The roomie

component part 1 : Before Tyler

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

Coming out of high school day I was socially awkward, that has not changed much, but nevertheless out of high-pitched school I didn't really know what college would implicate. I've heard all the stories about"go out every night, get drunk, and make love young woman"from unnumberable moving picture and to be completely good, 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 accurate opposite of what those floor have in mind. So going in, it was going to be an interestingness experience to see how real college was like.

So the summertime moved on and I didn't really bother trying to get money. I just laid back knowing that starting in the fall, I would be past the hell of high school and into the hell of college. hellhole to Inferno, Fun times. Eventually it came clock time when I would find oneself out what residence hall I was in and more importantly who my roommate would be.

Myles Stephan Wagner, student residence : Herman, elbow room : 471, Roommate : Shawn Michael harper, Phone Number : , e-mail : SMHHarper @ ( email ) .com

I was ecstatic 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 telephone number in the organisation but I still shot him an e-mail giving the"Hey ! I'm your roommate for the coming class. How are you ?"to him.

No response. I emailed again. No response. I emailed a third prison term. No response.

I looked on facebook for a Shawn harper and all I found was the ex-NFL player and cypher about a freshman heading into my college. I did find an average form, tall, tight-fitting Edward 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 house and drove the hour and a one-half it takes to get to campus. I drove my white-hot car, my dad in his Silver Minivan, and my sister in her humble red car. A smooth campaign overall, listened to a bit of Shawn Mendes and a few former creative person on the way. Eventually we arrived at the brick house that we owned in my college town.

My babe had gone to school here for her 4 year stage and my dad bought a firm for her to live in once I had decided to go there. It was unplanned brilliance that when my sis left college I would be walking into it. Of course, the big issue was that fledgeling have to inhabit in the residence hall so it came to pass that later I would be walking into the Woodrow Charles Herman student residence Building asking for my elbow room key.

Eventually I got my roomkey and I went up two flight of stairs to get to my elbow room. My elbow room is on the quaternary floor, but the lobby is on the minute. I went down the left hallway and the second door on the left read 471. On the door were two little comical book explosion exposure with"Myles Otto Wagner"and"Shawn Harper"written on them. I knocked on the door, thinking maybe Shawn was inside. No reply. A common topic I had associated with Shawn at this point. After about 10 sec, I put the key in the lock and turned it. The key easily opened the lock and the deal turned.

I walked into my dormitory room. I was first. My sister quickly walked in and placed hooey on the bed on the left and I just rolled with it. I mean, is the considerably side because the door opened to the right side of the room so less chance to be embarrassed. Eventually we had everything from the car into the way, zilch 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 restaurant 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 family about seeing him, and didn't pay much aid to it. We would get everything figured out on our own time. So after eating, I told my dad and sister to lead me at the dorm so that I could get a bit accustomed.

walking in the building for the offset time by myself was weird, but then I entered my dorm way. Nothing was on the early bed. Nothing was on the desk. Nothing was in the console. nonentity had been in this room besides me two hours ago. Weirded out, I just laid on my bed and watched YouTube for a short 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 school day netmail leaning. He had dropped out before he even started, and that meant that I had a hall room to myself. Now this, I did not expect.

So schooling went on and I quickly adapted to dorm room life. I would hear all these storey about multitude getting into fusses with their roommates and sometimes I would gloat about not having to manage with one. Honestly, I was kinda living the aliveness, well as a great deal as you can experience the life being a fledgeling in college.

In price 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 dramatic event of coming out, at the same time I did want to accept sex, but not coming out takes precedency. I knew if I had a roommate, I would stimulate come out to him eventually and to be completely honest, I had fancy about what me and Shawn would have done in that dorm elbow room. But as Shawn didn't want to come to schoolhouse, I did what I pleased in that student residence room.

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

My first semester was a very smooth experience boilers suit, and being a neophyte meant that the solid food homage was a common digression. But sometimes, I wanted to get fast food because I really wasn't feeling the commons that day.

Part 2 : offset physical contact

One day, I was feeling like going out to get some fast food. I had quickly determined that I wanted some wimp sandwiches from Burger Billie Jean King so I left my room, went down my hall and down the face-to-face way from my hallway. Eventually I was met by the doorway to the staircase I had traversed a mass of fourth dimension during that semester. The stairway was niggling a rectangle of concrete paries that had a spiral staircase in the middle. As I was on the fourth story I had to go down three flights to get to the underside story and to the parking lot.

I eventually got to my car and beat back across town to Burger King. I ordered my food, paid honestly way too much money, and left Burger Rex heading back to the dorm. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a Shirley Temple hand truck pulling into the lot at the same time. I didn't pay it 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 doorway, used my key fob to unlock it, and went inside. Before the threshold closed though I heard a person call option out.

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

I held the door, not being a mean person, and let him in the threshold. The guy seemed cute. culture medium duration hair, around six foundation, middling build, all in all a nice body.

"Thanks"he said to me.

"No trouble"I said back.

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

"Nah, Burger Billie Jean Moffitt King"I said back.

"Ah cool, Cool"he said.

Eventually, we both got to the one-quarter floor and we kept on walking down the hall. We also both turned the corner. We literally lived in the same hallway. As I stopped by my threshold 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 for thought. I also may of masturbated to a brain figure of him but that's besides the point. I quickly realized that I had no theme what his gens was and therefore I couldn't even delay his social media.

I don't know what it is about me but in my life sentence, the cutest boy had always not had a societal sensitive presence. It is a very annoying theatrical role of being attracted to them. The lone thing worse than that is not even knowing the cute guy gens. A couplet 24-hour interval later I went down the hallway and did some looking at epithet on doors, of course on the doorway to the way he lived in, the public figure had been taken down. Just my freaking luck. I could've looked at the emails the R.A. sent us but looking through 60 public figure didn't spirit 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 wing incline hall, first door on the right. In my dorm we had a pod toilet system where 6 way portion a bathroom. We also have a no-alcohol policy on campus. It's amazing which bathroom had the most alcoholic drink found in the garbage. The R.A. would pen email after email saying that he found Sir Thomas More alcohol in his pod's bathroom and it really was a one mortal causes everyone to be in fuss 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 grown disdain with him.

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

From : Matthew May

To : Tyler Grayson, Myles Wagner, etc.

open : room consolidation

how-do-you-do !

Part of Dorm protocol is to consolidate rooms to two mass per room. As being part of the recipient role of this e-mail you have been placed in a solo room and will be moved to have two per room.

Thanks,

Matthew May, conductor of Herman dorm

My first off reaction to this e-mail was obvious. What the fuck. I have been alone in my dormitory elbow room for over a semester now and it has gone just swimmingly, and because they want to spare some money, they want me to have got a stupid fucking roommate. I would be lying if I said I wasn't pissed. Then I looked in the email's receiver. Who the fuck is John Tyler Grayson ?

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

Part 3 : Each Other

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

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

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

From : Tyler Grayson

To : Myles Wilhelm Richard Wagner

Subject : Moving

Hey Myles,

Im Tyler. I 'm the other kid on our flooring with no roomy. 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 mind in the way of moving to another level. Just let me know when you get the opportunity.

Thanks,

Tyler



I responded back.

Hey Tyler,

I was planning to persist on this floor, so if you are staying as well, Either you have to propel to my elbow room or I have to go to yours. I 'm candid to either honestly.

Thanks,

Myles



The emails continued and they slowly got less and less master. Eventually he told me that he lived down the hall, where I knew he lived. It was time to pay him a sojourn. I walked down the hallway until I reached the door that correlated with the email. I knocked and sure enough Tyler answered. I entered the room.



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

"It's ticket. It's fine. I can act into this way, I definitely have lupus erythematosus material than you"I said back.

I looked at him, his average physique just at the right on level. Not fat but not buff either. Just a distinctive 19 year old boy. The decently long dark-brown hair with minor bangs almost reaching his eyes. The centre introducing me to an absolutely gorgeous face. I value faces in terms of pureness, at this glance, Tyler looked innocent as fuck.

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

Moving was an absolute chore because it was only me and Tyler doing all the lifting. Of all things though the biggest pain in the ass was lowering the bed from the top portion of the lofted layer back down to the flooring. It literally took us 20 minutes because the school bought very cheap layer for the dorms. The only Ag lining was that I did get to see President Tyler sweating which was attractive. I am lucky I don't spring random boners to the slight sexual thing, very lucky.

Eventually though I was moved in to John Tyler's room. In fact, when given the pick 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 first few dark. New roommate anxiety and all that son of a bitch, but eventually we got talking.

President Tyler and Me had completely dissimilar gamey school experiences. I went to a decently large high school day of 1200 students ( 250 per graduating family ), John Tyler went to a school day where his graduating category with 27. I did music and dramaturgy in high school, Tyler did mutant in high school. Tyler had a girlfriend from high school, I didn't really say much in reply to that. I told him about my dwelling house life. About how my mom had died of Cancer the Crab during my junior 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 off time if I was gay. Of course of instruction, I said I wasn't and then brushed that part of the conversation to the face. I was not coming out to him… at least not yet. Every so often we would get into mysterious lecture about lodge or political sympathies, he was a democrat so he had that going for the both of us, but usually we would just talk about our own yesteryear. Then I saw an ad for a movie on YouTube. The picture was a feature film featuring the chronicle of a gay person. Something that really interested me. Obviously President Tyler was less enthused. Of course a distich daylight later I saw the record in WalMart and bought it. I had no idea how brawny buying a record book could be.

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

"Dude, be life-threatening with me. Are you gay ?"He said to me. He wasn't joking.

"Yes"I said back.

Down the rabbit yap I went.



Part 4 :"Interesting"lecture

A hall building is an matter to topographic point to populate. During the few calendar month I lived in the Lapplander way as President 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. Tyler is definitely straight, there is no doubt about that. Literally half the matter I would said that revolve around gay stuff would make him desire to change the subject because he didn't feel comfortable. One day we were talking about stuff and I said something that made him mad.

"Go suck a dick"he said. It's a coarse phrasal idiom that a guy says to another when they are annoyed. Usually the person that it is directed to just jostle it off, but of row I am not convention. After the quaternary time he said it, I had an idea. I was ready to make him find awkward as fuck.

"Please"I said back.

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

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

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

One day I got a snap on Snapchat from President Tyler, the picture was of a white fluid on the rampart of the communal shower. It was obviously semen. This happened in middle Feb and we were still talking about it in the thick of April. It wasn't even cleaned up for about two calendar month. There was also the time where President Tyler was in the shower and he heard a groan from one of the horse barn, he didn't distinguish me this until the next morn when I told him I thought I saw cum on the base of the pot stall. We never confirmed who the shower jacker was, but the odds were on the weird guy across the entrance 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 worry people, but the most important in our conversations were the aforementioned Druggy and the guy next threshold Jacob. Now Jacob was a cool down as a cucumber kinda guy, but he was A-one feminine. We never really talked much, although Tyler would always joke that when he was gone Jacob would come over and we would make love. That was not the case obviously, but it became a recurring put-on in Tyler's repertoire. The roommate of Druggy and Jacob were actually passably cool masses that I had actually grown to have it off via music clobber but I never caught on with the actual two.

One of my favorite memories was when me and Tyler made an entire casting for the movie"The shower mariner"and casted all the the great unwashed in our sphere. I was Kevin James River, John was Kanye Rebecca West, Druggy was Owen Harriet Wilson. It was a upright time. We would sometimes talk deep into the nighttime, one clip even going as late as 2 a.m. when we both had course of study early in the morning.

Another side of meat of our convos was about my side substance abuse of writing fanfiction. I kinda dug myself into a fix until John 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 office. Tyler had a few friends on his flooring and one of them happened to be roommates with a very openly gay guy named Fred. Apparently Tyler's Quaker walked in on them snuggling in bed. 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 succeeding first light he confessed that they had had some fun.

I don't know why the piece of tail President Tyler's acquaintance would recite 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 Sir Thomas More details than I would've expected. All I can say is that the openly gay guy's roommate is a do it gumshoe. That's not even the end of the news report though.

Literally the following day I left the dorm to grab intellectual nourishment as normal and then walked through the back stairway to get back to the one-fourth floor. The only thing was that when I got to the threshold, Fred was there walking towards the stairs in the middle of the dorm. The Saame 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 story of the dorm there is a general study sphere with a few ovalbumin boards for multitude to go in and try to actually study for their tests in a apropos 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 crystalize sight of him. It must of looked like the most sketchy thing in the piece of ass universe.

I looked at him and he shifted his middle from Fred to me a couple times. I don't know why I did, but Instead of doing something to say I'm inexperienced person, 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 fount. Quickly after I returned to my student residence room I texted him saying that"That Probably looked crack cartoon"

"Yes… Yes it did"he replied back.

We talked about it that dark 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 Tyler basically everything about me. Tyler has told me tid bite here and there including that he has a gay full cousin who always has his young man cum inside him. That was an interesting conversation. That was the most interesting of the gay themed stories he told me. Overall, since he wasn't homosexually inclined he didn't pay much aid to it.

Tyler had by now been dating his girl for at least 3 years ( I didn't check the exact engagement ) and they seemed to be going firm as ever. She doesn't go to my college instead going to the big partition I school day in the sphere. I would very often walk into the dormroom seeing Tyler on his speech sound facetiming her. It also happens that she is the first and to my noesis only individual John Tyler outed me to without my permit, so that was annoying. I got over it though.

During the middle of April, Tyler had made a appointment with her to fete their day of remembrance of being together. He told me like a week prior that he wouldn't be around, as if I would really care, and sure enough on that Midweek he wasn't anywhere near my college Town. I saw on his Snapchat story that they were chilling at his house with a nice steak dinner. I'm not the biggest snoop when it comes to relationships as it doesn't interest me to a huge degree, but I never mind seeing two people that are happy. I assumed it all went well and to my knowledge it had.

Later that Nox I did my usual modus operandi, get in bed and masturbate. I don't know why but I don't masturbate by the standard jack-off. Instead, while wearing underwear and shorts/pants, force my fingerbreadth the promontory of my phallus through the clothing. I'm sure it made the nervousness not as responsive but it is way more concealable and more importantly to me, way Sir Thomas More cleanser as when I came it would go right into the underwear. The only if bad component about that is that if I was wearing bright colored shorts or knickers there would be a cum stigma, but I usually just put on another dyad of shorts before I went out to fix that issue.

It was about 8 p.m. or so when I heard a whang on the threshold. I assumed it was Tyler and I was justly when I saw him open the door. I had just masturbated and I was a bit sweaty because of it but I had my covers over me so the stain was invisible. Although something I did not expect happened. Behind him walked in his girlfriend and that took me completely off safety device. I was not warned even slightly and now I looked like a sweaty mess in my bed. Not the most paragon post for inaugural impressions. Soon enough though she left and it was just me and Tyler in the room like pattern. I did express my angriness that his Girlfriend came in without warning but it didn't seem like he really cared about it.

Tyler seemed like his normal self except for a slight stab of something not being perfect.

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

"Top or Bottom ?"I said back to him. He nodded at me"yes"but had a Wyrd expression on his fount."I'm honestly outdoors to anything, my pipe dream is to be somebody's first ass that they fuck. That would be amazing ''

Then something I didn't expect to add up out of his mouth was said.

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

I didn't know what to say back.

"At least you attempted, I wouldn't attempt something like that if I was in your 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 little laugh to try to get the topic over with. Tyler kept going.

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

"You do get a bible in your closet"I said to him with a tenuous tinge of smugliness.

"We're piece of ass stripling, waiting until marriage is the last generation thing, not us"he said back starting to sound more than and Thomas More exasperated.

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

He seemed to chill out down a little and we didn't talking for a honest 20 instant afterwards. We had both gone back to doing whatever, in my instance watching some youtube videos. Then he spoke again. The conversation continued.

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

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

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

"Have you heard of condoms ?"I said back to him in a nimble rebuttal.

"That's bonnie I guess"He said to me.

"But if I trust a guy he doesn't have to be covered, only if I don't trustingness him"I said back to him.

"So you would let a guy cum inside of you. Great, now that flick is stuck in my head"President 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 least a good thirty proceedings before we spoke again. It was starting to get late, about 11 at night.

"I really just wish she would of give suck me or something, I can't believe I got fucking blue air balled this night"Tyler said to me, looking straight into my eyes.

"What is with you and all this sex talk tonight ? This is Sir Thomas More than usual"I finally say to him about a minute later.

"I don't know, I guess in a way I'm envious of your casual position on sex. You just act like you will take aim 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"John Tyler said to me. Still staring at me.

"Oh believe me, If somebody wanted to throw 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 come together to attractive so I doubt many hoi polloi are even slightly interested. I just accept it and move on to the next day knowing I still have a hand"

"Dude, that's gross"

"We both know we have said way high-risk stuff"

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

"clotheshorse, why the screwing are you staring at me ?"I said to John Tyler, what I saw next was almost definitely the most offend thing I had ever seen. I saw Tyler push his screening off his body to show that he was wearing nothing under them. He had a wife-beater on his body and that was it. Nothing below the waste material. It was even more apparent when he jumped down from his bed.

I have seen a few dicks in my sentence, but none of the erect ace had been in somebody, only on the internet. Tyler's was in that phase between heavy and flacid, but it was still pretty sizable. It fit his body, not being too big or too humble that it looked uncanny. The emotion on his face was of confused guilt.

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

"I don't know what I'm doing man. I feel so fucking stupid right field 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 relocation. I was about to experience something I never thought would come about to me.

Chapter 6 : Bye Bye Virginity

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

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

This was beyond uncharted territorial dominion for me. I was basically a sinking ship waiting to happen. I didn't jazz how to answer. If I said"No"would he ravish me ? If I said"Yes"would it be enjoyable ? If I got up and ran to a Residential help saying my roommate was trying to rape me would he broadcast out everything I told him ? There was no unspoilt answer to this question, so I chose the safe result. The safe answer because all the solvent were bad answers.

"Yes"I said back to Tyler. His eyes 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 prepare to go.

President Tyler's prick was about 6.5 inches give or fill, thankfully it was cut because I wasn't that big a fan of prepuce. President Tyler took a appreciation of my hand and guided it down to his member. I grabbed it with the same kickshaw I hold my own and just started jacking him. It felt so weird touching another mortal's dick. I had done my mediocre share of jacking off over clip along with my normal masturbation habits, but feeling another prick was just purely exhilarating, Of track 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 manus moved to my head pushing me towards his prick. I had always wondered what it would be like to give suck a dick. How it would be to see a guy's renal pelvis moving back and Forth from my face right in front of my eyes as he gains pleasure from the ardent confines of my rima oris. Above his dick was a comme il faut amount of brownness pubic hair and within the first off brace of times I was taking his cock into my mouth I was already being forced to deepthroat him via President Tyler placing his work force on my drumhead forcing me down farther. Throughout all of this I had stayed mainly placidity not wanting to gain attention and Tyler did too but with the occasional grunt and moans. It would go from me having picayune control to me having no control when Tyler told me to get up and get closer to the rampart. I sat down and let him straddle my face with my head against the rampart. This was followed with an intense face fucking session which ended with me almost puking. Some of his jabbing would go straight to the dorsum of the rima oris and some would hit my rear teeth. He didn't seem to care and I couldn't do anything to stop that percentage 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 body. He then looked down at me."You realize that we don't have any lubricant or rubber right Myles ?"

It wasn't long before he had me rolled over on my articulatio genus with my ass up in the air. At least he was able to take hold of some of his shampoo from his shower caddy so we would have some kind of lube, but it was obviously not ideal. He smeared some on his finger and then ran it up and down my trap. Eventually he started poking around until he found the marker and stuck his finger deep as it could go into my mess. It hurt like absolute hell. I had fingered myself only a few metre before and the last time was a while ago so my ass was very pixilated. John Tyler quickly added a second and then the extra abominable third base finger before finally pulling out his fingers and moving faithful to me.

I could feel his phallus run against my ass. He tried pushing and missed the mark, on the second try he pierced my interior making my pot of pain in the ass go close to overdrive. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt, but a second later it had already subsided by three twenty-five percent. It never didn't distress but I could actually see why behind 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 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 buy at and overall he was getting faster in the pumping of his dick into my ass. I could finger the sweat from his body dripping down onto my own and I could hear his mouth right succeeding to my ear panting and moaning. This was how I was losing my virginity and part of me was not mad about it.

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

I couldn't see the liquidness coming out of my ass, but If I were to make a bet I would say it was white and goopy. I felt it splash out and then run down my second joint onto the ground. Sorry person who has to pick these story after we leave. President 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 strip myself but when I went near the threshold Tyler wouldn't let me.

"Go to bed"Tyler said in an exacerbate tone of voice. I obeyed his orderliness. 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 intimate assault that I didn't actually mind. I do love President Tyler Grayson, did I want to be raped by him ? Not really, but I did want to have sex with him. I can't get that out of my nous. I wanted it and I got it, just not in the best of cases.

The next sunup I could tell that Tyler was guilty about the entire affair, 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 weeks later we both left the dorm building for the summertime, we would be going our separate ways only to see each former 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 .