The Masquerade

Jacob sat at his desk, looking across the room to the other bed of his dorm room where his roommate lay. He looked at the long lean body stretched out on top of the bed. The tousled black hair revealing only half of the hoop earring in the right ear knowing a matching one was in the left ear. The tattoo on the left bicep, a mythical beast that is wrapped around it. He knew there was one more tattoo, one above the right nipple, showing two stars orbiting each other.

They had been roommates for three weeks and Jacob was still trying to figure out Tyler. He knew the physical aspects, over six foot tall, with a runner’s build, lean and muscular. It had a surprise the first time Tyler changed clothes in front of him. His first impression would have led him to believe Tyler wasn’t one to work out and would be just an average skinny guy. He couldn’t have been more wrong, and he had stared for far too long making Tyler laugh at him.

Then there were the dark brown eyes, so dark they looked black, made more prominent by the thick black hair. It went with the skin tone, one warm and natural looking. Jacob knew Tyler’s grandmother was from Mexico and his grandfather had been mostly Cherokee from North Carolina. With his mother being of Irish descent, she brought another mix into the gene pool that resulted in a skin tone he wished for himself, instead of his Scott-German ancestry, making him fair skinned.

Only five feet away, just the other side of Tyler’s desk that was positioned next to his own. Either side of the two desks, their beds. Too far apart to really spy on each other. But sitting at his desk, he watched the sleeping form. The slow breathing, otherwise, a stillness that didn’t seem natural. Tyler had been out with some friends, something unusual for a Thursday night, and he had come in about eleven. Tyler admitted to drinking at someone’s apartment and acted a bit tipsy, but not such, Jacob would have thought he would pass out.

Tyler had removed his shirt, tossed it on the floor, then dropped the cargo shorts around his ankles, stepping out of them as he climbed on his bed. On top of the covers. In nothing but boxer briefs that revealed the round ass. And Jacob had stared at it, then the long back, the shoulder blades, the shoulders, then the long neck. He looked along the long, nearly hairless legs with their flat feet and long toes. Then he guiltily adjusted his cock as his desire for Tyler aroused him.

Tyler moaned and rolled to his back. One arm along his side, the other over his head, he lay spread out. Jacob looked at the handsome face with its eyes closed and mouth not quite closed. He looked at the arms, the dark hair in the exposed pit, then back to the smooth face. The long neck, the smooth chest with the dark nipples, then down to the bulging boxer briefs. Tyler was aroused, cock pushing upward on the thin fabric. Jacob could see the outline of the head and he tugged on his own cock.

Jacob watched Tyler for what seemed an eternity waiting for him to stir awake. When Tyler continued to sleep, he eased off his chair and to Tyler’s bed going to his knees beside it. He carefully leaned over looking at Tyler’s face. Up close, so close he could see the long eyelashes, the shape of the lips and through the small gap, the front teeth. Tyler didn’t stir. Jacob side stepped on his knees and leaned over that bulging crotch, looking at how the outline of cock was so visible. The flared head and the shaft curving over the sac. Tyler was half hard and as Jacob stared at it, the cock flexed within its confines.

Jacob felt his own arousal, how his cock grew hard making him adjust it within the confines of his shorts. He leaned over closer to Tyler’s cock, only a couple of inches between his mouth and it. He thought he would drool as he fought with his desire to put his mouth to it. With a shaking hand, he reached out toward it.

Tyler shifted, bending one leg. The move spread the thighs and pushed his crotch toward Jacob. It was like an invitation, or so Jacob told himself. He lightly touched the head, then dragged his finger along its length, just grazing the fabric. The cock flexed.

Jacob leaned over and lightly kissed the head, lips barely touching the fabric, then he sat up quickly looking to see if Tyler was watching him. The eyes remained closed.

It emboldened Jacob, and he put two fingers on the abdomen just above the waistband and rubbed back and forth. Tyler remained still. He slipped them under the waistband, working them through pubic hair until touching the base of the cock. Bare fingers against bare cock, and his own cock flexed hard.

Jacob was breathing hard and so aroused his cock ached for release. He threw caution to the wind, didn’t consider what would happen if Tyler woke. No idea how he would undo what he was about to do. Using both hands, he gently took the waistband of those boxer briefs and worked them down. He struggled to get them around the ass, but he eventually had the front down to the base of cock, with the dark pubic hair exposed. He leaned over until his nose pushed into it. It tickled, and with a strong inhale, he captured Tyler’s scent, a masculine scent that made him continue.

He worked the waistband over the cock and watched as it flipped up and rolled with its increase in thickness and length. He wanted the boxer briefs out of the way, he wanted to see everything, pubic hair, cock, and sac, so he worked them down as far as he could with the legs partially spread apart.

On his knees, hands safely at his sides, he just stared at the cock. Watched it flex and grow harder. The head flared wider, the shaft longer and thicker. It grew until hovering over the abdomen.

He reached out and used thumb and index finger to lightly stroke the hard cock. Skin smooth and tight over the rock-hard cock. He grew bolder, driven by his own desire and lust, he slipped his fingers around the cock and held it up. He became aware of its length, how so much protruded above his fist. He stroked it, slowly, watching Tyler to see if would wake, then he stroked it faster, watching the head flare wide with his manipulation.

His hand on another’s cock. On Tyler’s cock. His own flexed with his arousal.

It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. He held the cock by the base, his fist buried in pubic hair, and leaned over until his lips touched the head. He kissed it with eyes locked on Tyler, expecting to see him wake. It was insane how he was on his knees by Tyler’s bed, holding his cock and kissing it. But not as insane as when he parted his lips and took it in his mouth. His first cock and it was a devilish move on his part.

Jacob pushed down, sinking inch after inch of Tyler’s cock into his mouth until the head was at the back of his mouth. He cut his eyes upward to see if Tyler was still asleep, then he moved his mouth upward, then down, slowly, over and over. He sensed every inch of that cock slipping through his lips and how the head moved over his tongue. He eased one hand to Tyler’s abdomen feeling the warmth of the smooth skin. He slowly moved the hand up the torso as he worked his mouth on the cock.

It aroused him, made him reckless, and he moved his mouth faster, with greater determination, sinking down on it until his nose pressed into pubic hair. He fumbled with his own shorts, got them undone, and forced everything to drop around his knees. He stroked his cock while sucking Tyler’s.

If Tyler woke now there would be nothing to say or do. Tyler would find out he was gay. Find out he would suck a guy’s cock and do much more if given a chance.

Jacob kept up his pace, mouth moving up and down determined to get Tyler to come. He wanted it. He wanted to know what Tyler’s cum tasted like and if it was different from his own. He wanted to swallow it, every fucking drop, to have it fill his belly and sate his sexual appetites.

Tyler shifted, then seemed to push upward. Jacob glanced up and saw the eyes were still closed, then he renewed his suck. Worked his mouth on the hard cock, his pace faster, urgent, desperate, and he closed his own eyes, daringly, focusing on nothing but Tyler’s cock. It flexed, grew thicker, then flexed again. Then it exploded in his mouth, spurting wad after wad into his suctioning mouth. The odd taste of it hit his tongue and the creamy thickness filled his mouth as he swallowed to take it.

Then he came too. Shuddering and jerking with release, he sprayed cum across the floor under Tyler’s bed.

 

Jacob was in a panic. Suddenly aware of what he had done, the full extent of it. The smell of cum filled the air, his cum that covered the floor under Tyler’s bed, for Tyler’s cum was in his stomach. He sat up and looked at how Tyler lay exposed, boxer briefs pulled down and he knew Tyler couldn’t wake like this. With hands shaking uncontrollably, he worked them up as best he could. They were not in place but enough, Tyler might think they had slipped down some in his tossing and turning during sleep. He stumbled to his feet, pulling on his own boxers and shorts getting them over his slimy flaccid cock, then rushed to the bathroom to clean up.

 

Jacob lay on his bed, glancing up at Tyler too often to focus on his novel. It was Friday afternoon, a bit before five. The dorm was relatively quiet, the calm before the storm Jacob thought as he found himself reading a paragraph for the third time. Tyler was at his desk reading too. Something obscure, no doubt, and he thought back to their past conversations about books. He considered his reading to be commendable. Neil Gaiman, Andy Weir, and the author of his current novel Anthony Doerr were all good authors creating interesting stories. But when Tyler rattled off some of his favorite authors, he felt like someone standing outside looking in through a window. Out of touch or missing something a college student should know.

Carl Sagan and Christopher Hitchens for non-fiction. For fiction, Tyler rattled off Haruki Murakami, then laughed, saying for something a bit weirder, there was Ryu Murakami. One night, after discussing other authors, Tyler had smiled mischievously, leaned over closer and asked if he knew Carlton Mellick III. Of course, he hadn’t known the author, and Tyler talked about the Bizarro movement and how Mellick III was one of its leading authors. Just crazy shit, Tyler had said. Yeah, crazy, Jacob thought considering their differences once again.

Tyler stretched; arms held out then up while he twisted his back. Jacob watched the torso move, how the t-shirt stretched tight around it, how the short sleeves pulled back revealing the dark armpit hair. For a brief moment, he tasted Tyler’s cum and felt some ghost sense of cock moving through his lips.

Tyler had woken that morning, gotten dressed, and headed to his classes without showing an indication he knew Jacob had messed with him the night before. He had gotten away with it and all through his morning classes he felt a relief not even his English instructor could take from him.

Jacob had one class later than Tyler, so he was always getting back to their room an hour later, after two instead of after one on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoons. He came in to find Tyler at his desk working on some assignment.

 

“Some of the guys are going to Benito’s for pizza. Are you going?” asked Jacob as he marked his page and laid the novel on the edge of his desk.

“Pizza? God, I’m sick of pizza,” Tyler uttered, then he turned to Jacob. “You want to go to The White Azalea?”

The White Azalea was a restaurant over in the next town, one that catered not to students but to the residents of the two towns. It was southern cuisine, traditional dishes prepared in some unique way, and it was a bit pricey for most students.

“That place over in Opelika?”

“Yes. I know it is not cheap, but if you’ll go with me, I’ll pay.”

“Sure, I’ll go. When do you want to head out?”

“Let’s go about five thirty. We’ll get their around six.”

“I’ll go ahead and get a shower,” Jacob replied, rolling off his bed. He grabbed up his toiletry case and clean boxers, then went into the bathroom they shared with Evan and Andrew in the next room. As he showered, he wondered what made Tyler suggest they go to The White Azalea. But then again, it had been pizza more nights than he could count since the start of class.

 

It was just after one when Tyler and Jacob stumbled into their room. They had dinner at The White Azalea, then strolled the downtown streets, eventually finding themselves in a coffee shop. On the way back to Tyler’s Civic, his phone rang. Some of the guys were heading to a party they had just heard about and were telling them to meet them there. It was at an old house in town where some art majors lived and the party was in full swing by the time they arrived. Jacob found himself with a small group on the back porch, a beer in hand. Tyler had disappeared inside, and it took all his self-control not to go in search of him. A few minutes later, Tyler came out with a drink, something mixed with bourbon. Jacob watched him step down into the small backyard, going to the firepit and sitting on the far side. Every time Jacob looked over, it seemed Tyler was looking back, but he knew it had to be his imagination. He had dodged a bullet and not gotten caught messing with him last night, and now he felt guilty about it. Thus, he kept thinking Tyler maybe did know and was testing him in some manner.

When Tyler found him inside waiting in line for the bathroom, asked if he could wait until they got back to the dorm for he was ready to leave. On the way to the car, Tyler seemed to stumble or weave a bit, and Jacob wondered how much he had to drink.

As they came into their room, Tyler immediately began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Halfway across the room, the shirt went flying. At his bed, Tyler dropped his jeans and worked each foot free while barely keeping his balance. He went down on the bed hard, face first and uttered Goodnight.

Jacob felt lightheaded, a bit loose in the joints, and more importantly, had that sense of devilishness, inhibitions lowered to the point he didn’t sense any tribulation at what he intended to do. He removed his own shirt, tossing it on the floor, undid his jeans while kicking off his sneakers. He stripped out of the jeans and moved to stand next to Tyler’s bed. He looked at the familiar body. The long torso, the round ass, the long legs…he was reaching out without being fully conscious of it. He desired Tyler to such a degree, wanted a repeat of the night before so bad, he felt no reluctance. He touched the ass, ran his hand over one cheek then the other. He rubbed the back, fingers following the spine, up to the shoulder blades and back down to that round ass. He rubbed over it, then down one leg to the back of the knee, then up the other.

“Jesus…you’re so fucking hot,” Jacob whispered as he felt his cock stir in his boxers.

He leaned over burying his nose into the boxer briefs right between the cheeks. He rubbed upward then back down. He mouthed the boxer briefs over the right cheek, fighting the urge to nip at the flesh. He reached down with his left hand to find his cock was sticking out of the fly of his boxers, already rock hard. He stroked it while kissing Tyler’s ass then lower back, where his lips could touch bare skin…where his tongue could drag over it.

“Fuck,” he uttered in a strained whisper. He had to get those boxer briefs down. Just had to.

Gently, slowly, Jacob tugged and pulled on the waistband, worked the short legs down, until the boxer briefs were halfway down the thighs. He rubbed the exposed ass, felt the curvature of each cheek, then he grew bold and slipped fingers down between them until touching the tight opening. He rubbed it, stroked the tightness until Tyler moaned and tried to shift his legs. Then he penetrated the tight opening, pushing a finger into Tyler.

Maybe his inhibitions were compromised more than he realized, maybe he had more beer than he thought, but Jacob wanted the boxer briefs off, completely off, and he worked them down and off each foot. He held them up, then pressed them to his nose where he inhaled deeply the masculine scent. Drunk on Tyler’s scent, he carelessly tossed them over his shoulder, climbed to his feet and pushed his boxers down until he could step out of them. He stroked his cock while looking at the naked Tyler. The smooth dark skin, the masculine form of the body, the round ass, and the long legs. His hand was suddenly slick as he continued to stroke his cock.

Last night he sucked Tyler’s cock. He wanted to do it again, but Tyler was on his stomach. He smiled at the realization of what lay before him, then climbed on the bed over Tyler.

Cock so hard it angled upward over his stomach, Jacob held himself over Tyler on his left hand, and used his right to push it down until pointing straight down at the round ass. He raked it across the cheeks leaving a trail of slick. Tyler moaned and spread his legs and brought the right arm under his head to rest on. Jacob pushed down on his cock and slid it up and down the crevice, then pressed against that tight opening.

“Tyler,” Jacob uttered, struggling to keep his voice down, as he penetrated him. There was the tight squeeze on the head of his cock, then that wicked tightness moving along his shaft as he slowly buried his cock inside Tyler.

Tyler moaned in his sleep and Jacob swore he felt him push upward. But maybe he was just a bit drunk. Maybe it was just what he wanted to feel. He held still savoring the feel of his cock in Tyler’s ass. Then he began to slow fuck. To tug outward slowly, gently, until only the head remained inside him. Then the slow push back inward, inch after inch squeezing through that tight fucking opening making him grit his teeth and shiver with the feel of it.

Jacob didn’t want it to end. Wanted it to go on all night, but he couldn’t hold back and found himself fucking harder, faster, struggling to keep it from getting too physical. He plunged into Tyler’s depths over and over, so deep his abdomen smacked the round ass. He couldn’t be concerned whether, or not Tyler would wake, if him fucking his ass would finally stir him up from his drunken stupor.

“Don’t stop,” Tyler uttered.

Jacob froze. Looked down at Tyler only to see him with eyes closed and still asleep. Maybe Tyler was talking in his sleep. He resumed fucking, pushed into Tyler’s depths over and over until he couldn’t hold back, and he pushed inward all the way and shuddered with release.

When he pulled out, his cock going flaccid and dripping, he staggered to his feet, stepping backward from Tyler’s bed. He looked at the naked body trying to feel worried about what Tyler would say when he woke. Would he be mad? It was ironic that he would have let Tyler do him. If Tyler had been on his back, he would have sucked him again, maybe even climbed over him and fucked himself on Tyler’s cock. If Tyler had woke up and flipped him to his back, he would have given himself freely, spreading his legs for Tyler to fuck him.

He stumbled into the bathroom and showered. Once finished, he tried to towel dry as he walked back to his bed, then he tossed the towel on the floor and fell onto his bed still naked, unconcerned about how it would look to Tyler the next morning. 

 

Jacob rose from his deep sleep, climbed into consciousness at the sound of Tyler’s voice.

“You like fucking around,” Tyler uttered in a playful tone.

Jacob became aware of being touched. Fingers moving over his bare ass. Then he was aware of being naked, remembering how he had showered then fallen into bed. The fingers moved over one cheek, then the other. Tyler’s other hand came down on his back, warm and smooth. It moved up and down his spine as the other hand slipped fingers down between his cheeks.

Fuck. He’s going to do me, Jacob realized, and he spread his legs slightly and pretended to moan in his sleep.

Tyler rubbed his tight opening, then penetrated it. One finger, then two, stretching it, making him moan again. Tyler chuckled, then penetrated him with three fingers.

Jacob wondered if he could open his eyes, let Tyler know he was awake and wanted him to do him. But he kept his eyes closed, keeping up their little game.

“You had your fun the last two nights, now it is my turn,” Tyler whispered as he moved over him.

Jacob found himself holding his breath as Tyler got into position. He felt the mattress give under the weight of a hand to his left and legs brush against his own. Smooth skin against smooth skin. Then cock raked over his ass cheeks, left to right and back left. Then it pushed down between them until pressed against his opening. He tried to stay still, seriously tried not to do it, but he pushed up.

“I know you’re not asleep,” said Tyler.

A hand came down on Jacob’s head pinning it to the bed as cock bore into his depths. Suddenly his right hand was being held down too. He felt Tyler move inside him, cock boring into his depths. When Tyler banged against his ass he moaned, for his own cock was being pressed into the bed. Over and over until he was rock hard.

“Tyler,” Jacob uttered as he pushed his ass upward. He wanted Tyler’s fuck. He wanted to feel that cock hammer his insides. He couldn’t be shy, not now. He was too aroused, moaning and grunting with the physical nature of their fuck. The bed began to rock and squeak beneath them, and it seemed to spur Tyler to fuck harder.

“Yeah…fuck…fuck me…harder…” Jacob uttered.

Tyler pulled out. “Roll over,” he uttered breathlessly.

Jacob rolled to his back, hard cock smacking his stomach leaving a wet smear. He held his legs up, whorishly, wanting Tyler to shove cock back into his ass. Tyler grabbed the ankle of the right leg holding it straight up, then he pushed the left over to the side and penetrated him again.

“Fuck me…fuck me,” Jacob whispered as he watched Tyler move above him. The lean muscular body undulating, every push forward giving him the fullness of cock buried inside his ass. The hand tightened around his ankle as Tyler increased his pace until the bed rocked and hips smacked against his ass.

“You like it,” said Tyler as he kept up his pace.

“Yes…yes…don’t stop,” Jacob replied as he clutched at the bed.

Tyler didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. He kept up a brutal pace, shoving forward until cock was buried in Jacob’s ass and his hips smacked against the upturned ass. He fucked until sweat trickled down his face and chest, and breathing grew labored, ragged. He slipped his hand down the leg until at the back of the knee and pushed it forward then down burying the knee into the bed next to Jacob’s chest. He hovered over him on hands and feet, his cock the only connection. He pushed inward, all the way until pressed against the upturned ass, then he tugged upward, slowly, until the head of his cock hovered over the gapped opening to Jacob’s hole. Then he shoved down, breaching the closing opening and buried his cock inside Jacob once again. Over and over, he slow-dicked Jacob’s ass until he couldn’t take it, then pushed into him halfway and fucked. Fucked hard and fast.

“I’m going to cum,” Tyler uttered breathlessly.

“Do it, do it, pump it in me,” Jacob replied as he put his hands on the narrow waist feeling Tyler’s movement. The steady rhythm of his fuck.

Tyler pushed into his depths, pressed against his upturned ass, and shuddered with release.

 

Tyler slipped free and let Jacob lay flat. He looked at the hard cock hovering over the stomach then Jacob taking in hand to stroke out a load.

“NO! Let me,” Tyler exclaimed, knocking Jacob’s hand away.

He moved over Jacob, lifted the leaking cock, smearing its slick over the arrow shaped head. Then he eased down on it. The initial touch against his opening, then the stretch of it to take the cock, caused him to moan and grunt, but not stop. He eased down until sitting on the cock, then leaned over and kissed Jacob, their first.

Tyler smiled, then sat up. He rose on knees letting Jacob watch his cock come into view, then he lowered himself until once again seated on it. He continued, increasing his pace until fucking his ass on Jacob’s cock. He leaned back resting on his hands, spread his knees wide apart, and swung his ass up and down at a brutal pace. He smacked it down on Jacob’s cock as he took his own in hand. He was still hard, so aroused he couldn’t think. All he knew was to keep moving, to keep working his ass on that cock as it stroked something inside him. He fucked until ready to come again, and he sat up stroking his cock with a furious pace while working his ass on Jacob’s cock. He came first, spraying cum across Jacob’s chest and stomach. He felt a shove upward, one so violent it nearly tossed him off, then the unmistakable shuddering of release by Jacob.

 

Jacob and Tyler finally came out of their room about noon, falling in with a few of the guys heading out for a burger. They knocked around town, browsing the bookstore, a consignment shop, ultimately hanging out in the small coffee shop near campus. Then Tyler pulled Jacob away from the group, taking him to his favorite Thai place.

It was after eight when they got back to the dorm finding it to be the usual noise of music, video games, and guys joking around or making some exclamation. They slipped into their room, locked the door, and as quickly as they could, stripped off their clothes and fell on Tyler’s bed. They sucked and fucked to the point of exhaustion, then settled down for the night. It was new to them, this developing relationship, and the fulfillment of their sexual desires, but over the course of the semester, it would become routine, their thing. After a few too many nights of being noisy and loud, the floor come to know of their sex.