This is an AU of my original story, the dashed lines you will see signifies that that's where the story changed. You do not need to read the original to understand.
It's my second year at my community college, and for a while now, I've had my eye on this guy in the same year as me. He has thick, medium-length dirty blonde hair, dark brown eyes and has a similar body type as me, although I am a bit smaller. I first saw him last year, he caught my eye. I was never much of a person to wonder a lot about my sexuality; I never done anything with men, but also nothing with women either. But seeing him for the first time made me question it a bit. I started following him around campus sometimes just so I can continue to look at him. Or I would set up situations so we could talk. It was really rare though, pretty sure his name was Coby.
Now he never really paid much attention to me last year, but this year is different. I'm starting to notice him staring at me a lot like how I do. There would be times when I'm sitting in class and I look to see him already staring at me. He maintains eye contact with me for a couple seconds before he looks away, and sometimes with a smile, which makes me feel some type of way other than confusion.
I woke up today thinking nothing much was going to happen. Just the usual, like stalking Coby around campus and hoping he makes the occasional eye contact.
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I take my seat in class, waiting for him to walk in. When he does, my eyes follow him to his seat and continue staring. I try to multitask, listen to the professor, and look at Coby. This pretty much lasts until the end of class. He leaves first, then I leave.
I try not to fantasize too much about him, as I need to study for an exam I have next week. What better place to study than a library, right? I set my books down, open up my laptop and-
"Hai Keith!"I hear someone call my name. I turn around. It's Cassie. A girl I met at the beginning of college. We met in this same library, inturupted me while I was doing some work. She thinks I have feelings for her, I guess she's waiting for me to make my move, but unfortunately, it's never gonna happen.
"Hey Cass."
"Do you have any plans today at 7:30?" She says mischievously.
"I guess not but-" I get cut off.
"Perfect! I got invited to go to a party, and the guy told me I could bring a plus one, and I would love for you to be my plus one!"
"I guess-" I get cut off again.
"Ok perf! I'll send you the details. I'll leave you here to do whatever it is you're doing."
"See ya, Cass."
"See you, Keith." She winks.
Great, so now I have a party to get to. I've never been much of a party person, but I've also never been much of an anything person, so who knows, this party might change my outlook.
I get a notification on my phone from Cass.
'ill pick u up at 7 ;p"
I check my phone's clock, and it's already about to be 5, meaning I have to cut my study sesh early.
I arrive at my dorm. I don't want to be all dirty at the party, so I get my shower supplies and head to the showers.
After showering I get ready. Spritz on one spray of cologne before leaving and head to Cass's car that's waiting for me.
"Haey Keith, are you ready?"
"Not really…"
"It'll be fun, don't worry." Despite her words, I still worry, I hope I don't seem like a total loser there.
We arrive at the party, and I already get overwhelmed by the amount of people there. We enter together, but she then immediately leaves me as soon as she sees her group of friends. Fuck. I don't know anybody here, and I have no idea what to do.
I wander around the house until I spot where the drinks are. I head there and just decide to drink, I have nothing else to do, so fuck it. I take a drink, then another... and another and another until I decide I've had enough.
I stumble my way through the crowd of people, hoping I see somewhere to sit so I can contemplate my life's choices, but amidst that crowd I see someone. Coby. We make eye contact, then look away. He's here. I'm so thankful I went to this party. I look back to see if he's still staring at me, and it looks like he's going somewhere. I follow behind, trying to not get seen. Upstairs? Why is he going upstairs? I climb up the stairs. A turn to the left. Quiet, seems like not many people are up here.
"I know you're following me."
I freeze.
"No, I'm not."
He turns around and walks towards me.
"You see that room at the end of the hallway?" he nods towards it. "There's something I want to talk to you about." He turns around and walks in the room without letting me respond. The door creaks open and waits for me, leaning against the doorframe. I follow.
I enter the room then suddenly hear the door shut behind me, a lock clicking. I swallow nervously. I don't turn around, his silhouette moves slowly into vision, then sits on the bed.
"Why do you look so nervous? I thought you'd be all excited about this?" He grins at me.
"Well, you locked the door."
"So? We don't want to get caught, do we?"
"Caught doing what? What do you mean?"
"You're not discreet when you follow me around or stare at me. It makes it kind of obvious what you want from me." He pats beside him on the bed.
"That's not true," I boldly say.
"Just come here and sit."
I hesitantly sit down beside him on the edge of the bed. He turns me to face him, we stare at each other for a hot second before he starts unbuttoning my shirt.
"I'm not gay…" I mutter.
"I'm not either." He winks. He finishes unbuttoning my shirt and takes it off for me, leaving me without a shirt, he follows suit and takes his shirt off as well. That action alone is enough to get my blood flowing to all the wrong places, or right places, depending on how you view it.
We look each other up and down. Then he starts touching himself right in infront of me.
"Are you drunk?" I ask.
"Yeah, are you?"
"Yeah," I reply.
"Do you wanna make out?" He asks while rubbing his bulge. What do I even say? Yes, I want to, but it's so awkward to say yes. Before I give my answer, I find his lips smashed against mine, kissing me. I kiss back. He slides his hand behind my head and pulls me in deeper, and I can feel him using his tongue to pry open my mouth. I comply and let him in, but he wants more. He throws himself back, bringing me along with him, and lying on top of him, he uses his other hand to grope my butt.
He pulls away for a moment.
"Suck me off, Keith." He demands. I don't hesitate, and he guides my head down to his dick. Rubbing my hand over it, I can feel how hard he is. I undo his pants and release it, stroking it gently. Rubbing the bead of pre-cum on his cut head.
He moves his hand to my chin, rubbing it and pulling down my lower lip with his thumb. I stare at him before looking back down at his twitching cock. He puts his hand back onto the back of my head.
"Well, don't keep me waiting." He gives me a gentle smile. I don't waste any time and start sucking his 7-incher. A moan of relief fills the room.
"Mm~ "Don't stop," I hear him moan. I wasn't planning on it. He uses his hand to push me deeper. I struggled a bit to take him in fully but eventually got used to it.
I take him out to catch my breath, and he slaps the side of my face with his dick.
"I said don't stop~" he says in a playful voice. I smile at him and continue sucking him off. He continues to whimper and moan softly so as not to garner any attention. Not that we would, there's music blasting downstairs.
His legs wrap around me, locking me in place tight.
"Fuck~ I'm getting close." His voice tightens, but I don't stop. I feel him squirm around and moan.
"Keith I said, "I'm getting close..." I still don't stop. He stopped squirming. I can feel the pressure in him about to release.
"Keith I-" And then I feel his hot load explode in my mouth and run down my throat. I keep him in for a little bit and suck him dry, once my mouth is off, I cough a little. I look back up at him and see his face all red and him panting like crazy.
"Fuck, man, that was... very different than what I'm used to. Good but different," he says and motions me to come closer. "Come here."
I slide my way up to him, looking at him straight in the eyes before making out with him again.
I started getting drowsy, tired, and that's the last thing I remember before I slumped onto his chest and passed out.
