The next morning Tyler woke up groaning, his ass throbbing with a deep, tender ache that made every little shift in the sheets feel like fire wrapped in velvet. He was still naked, legs sprawled, when Jack padded over from the other bed wearing nothing but those tiny white athletic shorts.
“Poor boy,” Jack murmured softly, big blue puppy-dog eyes full of gentle concern. “You’re really sore, huh? Let me make it feel better.”
Jack crawled between Tyler’s spread thighs, his small, smooth body moving with gentle eagerness. He hooked his hands behind Tyler’s knees and pushed them up toward the bigger boy’s chest, folding him open and exposing his puffy, well-used hole completely. Tyler’s breath hitched as Jack lowered his pretty face and buried it between those smooth, flushed cheeks.
Jack started slow and loving. His warm, soft tongue dragged a long, wet path from the base of Tyler’s balls all the way up over his sensitive hole, tasting the salty, musky mix of yesterday’s dried cum and fresh sweat. Jack moaned sweetly into Tyler’s ass, the soft, breathy sound vibrating against the sensitive skin as he licked again, slower this time, savoring the filthy flavor.
Tyler gasped sharply, his cock twitching hard against his stomach. “Jack… fuck…”
Jack didn’t rush. He took his time, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses around the rim before flattening his tongue and licking broad, lazy circles over the puffy hole. Then he stiffened his tongue and pushed it inside, fucking Tyler with slow, deep strokes. He moaned again, louder this time, clearly enjoying the taste as he swirled and sucked, his pretty face pressed tight between Tyler’s cheeks.
Tyler’s breathing grew ragged. His cock was rock-hard and leaking steadily onto his abs, untouched. Jack kept eating him out with patient, devoted hunger — licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking him until Tyler’s hips were twitching uncontrollably and his moans turned into desperate whimpers.
It didn’t take long.
Tyler’s whole body tensed. His hole clenched around Jack’s tongue as he came hard without either of them touching his cock. Thick ropes of cum shot across his own stomach and chest in powerful pulses while Jack continued to lick and suck gently through the orgasm, drawing out every last shudder.
Jack pulled back with a delighted little grin and licked the cum from Tyler’s body. While Tyler lay there panting and trying to catch his breath, Jack reached over to the nightstand, picked up his Switch, and quietly loaded up Animal Crossing. For a couple of peaceful minutes he tended to his island, watering flowers and moving a few pieces of furniture, the cheerful little music a strange contrast to the sticky mess still leaking out of Tyler’s ass.
Tyler finally groaned and rolled over. “You’re really just gonna play video games after that?”
Jack looked up with that same sweet, innocent smile. “Why not? It helps me relax.”
After several minutes of playing, Jack leaned over and gave Tyler a playful kiss on the dick. “Come on, get ready or we’ll be late for our first classes!”
They made it to their morning classes—Jack in his usual tiny shorts and tank top, drawing stares from half of his Psych 101 class—and met up for lunch in the dining hall before heading back to the dorm. It was a hot September afternoon, the kind that left everyone sticky and glistening, and the hallway smelled faintly of sweat and new beginnings.
The rest of the day was spent systematically meeting the other eight guys on their floor.
Nate, the tall lean swimmer, was first. He’d just come back from an early workout and was still shirtless, broad shoulders shiny with fresh sweat. Jack lingered close while they chatted about practice times, breathing in the clean, salty scent of him.
Next was Liam, tattooed arms and messy dark hair, sketching at his desk. He was a little sweaty too from the heat; Jack perched on the edge of the bed to look at the drawing, staying close enough that their legs brushed.
Connor—the big, burly future-linebacker type—was bench-pressing in the common lounge when they found him. His thick chest glistened with sweat, and when he lifted his arms to rack the bar a heavy wave of ripe, funky pit musk rolled off him. Jack stayed right next to him, subtly inhaling the strong, masculine scent with quiet appreciation while they talked weights. Connor’s laugh was loud, but his gaze lingered.
Mason (preppy, blushing easily), Jordan (tall and confident), Zach (freckled redhead with a guitar), Parker (clean-cut business major), and Riley (skater kid with the backwards cap) rounded out the floor. Quick, friendly chats in doorways and the lounge—handshakes, small talk about majors and hometowns. Riley was the one who dropped the invite: “Dude, I know this senior on the football team—Brock. He’s got an off-campus apartment and throws chill parties. You guys down tonight?”
By evening the whole floor—Jack, Tyler, and the eight others—piled into cars and headed over.
Brock’s apartment was loud with bass and packed with beer. The massive football senior kept the keg flowing. Jack and Tyler ended up on the couch together, a little buzzed but keeping it subtle. Jack’s bare feet ended up in Tyler’s lap; Tyler’s hand rested casually on one ankle, thumb rubbing slow circles over the smooth skin. Their eyes kept meeting—longing, heated glances. Every so often a knee or thigh would brush together, or their gazes would drop to each other’s crotches for a lingering second before flicking away. Nothing overt. Just quiet, private tension.
The other boys noticed and laughed it off as typical freshman horsing around. “Roommates getting cozy already?” Nate teased with a grin. Parker elbowed Riley, chuckling. “Feet in the lap? Classic.” Mason and the rest ribbed them good-naturedly, assuming it was just drunk kidding.
All of them but one.
Connor—the big burly one from the lounge—had gone quiet. He sat in the corner chair, eyes locked on Jack the entire time. Never blinking. Never looking away. His intense stare was hungry, almost feral. As the subtle tension between Jack and Tyler built, the front of Connor’s loose gym shorts started to swell. Thick and obvious. The fat head of his cock pushed down the wide leg hole, the flushed tip peeking out into the open air, shiny with pre-cum.
A couple of the guys noticed and elbowed each other, smirking. Someone muttered, “Holy shit, look at Connor.”
Connor didn’t flinch. He just kept staring at Jack like the rest of the room had disappeared.
Jack pulled his gaze from Tyler, turned those big blue puppy-dog eyes straight toward Connor, and smiled that sweet, innocent, wondering little smile.
“It’s okay,” he said softly, voice carrying gently over the music and laughter. “He’s not being weird. He’s just… really looking forward to becoming friends. Right, Connor?”
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