Alliance of Gay Students

Tom held me, pulled me close, and kissed me. “Hmm,” he said, “I’m going to need to figure out how to fuck myself into first place.”

“Shall I give you a hint?” I asked.

Tom nodded.

“Just how much of your tongue could you fit in my cunt?”

Tom pushed me away. “Get the fuck out of my room.”

I walked to the door.

“You coming back tomorrow? I’ll meet you at lunch” Tom smiled, and I went back to my room.

Sometimes, I think it’s amazing that I was able to go to class and completely focus. The same thing happened when I was doing homework. No ‘impure’ thoughts ever entered my mind, but as soon as I was finished, all I could think about was guys and sex. When I was alone and massaging myself, I used to think of different guys, but after having met Jeremy, I usually thought about him, and how it felt when he was inside me.

During lunch, I kept looking for Tom. I knew that when he finished eating, he would be free for some fun. I kept playing with my food, and while searching the room, I noticed a guy I hadn’t seen before. I could tell from his shirt that he had some nice muscles. He wasn’t facing my direction, so I wasn’t able to make eye contact. I was feeling guilty that I kept looking at him while I was searching for Tom. But Tom wasn’t here. I got up to get a little bit of dessert, and I walked close to him. I could tell he had a hairy chest, and his legs were moderately hairy, too. After getting some cobbler, I intentionally walked by his table again. His brown hair and green eyes were perfect for his handsome, manly face. I was doing more than just glancing at him, and he was looking at me. He didn’t look away; he didn’t nod; he just stared.

I ate my cobbler slowly; Tom never showed. I guess I wasn’t going to get rimmed. I sighed with the realization. I wondered what to do instead. A nap? Study ahead? Jerk off? I started to feel a little dejected when I noticed the other guy was sitting on the other side of his table and looking at me. I got up and sort of shuffled to the dirty place station; I walked past his table again, and as I did I put my index finger on his table and let it drag. Then I went to the bin to put my plates down.

When I turned around, directly in front of me stood the man I’d been watching. I looked up at him. He was a little over six feet tall. My head came to just below his nose. I imagined that he could pick me up and toss me across the room. “I saw you looking at me as you walked by.”

“That’s because I was… looking that is.”

His hand moved down to his bulge, and he ran his index finger over it. He smiled. “You’re taking me back to your room, right?”

“My room?” I asked. My dick was getting hard.

He chuckled. “You want me to fuck you here?”

“Follow me.” I couldn’t believe I was doing this. A hunky, sexy stud wanted sex with me and I was going to let it happen. I started up the stairs to my room, and I felt his hand squeeze my ass.

“I can’t wait to take this,” I heard him say.

I stopped at the landing and grabbed his cock through his pants. It felt enormous. He pushed my hand away.

“Not yet, pussy boy.”

I’m not sure why, but the way he said it got me even more excited. I led him to my room. I couldn’t wait to run my hands over his hairy chest. I unlocked the door to my room. He put his hands on my shoulders. “Are you sure you want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah, I’m positive,” I replied.

He pushed us into the room and closed the door behind us. I heard the lock click. My roommate wasn’t there, and I was relieved. Strong arms turned me around and pushed me against the locked door. His mouth was on mine in an instant, and his tongue began to force my lips apart. While his lips and tongue went to town on my face. He pulled my shirt over my head without unbuttoning it. He pulled back and removed his shirt. With his left hand, he pulled me to his chest. “Suck my nipples,” he commanded. I grabbed his chest with my hands and sucked his left nipple into my mouth.

His hands went down to my ass, and he squeezed my cheeks so hard that I squealed. “Shut the fuck up,” he growled. He pulled the waistband of my pants, and I heard the button rip loose and bounce on the floor. He lifted me into the air and pulled my pants, underwear, and shoes off. I was naked in his arms. He swatted my ass. It hurt like hell; then he licked my cheeks where he had just smacked me.

He pushed me against the door and lowered me to my feet. I was panting while he undid his pants and within seconds he was naked in front of me. His dick was at least an inch and a half longer than mine, and it was thick, too. With his hands on my ears, he pulled me down and stuffed his cock into my mouth. The head of his cock hit the back of my mouth. I had practiced deep throating with a dildo, but his dick was a little bigger around than my practice penis. He shoved himself in. I felt him enter my throat.

“Fucking hell, that’s good. You’re way better than that fucking bitch my parents want me to marry.” He held my head and thrust in and out of my mouth. I began to produce thick saliva, and my eyes began to water. Without warning, he pulled me from his cock. “I need to be careful, you’ll make me come too soon.” He chucked and picked me up and carried me to my bed. He laid me over his knee and began poking my ass cheeks. His cock was poking me in my stomach. He slapped each cheek quickly then I felt his finger rubbing my hole. I heard him spit, and he rubbed harder.

I wasn’t sure whether I was dizzy from the attention to my hole or disoriented from having been skull-fucked and spanked. With a hand on each of my legs, he pulled me up. “Get my cock wet.” My mouth was almost lined up with his dick, so I grabbed it and licked the precum that was oozing at the tip. At the same time, I felt my legs being spread apart, and he began to lick my hole. “Shit, you’re making me really horny now.” He swung me around and tossed me onto the bed. I reached up and grabbed a condom. I handed it to him.

“Fuck. You want me to wear one of those. It’s so much better raw.”

“Well, raw ain’t happening,” I said as I rolled onto my back and exposed my hole to him. I was looking forward to rubbing my hands over those hairy pecs as he thrust in and out of me.

He put the condom on and flipped me onto my front. I felt him push my knees apart with his, and as he pushed his cock into me, he pressed my head down into the mattress. I screamed into the mattress as his dick stretched my hole. It hadn’t hurt the other times I was fucked; it must have been his extra girth. He bounced on the bed as he fucked me. He grabbed my neck and pushed my head down. I wanted to slow him down, but my arms would not reach that way, and I began to have trouble breathing. He moved down so the entire weight of his body was on me. His hips flexed and drove his penis deep inside me. The pain had eased, by it was by no means a comfortable feeling.

His lips wrapped around my outer ear, and he tongued the rim of it. “You are so fucking tight. I think this is the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked.” He began to slam into me. “Fuck yeah, I’m close.” He rammed with all his might two times, and then he stood up. “Fucking A. That was good.”

I rolled onto my back. My eyes were blurry, but I saw him put his clothes back on. “I’ve got class, or I’d hang around and give you another go round.” He smiled, slipped into his shoes, and left. I reached down and touched my sore ass sphincter.

He was so handsome, so sexy, yet he was a totally selfish asshole. And I had let him use me. I fought back the tears. I’d been his pussy boy, but I wasn’t going to be a pussy. I looked over at the used condom he’d dropped on the floor. I picked it up and put it in the trash. I changed my sheets and took the soiled ones along with the blanket to the laundry. While they washed, I went and took a shower. The water stung. I heard my father telling me that I would get what I paid for when I wanted to buy a cheap, used car. I put on fresh clothes and sat uncomfortably on my sore ass while my sheets finished. I folded them and took them back to my room. I sat on my bed and stared out the window until after five.

I went down to the dining hall and overfilled my plate. No one was sitting at what we had called the ‘Alliance’ table, and I didn’t want to be the first. I found an empty table in the corner, and I sat there. I was angry with myself. I let my horniness take over. I wasn’t thinking with my head. I started thinking that had he wanted to, he could have really hurt me. Would I have let him? I was fortunate he was willing to wear a condom. I didn’t even know his name.

“What’s going on, Aaron?”

The question startled me. It was Ryan Cooper. He was the kind of man who would notice that something was bothering me. I didn’t want him to know because I didn’t want Jeremy to know. Jeremy knew that I would keep looking for sex, but I didn’t want him to know how careless I had been.

“I’m just feeling sorry for myself for making some stupid decisions,” I told him.

“Did those choices result in the bruises on your neck?” he asked; there was a quiet caring in his voice.

I felt my eyes get misty, but I refused to let my emotions take over.

“Maybe,” I mumbled.

“Well, come over here and feel sorry for yourself with us.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “You know, stupid choices make for great stories later on. But right now, if you’ve escaped death or bodily injury, then it’s an opportunity to learn something. Remember, you can talk to me anytime.”

I laughed as I moved my plate next to his and sat down. “Then I guess I gave myself a chance to learn a valuable lesson.” I bit my lower lip.

“I’m glad,” Ryan added.

“Have you heard from Jeremy?” asked Spencer.

“Not yet,” I replied.

“I know,” said Ryan, “that he wants to come up here during the break. He told me that you're the first friend he’s had that he can talk to about anything.”

“And I think you make a cute couple,” Spencer added.

“He doesn’t think of me that way,” I replied.

“Maybe not now, and maybe not ever. But not everyone falls in love at first sight,” Ryan said. “I know someone who met a guy four years ago, and they just recently realized that they have feelings for each other that go beyond friendship.”

“Four years,” nodded Spencer. “That’s a lot of blowjobs.”

“Don’t listen to him too closely,” Ryan advised me. “Spence is an idiot in his spare time.”

Spencer laughed. “I’m trying to make it my full-time job.”

Wow, I thought. Wouldn’t it be cool to have a family like these two? I went back to my room after dinner feeling a lot better. My ass was still sore, but I had learned something important.

A few days later, I received a text message from Jeremy telling me to look for an email with dates in it and to let him know which dates worked for me. They all worked for me; I was going to be practically alone in the dorm during the entire break. I started to focus on my finals. I had all A’s, and I didn’t want to blow it.

Things went really well until my last final. The class was separated into two groups, and the TA who would proctor the exam was none other than the nameless stud who gave me a sore ass. His name turned out to be Robin Hastings. I had trouble concentrating for the test; fortunately, it was multiple choice on scanned forms. There were several questions that I didn’t find an answer that matched mine. When I reworked the problem, I discovered I had made an error, usually a silly mistake. I finally finished, but I was one of the last left in the room. The professor had come back in as I turned in my form. Robin recognized me, but it was obvious he did remember from where. I guess I was just another hole. He said, “Hey, there.”

I said nothing.

The professor asked me if we knew one another.

“Not really,” I said.

“If he’s your friend, I need to know. He proctored you.”

“He’s no friend of mine. I talked to him once, at lunch.”

“That’s right,” said Robin. “That’s why you looked familiar.”

I stared at him. Vengeance is mine saith the LORD. Besides, would I feel any better if I told the professor? Would it make any difference? I decided. “Anything else professor?”

“No. You’re fine,” he replied.

I walked back to my dorm slowly. It was still really warm. The weatherman said we would remain in the eighties at least through Christmas Day. I was exhausted, and the warm weather didn’t help. I got back to my bed and slept. I was looking forward to the twenty-third, the day Jeremy would arrive.

Without a lot to do, I took long walks, long showers, long naps, and short study sessions. Since the dining hall was closed, I made sandwiches and more sandwiches, etc., etc., etc. The days went by slowly. I had to check my phone or computer to know which day it was. I wrote long rambling emails to Jeremy, and he asked me at one point if I’d been drinking. I told him that I was losing my mind like the guy in the ‘Shining.’ I was joking, of course, but Jeremy wasn’t laughing.

The twenty-third took forever to arrive. I had everything ready. I’d stuffed the refrigerators with food. Chip had emptied the room of his stuff, but he’d left his little fridge. I stuffed it with Coke and lunch meat. I made Chip’s bed in case Jeremy wanted to have his own bed to sleep in. The room was spotless. I’d bought a box of condoms just for us and a jar of expensive lube that had silicone in it. I’d read that it didn’t dry out and get sticky like the water-based stuff. I put them both in easy to access locations.

Carrying a light jacket, I went to the parking lot and waited. Every time I heard a car get close, my heart rate went up. Finally, a beat-up green Chevy pick-up pulled into the lot. I stood up, and Jeremy gave me a little wave. He parked, and I saw a figure in jeans and a plaid shirt get out. Fuck, but he looked good. If he’d had a cowboy hat on, I’d have pushed him back in the truck and done him behind the steering wheel. I ran to him and gave him a hug.

“How’ve you been?” He pushed my bangs back.

All the stress and tension and thoughts boiled up to the surface as his fingers ran across my scalp. I burst into tears.