Alliance of Gay Students

I made plans to push him down behind some bushes in the park and take his ass as he had taken mine, but there were too many cops patrolling the park. Spencer would have to wait.

On Sunday evening, Vincent distracted his co-worker while Spencer made his bed appear to have a body sleeping in it. Spencer slipped out of the graduate dorm with a small bag filled with his clothing for the next day. Once Spencer was away, he went back to his room, where Kenneth Raymond Baker waited for him. What they did, I could only speculate, but Ken told me that compared to other lovers he’d had, Vincent knew what a penis was really for and how to use one effectively.

In the meantime, Spencer made his way to my dorm room. Bill was spending the night in Blake’s room, since Blake’s roommate was not expected to return until the next morning. A gentle rap at the door signaled me that the love of my life had arrived to spend the night with me. I opened the door and Spencer slipped in.

He was dressed in a tank top and gym shorts. Fuck, but he looked good. I anticipated a night of giving and receiving blowjobs, of probing his ass with my cock, of taking his dick inside my ass, of kissing every part of his body with my lips, of feeling his lips kiss parts of me that I had forgotten even existed, and of sleeping with him wrapped in my arms. My dick immediately got hard. He pulled me to him and kissed me; his tongue reached so far into my mouth that I was sure it had grown since our last encounter.

We had finally stopped to catch our breath when there was another knock at the door. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I opened the door to see Bill and Blake standing there. I said nothing.

Blake spoke up, “He came back early. He doesn’t want to hear any noise because he has a test tomorrow.”

I didn’t say anything, but I think my face read utter devastation. I fought back tears, I’d been so looking forward to this night.

Bill stepped into the room. “April Fucking Fools.”

Blake burst out laughing. “You should have seen the look on your face.”

“We were waiting around the corner for Spencer to show up.” He couldn’t control himself; he continued to guffaw.

I pushed Bill back into the hall. “You two are nothing but a piece of shit. You fucking faggots better stay away from me.” I slammed the door. I looked up at Spencer. A surprised look appeared on his face. I opened the door back up. Bill and Blake stood there looking at the floor. “That was a good one guys, but you will pay for it. Mark my words.”

They began to laugh again, and I closed the door once more.

The two of us had been snuggling under the covers since soon after Spencer arrived. Our hands had explored while our lips devoured the other’s lips. Until Spencer playfully nipped at me and I tasted blood in my mouth. He was so apologetic that it just endeared to me even more. Spencer wiggled closer to me.

“You’re so beautiful, Ryan. I feel silly when I think about it, but your blue eyes really do look like sapphires under a layer of water. Sometimes I think I could fall into them, and just keep falling forever. Other times, I think I’ve already fallen into them. I want to go back to your hometown with you. I want to walk holding your hand and tell anyone who didn’t appreciate you how great you are. And if I meet someone who was mean to you, I want him to know all that he missed out on by not getting to know you.”

“That’s sweet.”

“It’s not meant to be sweet.”

“But it is; the way you want to right the wrongs I suffered as a child prove you love me, that you're protective of me.” I kissed him.

Spencer kissed me back and then began to kiss my neck, my collar bone. Then he went to work on my nipples. His tongue and teeth made my nipples and my dick get hard. He moved down so he could kiss and tongue my abs. My cock was pressed against my lower abs by his chest, and it continued to throb. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations. Are there words that truly express what it’s like when the rough surface of tongue runs against the rectus abdominis muscle? According to my anatomy teacher, the skin over the abs is not any more sensitive to touch than most parts of the body, but I knew that if he continued, he’d force an ejaculation.

As if Spencer knew when he had pushed me to the edge, he stopped. “Hand me that lube that I brought. It’s at the edge of the pillow.” I followed his request as though it were an order from my dictator; perhaps it was. The strange scent of strawberry banana filled my nostrils, and the cold sensation of liquid on my cock made me jerk slightly. Spencer used his hand to spread the lubricant around my shaft.

He wrapped the fingers of his left hand around the base of my dick. His right hand moved up to the nipples of my left pec. His mouth covered the head of my cock, and I felt the negative pressure of his suction. He immediately released my dick and began to gag.

“Fucking hell,” he managed to say between heaves.

“Spence,” I sat up. “What’s wrong?”

“That lube tastes like shit,” he gagged again.

“Really?” I asked. “It smells really delicious.”

“Fuck, I need to go to the bathroom and rinse out my mouth.”

I grabbed his running shorts and helped him put them on. He left the room. I questioned whether I should go with him, but it would violate our agreement not to risk being seen together. I decided he wouldn’t die from the lubricant, so I stayed behind. If he took longer than five minutes, I would go after him. I heard some sounds near the door, and got closer.

“Hey, Spencer.”

Shit, someone recognized him.

“Hi, Elliot.”

Fuck, Elliot Rodriguez. What did that dickhead want?

“Whatchya doing on this floor? Don’t you live on four?”

Elliot was also an idiot.

“Can you keep a secret?” asked Spencer.

“Sure,” replied Elliot with a sinister little laugh.

“Blake’s not the only guy fucking Bill.”

“What?” Elliot sniggered. “You’re fucking him, too?”

“Shh. I’m trusting you. You did not see me here.”

“OK. Hey, when you get tired of dicking him, let me know. My ass is tight; we can have some fun.”

There was quiet for several moments before Spencer came into the room.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“Yeah, I just had to get that nasty taste out of my mouth.” Spencer began to pull down his shorts.

“What are you doing?” I inquired.

“Getting naked,” he chuckled.

“I need to talk to you first,” I said.

“What is it, babe?”

“I understand that you’ve been fucking Bill behind my back.”

“Actually, I’ve been fucking Blake, but I have been letting Bill blow me. It seems the only way to get him to stop talking is to stuff a dick in his mouth.”

“What about your plans to fuck Elliot Rodriguez?”

“Oh, that’s just a back-up plan, in case you and I don’t work out,” he told me.

“You’re an asshole,” I said.

He pulled his shorts off and bent over in front of me. “No this is an asshole.” he pushed me onto the bed, grabbed my still hard cock, and guided it into his hole. Spencer sat in my lap with my cock inside him. “Perfect fit. I’m an asshole, and you’re a dick.” He began moving up and down.

“This feels different from the other ways,” I said.

Spencer started to grunt. “Fuck me, Ryan.”

I started to hump up. The grip he had on my dick was squeezing me in a different way, and before I knew it, I was shooting my load into him. “Shit, Spencer, I think you’re going to rip my dick off.”

I could tell that he was breathing heavily. He sat back, and my entire dick was inside him. Cum oozed out of his ass and ran down my ball sack. I squeezed my ass cheeks together to make my dick jerk.

“Oooo, that’s nice,” Spencer said between deep breaths. He leaned back against me. More cum sputtered out of his ass.

“What happens when we run out of positions, Spense? Will you still love me?”

Spencer twisted around, and my dick plopped out of him with the sound of a popgun. “Ryan, if the only thing we did was to kiss on the lips, with no tongue, and you finger fucked me with your pinkie, I’d still love you. I’m going to love you forever.”

“Sometimes, I feel a little insecure, you know, and I’m worried that you’ll be taken away from me and that I’ll never see you again.”

“That won’t happen. It can’t happen. I have something up my sleeve.”

“You’re not wearing a shirt; you don’t have any sleeves.” I poke him in the ribs.

“Homestead will keep us safe. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. Right now, will you sit in my lap?”

I reached around and touched him. “But Mister, you have a snake in your lap.”

“Check again, it’s actually a steel rod.”

I got up and put some strawberry/banana lube on my ass. “Ooo, makes my ass smell sweet.” I turned around; Spencer was seated back, his knees at the edge of the bed. I stood on the bed with my feet on each side of him, and I squatted down. Somehow, in this position, his dick slid right into me, and it felt like it was bigger, both longer and wider. Spencer made little thrusts upwards as I moved my ass up and down his stiff shaft. He grabbed my thighs and fucked me faster. I had the urge to grab my cock and jack off. Spencer let go of my thighs and placed his hands on my shoulders. He pulled me down and dumped his cum into me. I fell forward and against him. We were both out of breath.

I moved up, and Spencer’s dick noisily left my ass. I could tell that a lot of cum spilled from within me. “You really emptied out that time, didn’t you?” I pushed him back and laid on top of him. I could hear his rapidly beating heart.

“Oft it is said, that with your man in his bed, and his dick up your butt, he is bound to nut and nut and nut.”

“Who said that?” I asked as I stood up.

“I just did.”

“You made it up?”

“You sound as if you don’t believe I can make up something like that,” Spencer said.

“Not at all, Spence, I think it’s cool.” I kissed him. “You dumped a gallon of cum in my bum. I think I need to shower. Your babies are running down my leg.”

“You don’t want my babies to sleep with us tonight? You want to wash them down the drain?”

“Spencer, I will sleep in a pool filled with your semen.” I kissed him again.

“That’s all I wanted to hear. No go shower. I’ll check the sheets. I’ll shower when you get back.”

The two of us were spooning between clean sheets when I heard the gentle rhythm of Spencer’s sleep. Soon, I joined him in slumber. I’m not sure how long we were asleep, my phone wasn’t near the bed. A violent motion in the bed brought me out of REM. Spencer was sitting up and breathing hard. I turned over and touched his brow.

“What is it?”

“Bad dream.”

“Do you want to tell me? Will it make you feel better?” I interlaced my fingers with his.

“I don’t know. I just remember walking across campus. I was all alone, and it started raining blood.” I could sense quiet sobs. It had really scared him.

“Do you want to sit up? Can I get you some water?”

“Make love to me, Ryan. I need you.” He moved onto his back and pulled his legs apart for me.

The gentleness of his tone and his need for me touched me. I positioned myself and rubbed the head of my penis against his opening. He could make me hard in an instant, and this was no exception. I pushed into him, and he uttered a “yes.” I leaned forward and kissed him as I moved slowly in and out.

“I love you, Spence. I’m sure you’re the reason for my existence.”

“My life would mean nothing without you, Ryan.”

We were connected, emotionally and physically. I felt myself get close, but this time, I didn’t want to ram my cock into him. I gently slid in as far as I could and let my dick pulse as I released into him. Spencer squeezed my ass as my tongue caressed his lips, and I felt his cock throb and release into the space between us.