain attention and Tyler did too but with the episodic grunt and groan. It would go from me having little control to me having no control when Tyler told me to get up and get airless to the wall. I sat down and let him range my aspect with my mind against the wall. This was followed with an intense side fucking session which ended with me almost puking. Some of his thrusts would go straight to the spine of the sassing and some would hit my back teeth. He didn't seem to care and I couldn't do anything to turn back 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 right Myles ?"

It wasn't long before he had me rolled over on my genu with my ass up in the air. At least he was able to grab some of his shampoo from his shower caddy so we would have some variety of lubricant, but it was obviously not ideal. He smeared some on his finger and then ran it up and down my hole. Eventually he started poking around until he found the grade and stuck his finger deep as it could go into my fix. It hurt like absolute nether region. I had fingered myself only a few times before and the last time was a spell ago so my ass was very cockeyed. Tyler quickly added a second and then the surplus sore third finger before finally pulling out his digit and moving penny-pinching to me.

I could feel his penis run against my ass. He tried pushing and missed the mark, on the indorsement try he pierced my insides making my senses of nuisance go close to overdrive. It hurt like goose egg 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 bottoms enjoyed being fucked. It was obvious why height liked it based on the sound of moaning and joy that Tyler was experiencing. I don't get it on how long I was there getting fucked, we only did Doggy-Style. Eventually though, it was plain that John Tyler was getting close to cumming. His grunt were getting more patronise and overall he was getting faster in the pumping of his dick into my ass. I could experience the travail from his body dripping down onto my own and I could see his mouth right next to my ear panting and moaning. This was how I was losing my virginity and parting 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 unlike in my ass, just that there was still a shaft interior of it. Then he pulled out, I definitely felt it then.

I couldn't see the liquidness coming out of my ass, but If I were to take a shit a bet I would say it was white-hot and goopy. I felt it splash out and then run down my thigh onto the ground. Sorry soul who has to clean these floor after we leave. Tyler didn't say a password, he just walked over to the door, 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 aggravated quality. I obeyed his orders. I got in my bed covered in travail and cum, this was what I was. This was what it felt like to be a victim of a intimate rape that I didn't actually bear in mind. I do sleep together 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 skillful 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 pattern roomie. A few weeks later we both left the dorm building for the summertime, we would be going our separate ways only to see each early a few times around campus. I never said anything about what happened to me to anybody. It was just between us and honestly, that's how it should stay .