Lust on paper

by Pinocchio-P

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To all readers that just happened to open this story on their screen.

I'm Pinocchio-P (inspired by a music genre I love, don't judge~) and this is my first story I'm writing on here. Thus, it may not be a masterpiece, so if that is the case I apologize sincerely. However you're welcome to comment your thoughts on this here. I'd always had a thing for the stories on GayDemon, especially the ones about college dude experiences. So ye, here is my own one. 

Enjoy and make yourselves comfortable. ^^


Lust on Paper by Pinocchio-P


His full pink lips were slowly poking my ear, breathing out more of his life force against it. Followed with a sensual moan that sent out shivers over my body like a wave of water hitting the coast. I moaned aswell, completely shaken by this eerie intrude. Then I felt the long, powerful and yet tender fingers of his right hand slowly running down my neck... My shoulder... My chest... Nipples... belly button... And finally-

"Get up already, Paul! It's college time."

Shit.

"Tell me something new, mom."

Annoyed I dropped my pen and notebook to collect myself back from fantasy writings to the real world. I hate it, when someone interrupts me in my thoughts like that. Especially when things were just about to get hot. But my mom (her actual name is Margaret) had a point, it's college time. Thus I didn't complain much, re-adjusted the raging hard-on I had just grown from writing and got up from my bed. Fortunately I had been sleeping with clothing tonight, therefore I just had to place myself infront of a mirror and fix my overall appearance a bit. While I'm on it, might aswell admire my looks;

  • Brown Hair being trimmed to a undercut
  • A height of a whopping 6'3"
  • Really, REALLY slim features (my mom always joked about having a scarecrow as son. Ha-ha...)
  • Smooth, hairless pale skin
  • Sky-blue eyes surrounded by annoying eyebags that made me look kind of depressed (though I'm not really. Just desperate for love and lust like 90% of the dudes at the Age of 18)
  • And of course this whole list would be non-sense if I wouldn't mention my dick, which was a nice average 6" rod with foreskin. Not like it was visible now through the slim-jeans I wore right now, but might aswell tell you.

"Damn it Paul, don't make me carry you out of this house."

Oh dear, am I not even allowed to look inside a mirror? But knowing she would probably put her threat into reality, I fixed my hair a bit, grabbed my bags I prepared yesterday and went down where my mom was already waiting. She had a victorious smile covering her face, probably because I had listened to her. But also because her only son finally would attend college. I smiled back and said;

"I'm ready mom."


***


The dorm halls were huge at first sight, when I finally managed to read the college's map properly (with the "help" of my overly excited mom...) and arrived at the building holding the dorms. I released a huge sigh of relief, when I arrived at the door belonging to my future room.

Finally arrived.

But the relief was soon destroyed, when my mom hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear;

"I'll miss you, Paul. Be nice to your roommate, ok?"

Roommate? Shit... Totally forgot that.

"Ok mom, don't worry. I'll be fine."

But will I? What, if my roommate is a total jerk? And not the pleasent kind of jerk. The nasty one. Or what if I totally embarass myself, when he's cool? (Turns out my second worry was for a reason.) Well, thanks for dropping a emotion-bomb on me now, mom. 

I saw her leaving the floor slowly. She looked like she was fighting with herself to not grab me and pull me out of the college right away to keep me with her. Luckily she didn't do that though, making a scene like that on the first day probably isn't a good idea. High school was already enough tormenting, as I was the kid everyone picked on. Maybe that's why I'm so lust-deprived. I realized I was gay, with the age of 12 since I was always more drawn to the same sex rather than the opposite. But that's about it, no experience, no messing around with anybody. 

Sunk deep in my thoughts I pushed the door keys inside the lock and opened it, grabbing my bags and stepping inside the dorm. With surprise I noticed how empty it was; only the average furniture you would find in any dorm on any college. Both beds that are placed inside were empty, telling me that the roommate hasn't got here just yet. That was kind of relieving to me, I hate walking into embarassing situations.

After taking in the new environment I decided to unpack my bags and start getting the left side of the room as comfortable as possible (the side I just chose to live on for the rest of my college life.). It didn't take long, I didn't had much stuff to place on my side beside my clothing and the books. One of them was the notebook I use for my... Uh... Erotic stories. See of it as a hobby of mine. Fantasies that I would love to live out are written down there, and honestly, taking it to college was dangerous. For me, anyways. But I had to, it's like a ventil for all my deprivation and urges; without it I would most likely explode. And now that I think about it, I felt like continue the story I started earlier this morning. Laying down on the freshly made bed of mine, I wrapped my lower body into the sheet, grabbed pen and notebook and started to advance this writing.

And finally he has reached my boxers with these magic fingers of his. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of our touch. My bulge lit up in a incredible heat and poked through the soft fabric. He smirked lustful and seductive, as the tender fingers cupped it and moved it up and down. More moans escaped my own lips, as if being pushed out of my lunges by the rubbing. He didn't waste much time and started pulling on the edge of my underwear with his teeth- Wait, weren't they on my ears before? There's no time to think about it, as I am too occupied by what has followed next; my 6" flicked out of the fabric, being released by my partner. A slim tongue slid out of his pink lips, spilling saliva already. It reached down and-

I was forcefully drawn out of my fantasy. I didn't even realized how passionate I was into it; my jeans was laying on the ground, as was my shirt. But what has interrupted me this time? At least it couldn't be my mom no more...

The room door opened.


***


I think my jaw dropped all the way down on the ground. My future roommate has arrived. And fuck, if my dick wasn't already twitching under my boxers, then it definitely was now. Good thing I had a sheet wrapped around.

He was one hell of a stud, even sexier than the imaginary boyfriend from my notebook. I wasn't able to help myself but stare at him with wide eyes;

  • He was 20 years old
  • He was even taller than me; 6'5"
  • That body of his was well-built, musculous but not too much (I really hate too many muscles on dudes, make them look like fucking animals rather than the gentlemen they're supposed to be)
  • Short, blonde hair that was lazily spread all over his head, but in a cute way. 
  • Leaf-green eyes you could easily get lost in
  • And hell, his crotch was really carrying a package on the shorts he wore.

"Hey bro. I'm Connor, nice to meet 'cha... Bro? You okay?"

Oh shit, oh shit I was staring too long. 

"Uh... oh... Yeah, yeah I'm fine! Just a bit excited. Oh I'm Paul, nice to meet you too!!"

I wanted to get up and greet him properly, but there was still this rampaging hard-on only protected by the sheet wrapped aroundSo I just extended my arm for him to shake it. And he did, with a gorgeous smile. Yeesh, Connor was one hell of a stud. 

He started unpacking his own bags, while I watched him from my bed. I felt like a stalker eyeing my prey right now, but Conner didn't seem to mind much. He went to talk a bit about himself, how he grew up in a pretty normal family that had a thing for sports and that stuff, which is why he went to workouts on a weekly basis. Connor also mentioned how much fun he had in studying sports and health, which is why he's going to attend college. To sum it up; Connor is not only a literal adonis but also pretty smart. That really didn't help trying to calm down my dick. Realizing I won't get it soft as soon, I used Connor's distraction of decorating his side of the room to excuse myself into the bathroom. 

Jeez was I glad that each dorm had their own toilettes and showers. Would've been embarassing running around in just my boxers on the floor. I pulled down my remaining clothings and hopped into the shower, after checking that I brought my towel with me, of course. After getting used to the hot water running down my slim body I reached out to my twitching, hard dick to start stroking it carefully. My mind slided back into the notebook fantasy, while I started to replace the unknown lover with... Connor.

His tongue wrapped around the head of my longing rod, greedy and eager to push my senses to insanity. 

I unconsciously started moaning under the shower, quiet but intense.

The tongue withdrew, just to be replaced with Connor's hot lips wrapping around this twitching cock of mine. He went on it deeper and deeper, the fire within my crotch just increasing to an almost painful extend. Painful, but so arousing. My hands are being pushed to the walls of the shower, while Connor serves me orally. I moaned harsh, longing to have all of my arousal errupting through my dick into his mouth. But he wasn't letting me just yet...

My other hand slowly slipped to the crack between my round asscheeks.

Connor turned me around, gentle but demanding. He placed his hands on the sides of my hips, having my ass pointed out to his face. Immediately, his wet mouth clashed onto the outer ring of my entrance, licking it up and down and reactivating sensual feeling I haven't felt for quite a while. More moans escaped my mouth, while his invaded me. Connor's tongue started sliding in and out of my crack, loosening it up alongside with a finger. I tried relaxing as good as possible for him. For me. I wanted him so, so fucking much inside my tight hole. His dick was pointing up too, from what I was able to see over my shoulder. Within the last moments of my sanity I moaned out;

"Fuck me, Connor..." "Fuck me, Connor..."


***


With a devilish grin Connor got up from his kneeling stance. His 7" cock was poking against my hole. I once more begged him to fuck the soul out of me. This time in a almost animalistic manner. Connor replied with a similar moan, as the head of his hard cock finally pushed through the outer ring of my entrance. My body felt like being torn apart slowly from bottom to top. And I loved it. 

Connor pushed his hips down on mine, starting to penetrate me passionately and driven by complete lust. I could hear his balls smashing onto my skin, yes feel it, even though my senses were totally and completely consumed by sensation. My knees started to get weaker with every thrust of that fucking burning dick of his, which by now has arrived at my sweet spot. No longer I was able to hold myself, and neither was Connor; his load filled me harsh and intense, making my whole body tense up. Seconds later, all of my arousal, all of my sensation, all of my lust was exploding at last.

I gasped loudly, feeling the cum endlessly shooting strings against my fingers. The walls of the shower were getting decorated with it... For seconds that is, as I still had the water to clean myself and the poor wall being forced to endure my load. If only it was actually Connor, not my imagination of him. I would be lying if I said this wasn't the hottest masturbation session I ever had. 

Having calmed down at last, I turned off the water and took in deep breaths. My body was still shaking, but I would handle it. I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked towards the bathroom door, unlocking it. Though, when I entered the other side, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets in shock.

Connor sat on his bed, staring at me while holding my notebook in his head. 

Oh fuck!! I didn't put it away!

I instantly tried saying something, but the words were stuck in a knot on my throat. I thought this was doomsday... But Connor just stared at me. 

Smiling that devilish grin from my fantasy.


The end?