Two Freshman

I moved closer, pressed into him. Our dicks touched; electricity shot through me. I tilted my head up to look at his eyes. “Take me, Dylan; make me yours.

“I can’t make you mine, Mark. I don’t love you.”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” I told him.

“Maybe we’ve done all that we should today.” He pulled away and sat at his desk.

I put my hand on his shoulder. “Dylan.” It was a plea; I wanted more from him.

“No. Please don’t touch me. You told me you wanted to be friends and to have sex. You look at me in a way that tells me you want more than that, and I can’t. I want to fuck some guys who won’t tell on me.” Dylan wouldn’t turn around and look at me.

My lower lip started to tremble. I searched and found my underwear and put them on without saying anything. I dressed and put my shoes on. Dylan was silent; he hadn’t moved from his place. I thought we were going to be friends. I thought I could share my secrets with him. I turned and walked out of his room. I felt a pit in my stomach and possibly some anger. Maybe I was just upset.

I didn’t want to go to my room, but that’s where my feet carried me. I stood at the door and sucked in a deep breath. I was not going to walk into my room and start crying. I just wasn’t. The room was dimly lit, and I didn’t remember leaving any lights on. I realized it was a light over Hawk’s desk. I walked over to turn it off. I heard the toilet flush and the sink in the bathroom running. Hawk was here. I shook my head without thinking about it and saw that he had a website on his screen that I often visited, ‘boyfriendtv.com’ was clearly on his laptop. Hawk walked into the room; he had a buttplug in his hand.

“Oh, fuck.” As he said it, his entire demeanor changed. His eyes darted to the laptop that was only a few feet from me. He knew I had seen it. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Hawk sat on his bed. Tears began to pour from his eyes. “You said you were going to be gone until morning. Please, please, don’t tell anyone.” He began to gasp for air.

His erratic breathing frightened me. “Hey, slow, deep breaths.”

“My dad will kill me; I know he will. He can’t find out. He’ll shoot me in the head.” He said something after that, but I couldn’t decipher it. I grabbed some tissues and handed them to him.

“Hawk, I have no reason to tell anyone. I won’t tell anyone.”

He looked at me the way a puppy looks after being scolded. I sat next to him. He blew his nose and buried his face in his hands.

I wasn’t sure what to say to him. “Your father won’t find out. It’s just a stupid website.”

He looked at me and held up the buttplug. I saw his eyes well up again. “I shouldn’t have bought it; I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry.”

I looked up at the ceiling. Shit. I thought my life was fucked up. “Hawk, you’re running on emotions. Let’s be rational. OK?”

He shook his head no, but he said, “OK.”

“Let’s examine what’s happened here. I walked in, saw the computer, and I saw you.”

His face tensed.

“Now, I know you’re gay. But it’s OK because I’m not going to tell anyone. So, besides you and me, who else knows you’re gay?”

He grew extra serious. “The guy at the buttplug store knows.”

“Does he know you?” I asked.

“What if he tells my dad?” He had crossed the line to desperation.

“Does he know you?”

“No.”

I took a breath. “Then he doesn’t give a shit. He sells those things all the time. He probably doesn’t even remember you. So, two and a half people know. Right? So how would your dad find out? I’m not telling him. And if he finds out, he’s not going to kill you.”

“Yes, he would. My older brother was doing a lot of things with his friend Sam, and my dad thought they were spending too much time together. My dad brought a gun to the table when Sam and I were eating breakfast; he put the gun to Sam’s head, and he told them that if he found out that Sam was fucking Roger, he would blow a hole in Sam’s head. And he said that if he found out the Roger was fucking Sam, my dad said he would shove the gun up Sam’s ass and blow his insides out and watch Sam die a slow death.” Hawk started to tear up again.

My childhood of abuse and neglect didn’t seem so bad. I put my arm around Hawk’s shoulder. “We’ll make sure he doesn’t find out.”

“OK.”

“I think you should go into the bathroom and wash your face. You’ll feel better. We can talk some more when you get back out.”

Hawk slowly got up. He no longer had the buttplug in his hand. He walked to the bathroom, and when he got to the door, he said, “I’m sorry for the way I treated you. I thought it would help keep people from finding out.”

“Well, I will admit that I didn’t suspect.” I smiled at him. “I just thought you were a homophobic prick.” I stood up to go to my side of the room.

“You know, there were several times that I wished you were gay.” Hawk turned to go into the bathroom.

“I amgay, Hawk.”

He stopped for a moment, but he didn’t turn back around. I felt some tension in the air for about ten seconds, then he went into the bathroom and closed the door.

I stripped down to my underwear and crawled under my covers. I assessed my feelings and thoughts about my roommate. He was an average-looking guy. He wasn’t muscular or overweight. He wasn’t thin or gangly. He didn’t smoke or do drugs. He did drink too much when he went to parties, and I guess bringing back homely drunk girls was part of his cover. I guess I could see why he thought he needed a cover. Fear of being murdered by one’s own father certainly was a strong motivator.

I heard the click of the bathroom door. Hawk was quiet as he moved across the room and stood near my bed. He was naked. He’d been naked before as he headed to bed, but he just stood next to me. I turned on my side and was aware that he had an average-sized penis; it seemed fully erect.

“Mark, will you come to my bed and fuck me?”

I thought about asking him whether he was sure that’s what he wanted. I knew that he’d had two one-nighters with girls. I saw the condom wrappers, so I also knew he played it safe.

As if he’d read my mind, he said, “Will you do it without a condom? I want to feel it when you come. I trust you.”

“Do you want me to just stick it in, or do you want to kiss first?” I asked.

“I like kissing,” he replied. “I’ve never kissed a guy.”

I got out of bed and I pushed my underwear off. I reached up and pulled his head to me and kissed him. His lips were smaller than Dylan’s, but they were more practiced. His tongue darted in and out, found my tongue, fought with it for a few seconds, and disappeared only to reappear after my tongue had been unable to find it.

My dick immediately inflated to its full size. I felt Hawk’s fingers encircle me. They were slippery and moved quickly over my shaft. He moved his head and whispered to me. “I lubed myself hoping you’d want to. You do, don’t you.”

“Just try to stop me,” I whispered back.

Hawk stepped back and pulled me with him. “Can I be on my back so I can watch you?”

“Sure.” I kissed him again.

We got to the edge of his bed, and he pulled me down. “In the videos, they put a pillow under to hike up their ass. He grabbed his pillow. I took it and pushed his legs up and stuffed the pillow under him. I could see his hole. It glistened from the lube. He handed me a tube. “Put more on your dick.”

I spread a little more of the slick gel on my cock before pressing the head of my erection against his hole. I wondered how easily it would go inside. Hawk spread his legs apart by holding his knees. I leaned forward a little; I felt resistance, but I kept pushing.

I heard a small gasp. “Oh, fuck, fuck. It’s like my ass doesn’t want to let you but it feels awesome to feel your dick pushing to get in.” He gasped again as I pushed a little farther inside.

The grip his ass had on my cock vacillated between too much and fuck me terrific. I pushed a little harder. I met with resistance. Hawk took a deep breath, and my dick slid in until my pubic bone hit his. He squealed a long fuck and looked at me with wide-open eyes.

“You wanted my dick,” I said. “It’s in there now.”

He gritted his teeth. “Don’t you fucking move. Your dick’s a monster.”

“Fucking pussy,” I grinned. “Get ready, because I’m going to be fucking your pussy.”

“Kiss me dammit. Don’t just fuck me. Kiss me while you fuck me.”

I leaned forward and pushed his legs just a little farther apart. He grunted, and I pressed my lips on his. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I sucked it in, pivoted my hips back to pull part of the way out of him. He tried to pull his tongue back, but I gripped onto it. At the same time, I pushed myself back into him. He whimpered.

I began to pump in and out of him. His whimpers became moans. I slowly released his tongue as I fucked him with more force. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. His dick began to jerk up and against my abdomen as I pushed deep inside his belly.

The blast from the stream of cum from his dick surprised me. It hit the bottom of my chin and scattered across his chest. I leaned back and held his legs near his hips. I watched my dick move in and out of him. Seeing my dick fuck him turned me on even more. I pushed and squirted my load into his guts. Three loads of cum were released from inside me. I stopped moving, my dick still deep inside Hawk. I looked up at him, and he was covered in his own ejaculate.

“That was incredible. I’ll never fuck another girl; this beats that hand-down.” Hawk smiled up at me. “I didn’t deserve it, but thanks for being a good friend.”

I’m not sure why, but I leaned down and kissed him. My dick made a wet slurpy sound as it popped out of him. He jerked slightly. “Let’s take a hot shower and cuddle.”

He stared straight into my eyes. “I figured you for a cuddler.” He smirked.

“And I figured you for a prick. I guess we’re both right.”