This guy transferred in the final year of high school when we were all over 18.
Well… it was wild. Back in high school, there was this athlete. Good build, popular with the girls, everyone else respected him. Blonde, blue eyes, 6’5", muscular, smooth except for a little happy trail.
Everyone knew I was gay. Big city, nobody really cared, except him and a few others. They’d tease me here and there, but nothing serious. Just words. Probably because I worked out too and had friends who’d back me up. Mess with me, and you mess with all of us.
High school ended. His glory lasted just a year, and then we went off to college. I got a dorm, the catch being I had a roommate. I didn’t mind; for all I knew, maybe the roommate was gay too.
Well… low and behold, it ended up being Nathan. The same guy.
We remembered each other. No grudges. He was homophobic, yeah, I knew it because everyone he didn’t like got called “fag” or “queer.” Didn’t bother me; my skin’s too thick.
I thought he was straight. He’d bring girls over, brag about how good the last one was, his friends cheering him on. I could hear it all because, of course, they couldn’t shut the fuck up. I complained, argued a few times, then gave up and bought noise-canceling headphones.
Then one day, he got mail. The building worker, who knows we live together, asked me to bring it to him. The return address made me pause… a sex store. I’ve ordered from them before: fleshlights, toys, the usual. Curiosity got the better of me.
I peeked. Not a fleshlight. A dildo.
I set it on the coffee table in the living room and took the gay erotica book I’d been reading in my hand. A few hours later, Nathan walks in. Eyes wide.
“What the—”
“Your mail,” I said, not even looking up from my book.
“That… that’s not mine,” he stammered, trying to retreat.
“Do your friends know?” I asked casually.
“Do they know what?” His voice was sharp, defensive.
“That you suck dick. Oh wait,” I smirked, nodding at the dildo, “that you take dick up your ass.” My hand moved to my crotch, rubbing. The anger in his eyes flickered as he realized I was thinking about him like this.
“So what? What’re you gonna do about it?”
“Hm… I dunno. Tell your friends?” I teased, knowing full well I wouldn’t.
“And what am I gonna have to do to keep your mouth shut?” he asked, taking a step closer.
“I dunno,” I shrugged. “Figure it out,” I said and he dropped to his knees and wrapped his hands around my boner. My book went aside. “I thought you were straight… homophobic,” I murmured, feeling him start to rub my errection.
“Well, I never had the luck of openly being who I am,” he said, sliding my underwear down, taking my cock in his hand, stroking it before finally taking me into his mouth. I grabbed his head, guiding him as his wet tongue slid along my shaft, driving me absolutely insane.
“Fuck…” I moaned, hips jerking as he looked me in the eyes. The little bottom in him—still surprising, given his size—worked me relentlessly. He sucked the tip, then slid his lips along the side, jerking my cock with one hand while teasing my balls with the other.
He took me back into his mouth, deeper this time, tongue pressing against the underside, moaning around me. “Mhmmmm…” he choked softly as I pushed deeper, tip hitting the back of his throat and sliding down. Every motion, every little sound he made, sent shocks of pleasure through me.
I kept up with him, hips bucking, pace increasing. “I’m gonna… fuck, Nate…” I warned, just in case he pulled away, wanting to cum on his face. But he didn’t stop, instead he kept on going, sucking and licking, stroking, until my cock twitched in his mouth. My release hit in thick, salty spurts, coating his lips and tongue, and he swallowed eagerly, tasting me fully.
When he pulled back, a bit of spit and cum clung to his lips, and he caught the residue on his finger, licking it clean while locking his perfect blue eyes on mine. He smiled, teeth flashing like a dentist ad, and asked, “Would that be enough to stop you from telling my friends about what I do in my free time?”
“Maybe…” I breathed, eyes heavy with lust, knowing full well that the maybe was a lie. We both knew it.
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