The Tutor

by Grant

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Oscar walked across campus more nervous than usual. He had been on campus a little over three weeks and still felt like a high schooler impersonating a college student. He couldn’t see the other guys who were like him, lean builds and boyish features, for all he saw were those who looked more mature, masculine with their goatees and beards, or bulging gym bodies. They intimidated him. He had stood in front of the mirror in his dorm room so many times, shirtless or just in his boxers looking at his body, wondering why the gene pool could be so cruel. He was just shy of five-foot six and weighed around one hundred eighteen pounds. His collar bone was evident, and his chest and stomach were flat all the way down to his twenty-nine-inch waist. And he had the whitest skin, so fair he never went without a shirt outside, and his hair was a straw blonde color, another thing he didn’t like, the dirty blonde of it. He wanted to be dark, tanned with black hair. Something different he imagined was better, characteristics that would stand out.

All through grade school he had worn his hair long, the front long enough he had to constantly push it out of his eyes. But last summer the woman who cut his hair convinced him to let her cut it shorter, that he would look older. And he did look older, with his hair short on the sides and just long enough on top to comb it over, or when goofing off, gel it to stick up wildly.  Now, it didn’t seem to matter, for when he looked at other guys he saw far too many differences.

The only thing that didn’t make him feel like a kid was his dick. He wasn’t thick, but he was long, long enough he could use two hands to masturbate. When Charlie, his best friend had seen him naked the first time it had embarrassed him how Charlie made fun of him with the animal comparisons. In P.E. it had been a moment when some of the jocks had stopped messing with him, calling him pussy and pansy and faggot, oddly enough the latter not disturbing him nearly as much as the other names. For it was true, even though he had not admitted it to anyone for his high school was small as was the town it was located, and that was something still considered as bad, something to be ashamed of. He knew better, but never tried his luck. By the time he had resolved his sexuality with himself he saw the opening to an easier future; graduation then college. A new environment, a more diverse atmosphere, a place more tolerant. Or so he thought.

So far, college had been intimidating without trying to be. He took Physical Ed classes because they were required, and he began to make friends in the dorm, other boys he was coming to realize were like himself. He saw the others didn’t seem to have time to dwell on how they were fitting in, for they were studying constantly, doing assignments and writing papers. He did the same, but the course work came easily to him, especially the math and English courses. He wrote papers with very few notes, remembering much he had already read on his own. He blew through math assignments, acing every test with full marks. He’d read so much history over the last three years that the class bored him to the point he struggled to stay awake in it. Therefore, he had time on his hands, lots of time, to think and brood about things real and imagined.

Last Monday his math professor stopped him after class asking if he had considered tutoring. Mr. Garcia said it was obvious he had an innate ability with math the way he did each assignment so easily, and there were some students who could use some extra help studying. Oscar hesitated in accepting but thought a little extra spending money would be nice. His scholarship covered a lot but still left him wanting for some extra spending money. After some consideration he agreed making Mr. Garcia smile, then hand on his back leading him out, told him to expect a name of one or two students at their next class.

Wednesday, as promised Mr. Garcia came to his desk before staring class and laid a piece of paper on top of his textbook, folded over concealing what was inside. As Mr. Garcia moved to the front of the room Oscar unfolded the paper and read the tiny script writing on the top half of the page.

Erik Larson

McKinley Hall

Room 324

Saturday afternoon: 2:30 pm

At first Oscar just noted the time and the guy’s name, not thinking about the dorm he was in. He slipped the paper into his textbook and didn’t given it another thought till Friday night. Sitting at his desk, music playing in the background while his roommate dressed for a date, he pulled out the paper to double check the time and find the location for the next day.

“Hey, Tom?”

“Yeah” Tom replied as he buttoned his shirt.

“Do you know where McKinley Hall is located?”

Oscar knew Tom was the third boy of his family to attend the college, with two older brothers who gave him advice, or far too often tried to scare him with crazy stories, would know probably know the campus better than most.

“McKinley Hall…McKinley…that is over in the Quad on the south side of campus. It is a dorm for juniors and seniors. Why do you ask?”

“I’m supposed to tutor this guy tomorrow and he is in this dorm. But that can’t be right.”

“Seriously…you’re going to tutor some guy who’s a junior or senior. Oh shit…good luck with that” said Tom as he grabbed his windbreaker and headed for the door. “See ya” as he opened the door and left, the door swinging closed slowly behind him.

 

 

Oscar cut through the Chemistry building instead of going around, then followed the sidewalk south toward the Quad. He passed only a few students, most on bicycles, making him wonder why he didn’t ride his own, but he knew he was stalling for time, making sure he didn’t arrive early. He had been so wired up in the dorm room, wondering what Mr. Garcia was getting at having him tutor someone at least two years his senior, he found himself ready to leave at one o’clock. He had paced his room, played on the internet and tried to read the novel he had started the day before, but he was too anxious. At two o’clock he left, knowing it was take about twenty-five minutes to walk across campus to the Quad.

Older guys were coming in and out of the building, some shirtless showing off their sweaty upper bodies. Inside the dorm, crossing the lobby, going up the stairs and walking slowly down the corridor watching the room numbers change, he passed guys who gave him questioning looks, or more shocking, nodded in greeting then turned back to their conversations. Some rooms he passed had their doors open and he looked in at guys sitting around playing video games, or just playing music and talking. One room had a guy lying on his bed in nothing but boxer briefs. Oscar fought the urge to try to see a bulge, jerking his attention back to the corridor. ‘318, 320, 322…’ he read the numbers till he was at 324. The door was closed, and he couldn’t hear any sound coming from inside with the noise in the corridor.

“He’s in there; just bang on the door” a voice called out from behind him and Oscar turned to see the guy in the room across the hall standing in the doorway. Dark red hair, dark skin, broad shoulders revealed by a loose tank top and a quick scan down revealed the basketball style shorts and hairy legs below.

“Thanks” Oscar uttered as he gave the guy an honest look of acknowledgement then turned back to room 324. He knocked, hard, three times and waited.

The door swung open and Oscar found himself staring at a jersey, the number 12, one he thought their quarterback wore on the football team, but he wasn’t sure. Slowly looking up he found himself being eyed by the wearer. Short hair, blonde in color and the fairest white skin.

“Erik?”

“Yes, and you’re Oscar?”

“Yeah…I’m supposed to tut…”

“Come on in” Erik interrupted, pulling him roughly into the room.

Clothes were piled on the floor at the foot of the bed, and the desk was covered in textbooks and notebooks, none of which appeared to be in use. The television was froze on some movie and a laptop lay on the bed. Oscar didn’t know whether to take the one chair or sit on the bed, so he stood in the middle of the room waiting on Erik to tell him where he could sit.

“They sent you to tutor me in math…Jesus…you’ve got to be fucking kidding me” Erik growled as he moved to the bed falling back on it, hands behind his head. The loose jersey sleeves slide down toward his armpits revealing bulging biceps. Oscar diverted his attention toward the desk, then the chair wondering if he should take a seat or leave.

“If you don’t want my help…I can leave” Oscar stammered.

“You really good at math? I mean, can you do this calculus?”

Erik’s tone softened, not so gruff.

“Yeah, I’ve had advanced math in high school and done some…studying…on…my own” Oscar stammered, realizing how it would sound to admit he had done his own advanced study.

“Well, fuck me” Erik uttered as he swung his legs around and sat up on the edge of the bed. “Okay, let’s see if you can teach me how to do this shit.”

For three hours, Oscar sat in the chair pulled up near the bed as Erik leaned forward watching him point out the equations, and in one of Erik’s notebooks wrote how to solve the problems, how the equations could be broken down.  Erik was slow on understanding and Oscar found himself going back to the beginning for some sequences, explaining the overall concept of what the equations were trying to solve, and how they were applied in the real world, using examples Erik recognized.

There remained a frosty attitude toward him but at five thirty, his notes and own calculus book stuffed back into his backpack, Erik followed him to the door.

“Hey wait…Oscar. Thanks. No instructor has explained this shit where it made any sense.”

“No problem.”

“When are you coming back?”

“Oh, I don’t know. What’s your schedule?”

“Most of my classes are on Monday, Wednesday and Friday but I have a lab on Tuesdays till six. Could you come over around eight or nine on Tuesday?”

Oscar knew he had his assignments done by three or four in the afternoon on most days and his evenings have been nothing but listening to music, watching television or playing video games with a couple of the guys down the hall. Any time was good with him.

“I think I can be here by…eight-thirty, nine at the latest.”

“Okay, see you then.”

 

Oscar ambled back across campus, so unfocused on where he was walking he found himself wandering around parts of campus he didn’t even know.  He was confused about the last three hours, how Erik was unfriendly, initially treating him like some punishment. It grated how Erik acted for he was taking his own time to tutor him, even if Erik was paying him. But on the way out there was a change in Erik’s demeanor, a friendliness that wasn’t there before. Oscar was considering telling him to find someone else, he didn’t need his shit, but in the end, Erik seemed to be grateful for his help.

Now he struggled with the issue of his attractions as a still closeted guy. One who dreamed of coming to college and opening up, finding others like himself and doing things from just hanging out to going on dates. There were several guys on his floor at the dorm that captured his attention. Guys he watched out of the corner of his eyes or gave the once over as they passed in the corridor, especially in the evening when he met someone coming from the showers wearing just a towel or boxers. The parade of half-naked guys was constant, pure eye candy, and it fueled his fantasies, gave him the imaginary for masturbating far too often.

Now he thought of Erik, tall, muscular body, that seemed to take up far too much of the room. Legs stretched out or the shadow of his head on the textbook as he leaned close, so close Oscar could smell the scent of his shampoo. Erik reaching for his notebook after making a diagram for a problem and their fingers touching. It hadn’t been as noticeable before, not with him aggravated with Erik, but now those moments of the last three hours came back to him. He left room 324 wanting to hate Erik, instead he found himself thinking of his masculinity, the sexual nature of his movements, so casual in every gesture Oscar knew he was doomed.

  

Tuesday night was the first night of the fall semester that really felt like fall. The air dry and cool, and the sky clear with the half moon just above the horizon of buildings and trees. Oscar made himself watch a movie on his laptop, earbuds in so as not to disturb Tom who studied history for an exam the next morning. He knew it was the best way to kill time. He was determined not to look eager, to show up after 8:30 to let Erik know it wasn’t the most important thing in the world, his tutoring some junior about to flunk calculus. He was going to have the upper hand, or so he thought.

It was 8:36 and Oscar stood outside Erik’s door staring at the metal room number on it. He knocked, three times firmly with his knuckles. Only a few seconds passed, and Erik opened the door. Oscar stood wide-eyed, caught off guard. Erik stood before him in just a pair of gym shorts, his upper body still beaded with water which Erik was wiping away with a white towel.

“Come on in. I grabbed a shower thinking you might be closer to nine but its okay. Let’s get started” said Erik as he moved back in the room running the towel across his shoulders then tossed it over the chair. Erik sat on his bed watching Oscar move to the chair hesitating on what to do. “Just sit here” patting the bed beside him, “it’ll be easier for me to read your notes as you write them.”

Oscar sat down on the bed keeping nearly a foot between them, so afraid of getting too close, as if it would send out some signal of his flustered state. He had cut quick glances at Erik’s body, the long torso with its smooth skin. Erik wasn’t overly built like the guys who went to the gym seven days a week, but more like someone who just took care of themselves, worked out to stay in good shape. His pecs were well defined, and his waist was narrow which had the gym shorts riding low on his hips. About an inch of his boxers were visible around waist.

For Oscar, Erik looked like a man. Mature, masculine, with a fully developed body. It made those feelings of being a kid, less mature, rose up, almost smothering him. Erik moved closer bouncing down next to him. Their legs touched, and it tickled Oscar the way Erik’s hairy calf brushed against his own. Their arms pressed together as Erik looked over at the notebook he was opening to the next blank page.

“Where did we leave off last time?” Oscar asked as he set the calculus textbook on top of his notebook.

“Chapter four…no five” Erik replied as he picked up his own notebook. Oscar flipped pages till he landed on the first of Chapter five. He glanced over and saw Erik flipping a pen through his fingers, one way then the next. He watched those long fingers manipulate the pen, twirling it around each finger moving from index to pinky finger and back. There were a few veins running along the back of Erik’s hand and the loose skin of each knuckle flex with his movement.

“Oscar…Oscar, earth to Oscar” Erik joked, nudging Oscar’s shoulder getting his attention.

“Oh sorry. Ready to begin…”

They went through the chapter and Oscar tested Erik with the problems in the book, and a couple of his own. They spent the entire two hours on the equations and constantly during their studies Erik bumped into his leg or arm, reached over him till they were so close Oscar was holding his breath. At one point, Erik even messed up his hair when he helped him understand a particular aspect of an equation. The feel of Erik’s hand rubbing the top of his head, fingers combing through his hair made him smile at first then blush, afraid he acted like he enjoyed it too much.

Occasionally Erik made some insinuating remark and Oscar felt his heart race with his anxiousness. He began to feel like he was constantly holding his breath or freezing up unable to respond to some silly comment or jest. He wondered what would happen if he was like Erik, joking around or playfully physical. He tried not to imagine it, then fought to suppress the ideas that came to mind.

A little after ten thirty Erik followed him to the door, holding it open as he began to head out.

“Hey, you didn’t say when you could come back?” Erik asked, his tone more serious than at any time during the last two hours.

“Oh, I don’t know. When is good for you?”

“Damn, don’t you have some plans to work around?”

Oscar hesitated then shook his head, “No…not really.”

Erik leaned against the opposite wall as he held the door open, “freshman year can be a bit weird” he said sounding like he knew what he was talking about. Oscar couldn’t imagine how Erik would know anything about it, but he nodded in agreement.

“I’ve got a test and a paper due Friday, so I can’t the next two days, how about…”

“What about Friday night?” Erik interrupted.

“Friday night? You don’t have…something to do?” replied Oscar surprised someone like Erik would even considering studying on a Friday night.

“Nah, not really. The guys usually just go down to some sports bar and hang out. Come on over around eight thirty if that works for you.”

“Yeah…eight-thirty works.”

“Good. See you Friday night.”

 

 

Oscar found his dorm settled down for the night. There were a few guys in the lounge area watching television, and on his floor, no one was out in the corridor. Several doors were closed, and he knew they were probably studying. Those there were open he saw guys lying on their beds reading or listening to music, groups of three or four playing video games or watching television and a few at their desk studying. Half way down the corridor Sean came out of the bathroom wearing only gym shorts, his towel draped over his shoulders. Oscar looked at the tall lean body, one he had seen often, but this time he looked at it differently, more openly, studying its male form. As Sean walked toward him he watched the movement within the towel, the way his cock moved back and forth with his stride.

“Hey Oscar” Sean said as they passed.

“Hey.”

At his door he glanced back across the hall and saw Gabriel lying on his bed staring intently at his laptop. Oscar wondered what it was like for Gabriel, being from Brazil and studying in a foreign country. Was it similar to his own feelings of alienization? Did Gabriel struggle to fit in? He was popular with the other guys, usually involved in some sport or playing video games. But still, there had to be certain sense of being different.

He stared at him for too long and Gabriel looked up, smiling back.

“Hey Oscar, how did the tutoring go? Teach that junior asshole anything?” Gabriel asked in a sarcastic tone.

“A little…I think” he replied smiling back. “Well, I need to turn in.”

“Good night” Gabriel replied then turned his attention back to his laptop.

Oscar went into his dark room and closed the door as he flipped on a light. Tom was gone, was most evenings, his major in architecture taking so much time, time that was spent in studio. The nice thing was the extra privacy it afforded Oscar, most nights having the room to himself when he needed it to study or just wanting to read. Or masturbate.

Lying on his bed kicking his shoes off he thought of Gabriel across the hall, A body frame not much larger than his own, if he was honest with himself, but there was something more. Maybe it was Gabriel’s personality. He seemed exotic to Oscar, with the accent of his native Portuguese. Finally, there was Gabriel’s dark skin and jet-black hair, obviously from the mix of races in Brazil, which was such a contrast to his own white complexion, too white he often thought when looking in the mirror.

Oscar began to think of Sean and Gabriel as he manipulated his cock through his jeans. Imagining their half naked bodies his cock began to stir till his jeans were too confining. As he pulled the zipper down he began to think of Bill down the hall, with his farm boy build and personality. He toyed with his cock then worked his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh, always afraid of taking them completely off, never knowing when Tom would come walking in. He took himself in hand, felt his shaft thicken, grow hard as it elongated. Eyes closed he saw Sean, Gabriel then Bill, bare torsos hovering over him. He took his cock in both hands stroking it slowly feeling his arousal grow. It seemed impossible that it could get so long as he ran both hands along its length. An image of Seth in the room next to the bathroom, brown hair dyed blue and always dressed in some provocative manner, thin strapped tank tops, mesh shirts and leather jeans. He was taboo in so many ways and Oscar imagined Seth standing before him removing a mesh shirt and tight jeans that had to be peeled off. His upper hand became wet as it slid slickly over the head and down the upper portion of his shaft. It made him shudder and push upward with his hips. He couldn’t focus on any one guy until Erik rose up in his imagination, wearing only gym shorts, the tall lean body moving over him.

He pumped his hips upward thrusting through his tight grip. The bed squeaked as he fucked his fists. Erik moved down between his legs as he pushed upward hard, stifling a desire to cry out as cum spewed from his cock. Thick wads landed on his face and chest as his cock flexed within his grasp with each ejaculation. He kept stroking till cum dribbled from the head and he smeared it along the shaft.

He fell back spent, breathing hard as he felt the cum turn runny and trickle from his face and along his sides.  As his breathing settled back to normal he felt embarrassed with how he imagined guys on his floor, then Erik, in his fantasies. He worried foolishly that the guys could see it in his face, how he fantasized about sex with them, if only they looked hard enough to see it. He worried they could smell the cum, the scent of it wafting out into the corridor revealing what he had been doing. What if Tom smelled it when he came home? Sitting up he reached under his mattress for the old t-shirt he had used last time to clean up and wipe the cum from his face and chest. He pulled up his boxers and slipped the jeans off. In a few minutes the room was back in darkness, he back in the bed trying to fall asleep.

Friday afternoon he walked home from his last class feeling the familiar anxiousness build. It happened both times before going to Erik’s dorm room and for some reason it was more pronounced this time. Leaving his last class for the day, he headed back to his dorm. It was an unusually warm day, a final rise in temperatures before fall really set in and his backpack was hot against his back.

At the dorm it was obviously Friday for guys were milling about more than usual, some making plans for the night, others asking around about any parties that would be happening. He wove among the others making his way to his room, nodding or speaking to them, although not stopping to chat or try to be a part of anything going on. Door unlocked, he pushed it open to the space he was beginning to think of as a second home.

“Hey Oscar” Gabriel called out from the room opposite his.

Turning he saw Gabriel shirtless with khaki shorts that contrasted nicely with his dark skin.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“You doing anything tonight?”

“Huh…yes, I have to tutor Erik at eight-thirty.”

“Seriously? On a Friday night?”

“Yep. Besides I could use the money” Oscar replied knowing it was a bit of a lie.

“Well, if you change your mind on that tutoring some of us are going to this frat party. It is supposed to be crazy.”

“I bet, but I have to pass this time. Maybe next time?”

“Next time” Gabriel replied as Oscar went into his room closing the door.

Oscar stripped off his clothes down to his boxers and fell back on his bed. He normally never went in just his underwear for he knew any time he had those thoughts, let his imagination get away from him he began to grow aroused and it would show. The memory of a camping trip near the end of senior year of high school and that first morning when everyone was waking up haunted him. The way the others teased him. Paul had seen it first, sticking out of the fly of his boxers, so hard it ached. The others laughed and teased him even as they hid their own morning erections. He later realized they made fun and hid their own for it embarrassed them as much as it did him for them to notice. He was nearly twice as long as some of the others, and that made them cruel in their taunts. Even now, he struggled with his thoughts he saw it roll around in his boxers ready to grow erect. He rolled over on his side, facing the wall determined not to masturbate this afternoon. It was Friday afternoon, too soon for that even as he kept asking himself ‘why the hell not?’ He lay still, eyes closed, the sound from the corridor turning into white noise. Slowly, without consciousness the room grew dark and he slipped into a deep sleep.

 

“Oscar. Oscar, wake up” said Tom as he shook him by the shoulder.

“What…what…I’m awake” Oscar stammered as he rolled onto his back then sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What time is it?”

“’Six thirty. Don’t you have to tutor that dumbass at eight-thirty?”

“Yes” Oscar replied as he swung his feet to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed.

“You want to go with us to eat dinner before you have to go? We’re just going to the sports bar for burgers.”

“No…no…” he replied looking around the room as if he didn’t recognize it. “I’ll grab something at the cafeteria. I feel grubby, so I want to shower first.”

“Okay; well I’m outta here” said Tom as he went out the door.

Oscar jumped up, slipped on his jeans and a t-shirt and headed for the cafeteria. He knew he had enough time to go eat, come back for a shower and change before heading to Erik’s dorm. For the next hour he tried to suppress those thoughts even as one guy after the next caught his eye. It seemed worse than usual, this sense of attraction to others. It was as if a dam were about to burst.

Back at the dorm he grabbed a quick shower. In his room he stood for too long trying to decide what to wear. Jeans or khakis? He turned to the stacking drawers he used for underclothes and shorts, pulling out a pair of cargo shorts. He had not worn them very often in the last few weeks, but he dropped them open in front of him and stepped through the leg openings. They fit loose, and always allowed his cock to move more freely, sometimes too freely, but it was still hot outside and he was going to ride his bicycle across campus, so the shorts would be a better choice. He reached into the next drawer and pulled out a t-shirt, one that fit loose on his lean frame slipping it over his head. The t-shirt hung long on him and it made him feel like a kid with clothes too large. But he needed to go, and the idea of changing was too much. He felt it didn’t matter what he wore, for Erik looked at him as just a means of passing calculus. He was sure of it.

At eight twenty-five he was knocking on Erik’s door as he pushed his hair out of his eyes running his fingers through it trying to straighten it after wearing a helmet. The door swung open and Erik filled the opening, leaning on the door frame.

“You finally decided to show up?”

“What? It’s not even eight thirty yet. We said…”

“I’m just fucking with ya; come on in.”

As Erik turned to lead him inside he realized what Erik was wearing. A tank top revealing his arms and shoulders and a pair of jeans ripped up far more than he had seen any before. Both knees blown out and the thighs and crotch were slashed open in horizontal tears. He had seen the pocket linings at both thighs. When Erik turned he saw one back pocket looked half torn away and ripped along the other. Oscar swore Erik wasn’t wearing anything underneath for it looked like skin through the rip by the pocket.

“Chapter six and seven…right?” Erik asked as he picked up his textbook and stood in the middle of the room.

“That’s what you said last time, but do you want to try to do both chapters tonight?”

“No, I’d rather not do either, but I need to get ahead of the instructor if I can and if by Monday I’ve got both chapters done, then I’m good.”

Oscar tried not to look too closely at Erik’s body. He diverted his eyes, looked at the floor, then over to the desk then bed. He went to the bed and sat down waiting on Erik to sit beside him.

“You think we can get through chapter six tonight and if you’re free on Sunday, then do chapter seven?”

“We can do that” Oscar replied keeping his focus on Erik’s face, keeping eye contact, not letting them wander downward. Erik sat down next to him and as he tried to look at the page of the open textbook he kept looking over at the exposed skin through the rips. The right kneecap, slivers of thigh, the upper rip that he could see far too close for comfort to the crotch. He stammered, lost his place over and over till Erik was stifling a laugh, asking him what was wrong.

“Nothing…just tired I guess” Oscar replied.

As they worked through the chapter Oscar forced himself to focus on the subject and slowly, over the course of the next two hours got Erik to understand the equations. He gave Erik test questions and had him explain the concepts back.

Erik finished the last question getting Oscar’s approval it was right, then closed the textbook and notebook tossing them into the chair.

“Enough of this shit for one night” he uttered as he scooted over to the head of the bed, back against the stack of pillows as he brought both legs up and into Oscar’s lap. For just a moment, while Erik was swinging his legs up Oscar thought he saw skin in the ripped crotch. Loose wrinkled skin of a nut sac or maybe a flaccid cock. But then legs resting on his lap, crossed at the ankles, they were pulled together concealing any opening in the crotch.

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“Not old enough for The Shamrock. Damn. I guess we’ll just have to drink here.”

“What?”

“Afriad you’ll get drunk and tell me how much you love me?” Erik replied sarcastically.

“No…wait…what?” Oscar stammered unsure why Erik was teasing him. He tried to move Erik’s legs from his lap and stand up.

“Where are you trying to go?” Erik asked as he lifted his right leg over Oscar and locked him between them. “Don’t you want to stay with me?”

That last question was different, both in tone and how Erik looked at him. It seemed serious. Oscar looked over to see Erik staring at him, almost sad in a way then changing to a smile. He let his eyes move downward over the torso and the muscular arms crossed in front of it, down to the jeans, legs now spread apart, the rips opened till he could see within. There was no underwear, just the dark shadows to the side of the exposed loose skin of the sac on one side and on the other, the head of Erik’s cock. He stared at the exposed cock, the teasing nature of its partial exposure, made more intense by the two of them alone, in this room, on the bed, he sitting with Erik’s legs wrapped  around him.

“You don’t have on underwear?”

“Yeah…is it okay? It doesn’t bother you does it?”

“Nnooo” Oscar stammered as he shifted in his seat, his own cock trying to stretch out with his growing arousal. He wanted to reach out and touch Erik, to feel it, that cock partial exposed. He watched Erik’s hand finger it through the rip, shift it over till he saw it stretch out longer. It grew thicker and began to push through the rip.

“Oscar?”

“Yeah” he replied as he stared at Erik’s cock while it twisted around and began to expand.

“Have you ever messed around with a guy before?”

Oscar shook his head no as he tugged on the crotch of his shorts around Erik’s leg trying to ease the hurt of confinement he was feeling.

“You want to?”

Oscar sat frozen for a moment thinking Erik had to be messing with him, but he wanted it, this contact. His desire crushed his insecurity and he nodded yes as he moved his hand from his crotch to Erik’s ankle, raking his fingers over the smooth skin and dark blonde hairs. He moved them up to the pant leg and down to just above the heel then in circular patterns around the ankle.

Erik sat up, scooted closer till Oscar was between his thighs. Oscar stared into his eyes, showing fear, nervousness, desire and want. “You can touch me, if you want” Erik whispered as he put one hand on Oscar’s back and rubbed up and down.

Oscar reached over, hand shaking, and rested it on Erik’s thigh. He moved it upward raking over the rips feeling the bare skin at each till his hand was moving over the thick fabric of the fly. He moved over it till he came to the rip along its side where Erik’s cock was protruding.

“Touch me” Erik whispered as he moved his other hand to Oscar’s thigh.

Oscar ran his index finger along Erik’s cock, felt the soft smooth skin and the hardness beneath. He raked his finger over the spongy head making Erik moan. As he felt Erik’s cock he became aware of Erik’s hand moving up his leg to his own crotch. He felt his cock flex in anticipation of being touched as it stretched down the other leg.

Erik’s hand came to his crotch, fingers digging into the fabric searching for his cock. He felt them touch the base, slide along its length down his other leg then squeeze the head making him moan and squirm with the manipulation.

“Jesus, how big are you?” Erik uttered dropping his left foot to the floor and sitting up. He pushed Oscar back against his chest and began to undo the cargo shorts, unfastening the button, tugging the zipper down then fumbling to push everything down.

“Raise your ass up” Erik commanded, and Erik rose up feeling his shorts and boxers slip down over his ass, down his legs till they dropped to the floor. “Fuck, you hung bastard” exclaimed Erik as he reached for Oscar’s cock that pointed straight out.

Oscar watched Erik’s hand grasp his cock then move along its length. He tried to hold still but found himself pushing upward as the hand manipulated him. Erik took him in both hands, the right one pressed tightly down at the base of his cock and the left one next to it. The head of his cock was still visible. Letting go, Erik grabbed him by the front of his t-shirt jerking him up. Before he could say or do anything his t-shirt was being pulled upward.

He sat naked between Erik’s legs, his cock so hard it began to drool. Erik pushed him over on his back as he rose up on his knees and got into position between his legs. He raised his head and watched Erik take his cock holding it up. Erik had it in his face, eyes looking up and down its length as he squeezed the shaft having the precum pool in the slit. Oscar held his breath as Erik moved to the head and licked it, swirled his tongue around it then moved down to his sac. He felt the tug on it then the suction on one nut then the other. He shivered at the sensation, almost painful in its pleasure. He put his hands on Erik’s head, fingers combing into the long hair on top then balling into a fist holding his head.

“Suck me” Oscar whispered, his voice pleading in tone.

Erik moved to the head and took him. He watched his cock slip between Erik’s lips till half the shaft disappeared. Moving up and down on his cock, Erik brought him to full erection. He felt fingers working his sac, tugging on his nuts, then moving further down. He spread his legs further apart as he felt those fingers touch him, rake over his opening then circling over its tightness. He pushed upward choking Erik as he struggled not to come; it was too soon.

Erik sat up, tugging his tank top off then fumbling to get his jeans off as fast as possible. Oscar helped him slip the jeans off each leg as he looked at Erik’s nakedness. The long lean body, the hard cock that rose up hard, it too leaking. He reached out for it, wanted to feel it, to stroke it like Erik stroked him, but Erik had other ideas, pushing him down on his back again.

“Jesus, I’ve got to take this” Erik uttered as he moved over him, held his wrists down kissing him roughly on the mouth.

Lifting his head slightly, eyes locked with Oscar’s, he whispered, “I want to feel you inside me.”

Oscar was shocked at the turn of events. The way Erik moved on him, everything so different from any of his fantasizes. He watched Erik move over his hips, hold his cock up and ease down to it. There was a push down on the head as Erik’s tight opening fought the penetration. Erik grimaced as he felt his cock breach the tight opening. Then there was the squeeze on the head of it as it slowly sank into Erik. Inch after inch squeezed through the tight ring of that opening and he felt the heat of Erik’s body as it enveloped his cock.

Erik eased down till half of his cock had disappeared. They held still, Erik breathing deeply, head held back, eyes closed while he held his breath, fighting the urge to push upward. Erik began to move, upward, letting several inches slip through his opening then back down. Over and over Erik moved up and down on Oscar, each time taking more of the shaft till there was one more descent that didn’t stop till Erik was sitting on Oscar’s hips, every inch of cock buried in his hole.

“Fuck…” Erik whispered as he leaned back, his own cock drooling on Oscar’s stomach.

Oscar reached for Erik, took him in hand and stroked him, smearing the precum down his shaft slicking it up. Erik moan and rocked his hips back and forth and Oscar fought to stay still. Erik rose up then dropped down, faster, with greater urgency to his desires. He fucked himself on Oscar’s cock, rose up as high as he could and sank down all the way, repeatedly, increasing his pace till the bed rocked and squeaked with their fuck.

“Come on freshman…fuck this junior’s ass” Erik taunted Oscar as he rode him.

Oscar shoved upward with Erik’s descent, each time, their bodies smacking together noisily. It made Erik cry out, his voice echoing around the room as Oscar’s cock pushed all the way into his depths. He rode Oscar till he was heaving for breath, his skin glistening with sweat and muscles burning with their exertion.

Oscar noticed how Erik was slowing down and looked fatigued. He sat up, bear hugging the larger body to his own and rolled him over. He pushed inward all the way as he felt Erik’s legs wrap around his waist. He held himself up on his hands watching Erik’s expression as he worked his hips, thrusting inward as deeply as he could. He moved with animal instincts, drove his hips forward, over and over feeling the pleasure of it. His cock became harder than ever before, so much so it pained him; pushed him for release.

Erik opened his eyes and looked up at Oscar, “slow down…make it last” he uttered then closed his eyes. Oscar felt hands come to his sides, rub up and down then around to his back stimulating him, every touch urging him on. He slowed the rhythm of his fuck, pushing in all the way then pulling back as far as the swing of his hips would allow, slowly, so slow it felt painful. Erik squirmed beneath him, moaning and crying out, pleading for this fuck.

“Fuck me…push it in all the way…AAAHHHHhhhhh..” Erik stammered and cried out.

Oscar leaned down and kissed Erik as he ground his cock into the deepest reaches of Erik’s body. He worked his hips feeling the stimulation on his cock, the soft warmth of Erik’s hole and the tight ring of its opening that milked his shaft as it piston through.

The familiar need arose, he felt it within his entire body. He tried to make their fuck last longer but his need for release fueled him, drove him to fuck harder, faster. He thrust inward as hard as he could. Erik knew, felt the change in his rhythm and urged him onward.

“Come on…pump that shit in me…fuck…come…come in me” Erik pleaded, commanded even, as his hands held Oscar’s thighs, the contact another sensation urging him on.

He raised up, back arched, body rigid, muscles tightened till his body shivered. He ground his cock into Erik as deeply as he could, hips pushing against Erik’s ass, and he came. He jerked with each ejaculation trying to jam his cock deeper. Nothing penetrated his mind except his cock buried in Erik spewing his load.

Finally, spent and aware of the heat of his own body, laboring for breath, he opened his eyes and looked down at Erik. Erik was smiling and breathing as hard as he. Looking down along the prone body he saw the shininess of his skin, wet with sweat and the spatter of cum over his chest and stomach.

“That was awesome” Erik exclaimed as he reached up, took Oscar by the neck and pulled him down into a kiss.

  

Oscar had dressed quickly, suddenly aware of the time, thinking he had to get back to his dorm. He was afraid the others would wonder about his staying late, surmise what they had done as he pulled his cargo shorts on then the t-shirt.

“Why don’t you stay?” Erik asked lying on the bed still naked, the cum drying on his chest.

“Just because” Oscar uttered unwilling to get into a discussion about it.

On the bike ride back across campus he went from smiling like a fool to worrying like a thief about to be caught. He pulled up to the dorm, hoisted his bike on his shoulder and went inside the building. It was quiet, only a few guys in the lounge area. He passed a couple of guys going down, probably back to their own floor, and came out into the corridor of his floor finding it quiet, most of the doors closed.

At his door he set his bike down and fumbled in his pockets for his keys. As he inserted the key into the lock he heard a sound behind him, the sound of a door squeaking open ever so slightly and turned to see Gabriel leaning against his door.

“Wow, that was some study session” said Gabriel.

“Oh, we didn’t study the whole time…we huh…played some video games too.”

“I trust you handed him his ass” Gabriel replied, laughing. “Goodnight” he added as he stepped back into his room closing the door.

 

 

Oscar woke late Saturday morning, nearly eleven o’clock before climbing out of bed. His body was stiff, some muscles ached, mostly his legs. He pulled himself up, grabbed his toiletries and headed to the bathroom. Once he was dressed he went to the cafeteria for lunch, reading his English assignment while he ate. Back in his room he went through each of his subjects, doing the assigned readings or problems. He pulled out the paper he had written the during the week, giving it one more proof read then typing it up. It was six o’clock when he finished, and he glanced over at his bike thinking a quick ride would be nice. Something to stretch his legs and get out for some fresh air.

Picking up his phone he realized he had it muted and saw there was two messages from Erik. Around one o’clock the first message thanked him for last night, saying how much fun it had been. The second came around four asking if he didn’t love him anymore with one of those goofy smiley faces after it. Fingers working quickly, he replied:

Sorry, phone muted. Last night was great. Later.

He wanted to type more but knew it would probably come out wrong, sound silly, like some school girl crush or something.

The short days of fall with their cool temperatures made his ride enjoyable. He raced around the campus, taking the wider sidewalks to the perimeter roads then settled into a long ride, much longer than he originally planned, going through the events of the last week and the sex with Erik last night. It felt like he had crossed some threshold, gained access to the college life everyone talked of but until last night he hadn’t found.

Back at the dorm he found Tom dressing to go out, White banded collar shirt pressed perfectly and black jeans. He hung his bike in its rack and sat down watching Tom comb his hair again.

“Going to a party?”

“Yep. Some guy in architecture is having one at this house he rents.”

“Sounds like fun.”

Turning toward him, “Why don’t you change and come with me?” Tom asked.

“I don’t know. I think I’ll just stay in.”

“You need to get out” Tom replied. “Oh, I forgot, there is a note from that dumbass for you. It was slipped under the door when I came in.”

“A note?! Where?” Oscar replied, overly eager. Tom smirked and pointed to the white sheet of notebook paper folded in half and laying on his desk, ‘Oscar’ printed on the outside.

“The guy across the hall says you’re riding your bike. Sorry I missed you but was wondering if you wanted to meet up later. There is a party at this architecture student’s house. Best parties ever. We’ll be there around ten thirty.  Erik”

“Hey, I’ll go with you” Oscar said as he jumped up grabbing his toiletries and towel. Give me ten minutes.”

“What are you going to wear…” Tom called out, his voice cut short by the door slamming closed as Oscar raced down the corridor for a quick shower.

Oscar came back in the room with a towel around his waist and water droplets still clinging to his chest and shoulders. Drying his shoulders with one hand he pulled boxers out with the other.

“Damn Oscar, slow down. We’ve got time” said Tom laughing.

“What am I going to wear?” Oscar asked as he looked into his closet at the clothes hanging there. He reached in to flip through his shirts when Tom cleared his throat getting his attention.

“May I suggest one of these” said Tom as he pointed to the two shirts lying on the bed.

  

Oscar followed Tom up the sidewalk, across the porch and into the house while looking at all the other students hanging out. He felt somewhat self-conscious wearing one of Tom’s shirts as if it was printed on the back for everyone to see. But it surprised him how nicely it fit, the tapered body of it showing his slim waist. The shirt was blue, a vivid blue he didn’t know was possible and it made him stand out among the crowd where most wore white, black or some muted earth tone. Inside the rooms were crowded, the music loud and he smelled a familiar smoky scent floating in the air.

“Hey Tom, you made it.” It was a tall redhead, hair the color of flames and he wore a red mesh shirt that showed off a lean body.

“Ryan, I see the party is in full swing” Tom replied then pulled Oscar up next to him. “Ryan, this is Oscar, my roommate.”

“Oscar, good to meet you.”

“Thanks for the invite.”

“Invite? Hell, Oscar most of these assholes weren’t invited” Ryan laughed. He put his arm around Oscar’s shoulders, leaning in close. “I understand there is a friend of yours looking for you?” he whispered in a conspiratorial tone.

“What? I…I…”

“Relax. We’re not going to create a scene or anything, but come over here, grab a beer and head back to Paul’s studio in the back bedroom. I think you’ll find him there.”

Ryan turned to Tom who was watching them with curiosity. He tossed him a beer and motioned toward the back of the house. “Come on Tom, we have wild stories to tell and girls to flirt with” as he led him out of the small dining room toward the back of the house.

Oscar went to the short hall off the dining room and found it dark, the only light coming from the open doors to each room. Moving into the dark hall he had to squeeze past two guys and a girl talking intently.

“…I don’t care if the asshole did call it art, you don’t starve an animal” the taller guy said, his voice rising an octave.

“He didn’t starve it. It was fed when the gallery was closed” said the other guy, shorter with flaming red hair.

“He led you to believe it so that is wrong” the girl, tall, with dark hair, wearing a skin tight white dress.

“Movies show murder and war, does that make them wrong?”

“That is different…”

Oscar glanced back and saw the girl move between the guys, suddenly the three of them nothing but one large dark shadow. He moved down the hall walking through the light of the first door, the bathroom where a guy was applying eyeliner to another guy’s eyes. Not stopping, he moved on to the room at the end of the hall, its door open all the way. Inside he saw some canvases leaned against the wall, one stack faced with a blank one and the other some abstract work. He heard voices as he neared the door then taking one step inside he turned to see Erik talking with a girl and guy. All three of them were dressed casually. The girl and guy had on black t-shirts and Erik’s was in white, all wearing blue jeans. Through the open window he could hear a song playing softly, so softly he couldn’t recognize the song, but it sounded familiar what he could hear. Standing just inside the door unsure if it was appropriate to approach the three of them he watched Erik turn toward him. Erik smiled as he looked past his friends. They turned to look in the direction of Erik’s gaze and nodded a greeting.

“You made it; come…come say hello. Rachel and Mat, this is Oscar. Oscar, these are old high school friends who are also studying here. Rachel is in Child Development and Mat is taking some computer nerd course.”

Mat laughed, shaking his head.

“Oscar is a freshman who is smarter than I…and a damn good fuck.”

Oscar blushed at the announcement, so crudely delivered and out loud till anyone nearby could have heard.

“Erik? Shhhh…” Oscar uttered, panic in his eyes making the others laugh.

Erik led him around the party, introducing him to so many people he’d never remember them all. On the rear porch where a keg sat Erik filled two cups handing one to him as they went into the rear yard. The firepit was ablaze with fresh wood. Several sat around it on camp chairs and an old church pew. Music played over speakers hung from the porch ceiling, most of the songs that played Oscar had never heard.

There were several conversations going on around the fire, with the topic changing as the people changed, coming and going constantly. Oscar glanced at his phone and saw it was after eleven thirty. More people arrived, coming out on the rear porch for beer then heading back inside or on out in the rear yard. Erik led him around the circle of people till they came to the pew slipping in next to a couple of girls on one side and a guy with dreadlocks on the other. He leaned back while Erik remained sitting up heavy in conversation about the current state of affairs with our allies. After a few minutes Erik sat back and rested a hand on his thigh, a casual gesture he tried not to react, flinching just a bit. There was a gentle squeeze, then the hand moving over his leg as Erik shifted closer.

Oscar looked over to the rear porch as more people came out. He saw two girls come out, one calling back inside. A moment later Tom came out, beer in hand, calling to the girls. Sitting up, Oscar moved Erik’s hand from his thigh and watched Tom hold out a cup to be filled as the three of them talked. Then they stood off to the side talking till one of the girls motioned toward the yard.

‘Oh shit’ Oscar thought as the three of them came down the steps into the yard. It was at that moment Tom saw him and came around the circle to where Erik and Oscar sat.

“Hey man, and this is?” Tom asked, with a surprised tone.

“Erik.”

At the mention of his name Erik turned toward Tom, smiling as he held out a hand.

“I’m Erik and you are?”

“Tom…this dumbass’ roommate.”

Erik laughed, “You’re his roommate. Glad to meet you.”

 

It had been awkward, Tom meeting Erik and then their conversation, Erik’s comments circling around the truth with so much innuendo that Oscar could not see how Tom didn’t figure it out. But Tom had acted nonchalant about Erik’s comments, occasionally taking his own jab at Oscar trying to embarrass him further. It seemed to take forever for Oscar to get Erik pulled away telling Tom he would see him later.

For the next couple of hours, they mingled with the others, hanging out in the kitchen, the living room and eventually on the front porch watching the traffic slowly decrease as the night grew late. Erik leaned over bumping shoulders with Oscar.

“Hey, you want to head back to my place?”

Oscar just nodded his head, smiling mischievously, knowing what Erik was thinking.

They walked back to the campus, cutting across the southern end till they came to Erik’s dorm. There were a few guys milling about in the lounge and upstairs on Erik’s floor but otherwise it was quiet. He followed Erik into the room, the only illumination from the dim lamp on the nightstand making it glow warmly. Erik moved into the middle of the room and turned to him. They kissed, then undressed each other. Moving slowly, all the time in the world, they removed one garment after the next from the other till they were embracing, pulling their nakedness together.

Oscar felt the heat of Erik’s body and it fueled his arousal, his cock growing erect between them. Erik turned him toward the bed and pushed him down on it, lying back till his head rested against the wall. Erik moved down with him, straddling his waist. He watched Erik hold him up, his cock fully erect, by the mere touch of Erik’s fingers and the anticipation of what’s to come. He watched the hovering body descend, feeling the pressure on the head of his cock. The push down as Erik’s tightness fought against its penetration. He pushed up, just a short jab upward and felt the head of his cock squeeze through the tight opening.

Erik moaned, stifling the urge to cry out, moving down further taking inch after inch. He felt his body grow tense with his arousal, the way his cock sank into the heat of Erik’s body. He felt the milking of his shaft as it pushed through Erik’s tight opening. He wanted to shove upward, wanted to feel his entire cock buried in the body hovering above him, but he let Erik set the pace, the slow descent till he felt the full weight of him sitting on his hips, cock buried all the way.

Erik moved slowly at first but soon found the rhythm they loved. Fast, furious, Erik rocking him roughly with their fuck. The bed squeaked and shook as Erik’s ass smacked down on his hips.  He watched how Erik grew more erect till it bounced on his stomach leaving a wet spot.

“Fuck…fuck me” Erik uttered as he leaned back enough to stretch his body out in front of him. He wanted to feel it more than see it, so he sat up running his hands up the long lean torso feeling the quivering muscles beneath the hot skin. He stroked Erik’s cock till his hand was slick and Erik thrown out of rhythm, rocking his hips harder trying to push through his tight grasp.

He wrapped his arms around Erik’s body and brought them together, so he could feel the heat of it and the way it moved up and down on his cock. Eyes closed, every sensation was on the movement within his arms. The brush of skin against skin, the shifting weight as the body raked against his chest and he felt the cock that raked up and down his stomach.

He rolled Erik over onto the bed and moved up on his knees. He took Erik’s legs, held them together pushing them down on one side of the prone body before him, twisted the torso around as he moved up and sank his cock back into it, pushing inward the full length of his cock. Erik threw his head back and cried out. Shifting up and over Erik further he held himself up by his hands and knees as he drove into Erik, faster and faster, thrusting inward all the way. Erik grunted and moaned, begged him to fuck harder. To fuck faster. Every where their skin came into contact was hot, soon wet and slick. He felt his own body burn, heart racing and heaving for breath.

Erik jacked on his cock, a furious pace that matched the rhythm of their fuck and he kept up the own pace till he felt the jerk and shaking, and the grunts that signaled Erik was coming. He smelled it first, the familiar scent of Erik’s cum then opening his eyes he saw the roping spattering along Erik’s chest and stomach. Erik kept coming, his cock flexing with each ejaculation till cum only dribbled from the head.

Oscar felt it, the way Erik came, shaking and jerking beneath him, his entire body spasm with every release and it pushed him over the edge. He drove hard into the lose hole and came, hard, teeth gritted tight as he hammered his cock in Erik’s depths filling him with his load.

Falling over on his back, Oscar was breathing hard and his body felt as if it could burst into flames. Erik lay next to him, stomach heaving up and down, and cum trickling down his sides.

“Fuck…I needed that” Erik uttered.

Oscar still felt aroused, his cock still hard. He took it in hand stroking the slick wet shaft. Looking over at Erik he thought of their sex, the physical nature of it, the more so the more Erik seemed to get off on it. He rolled up on his side and pushed Erik onto his stomach.

“What are you doing?” Erik stammered, caught off guard at Oscar’s sudden aggressiveness.

“I’m going to fuck your ass again” Oscar exclaimed as he straddled Erik’s thighs, pushed his long cock down between ass cheeks Erik quickly held apart. He found his target, cum trickling from opening and he pushed into its slickness. He pushed all the way in, not stopping till his hips hit Erik’s ass.

“OHHHhhhhh, fuck me” Erik uttered as he buried his face into a pillow, holding his ass cheeks spread apart, open for Oscar’s fuck.

Oscar shifted into position on his knees, resting his upper body on his hands and he began to fuck. Hips rising high over Erik’s ass till his cock was nearly free then the hard push back in. Over and over and over…

 

It was after noon the next day before Oscar made his way home. He had hoped Tom would be out but when he came to their door he saw it was cracked open and the sound of explosions and gun fire came from inside. Pushing the door open he saw Tom working the controls as he played some video game.

“Hey, man” Oscar uttered in a quiet voice, afraid to break Tom’s concentration.

Tom looked up, stopped the game and nodded toward the door. “Close the door, will ya?”

Oscar felt a knot in his stomach as he eased the door closed then turned back to Tom. He moved slowly to his bed and sat down looking down at Tom sitting on the floor leaned back against his own bed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Tom asked, his tone casual.

“I didn’t think…” Oscar stammered then shook his head looking Tom in the eye, “I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, you know. I don’t care. I just wished you trusted me enough…”

“I do!  It’s just…I’m still figuring it out, I guess.”

“Is it serious…with Erik?”

Oscar stifled a laugh, looked at Tom shaking his head, “not in any way.” He had considered it before but knew the truth. Erik was a free spirit, someone living in the moment and he happen to be there for this one. And for him, it was like Erik was his tutor, the teacher who was showing him the way.

“So, you guys just…fuck around” Tom replied.

“Pretty much.”

They stared at each other then Tom followed by Oscar burst into laughter. They laughed a long time before quieting down. Oscar leanied back on his elbows and Tom leaned forward with his arms wrapped around his knees. After a moment Tom picked up the other controller and held it out toward Oscar.

“Come on, get down here and play against me.”

 

 

Two weekends later Oscar found himself sitting inside the dorm room alone. Tom had gone home to visit his folks for the weekend and Erik had taking off with some guys for Atlanta. Looking through the blinds he saw the sky darkening, ominous clouds moving in from the west. The wind picked up till leaves and small limbs were hitting the windows soon followed by a flash of lightning, the rumbling and shaking roar of thunder then the rain. Big drops that hit with a thud against the glass. Soon the view out was of a white squall, nothing visible of the campus.

Out in the corridor he heard some of the guys knowing they were probably huddled up in someone’s room watching the storm. Still just in boxers, not even a shirt, Oscar went to the door to check out what, if anything was going on. The lights seemed brighter than usual, with no daylight to speak of, and he saw a few guys going from room to room and Nat in room 304 heading for the stair, a bright yellow raincoat in one hand and his backpack in the other wrapped up in some sort of plastic cover. Looking across the hall he saw Gabriel’s door was cracked open enough to reveal a dim light within. He heard music, something electronic or maybe it was strings. Stepping out in the corridor he eased up to Gabriel’s door to listen more closely, curious as to what was playing.

Gabriel was still an enigma to him, the one guy on the floor he couldn’t figure out. His looks were exotic to Oscar, so different from his own. Whereas he was fair and light skinned, with blonde hair, Gabriel was dark, with jet black hair. And there was the way Gabriel talked, the Portuguese accent that sounded so much better than his own Southern drawl.

He had shied away from really getting to know Gabriel at first, afraid his thoughts would become evident on his face, the desires he frequently used to masturbate. Now he felt left out when he saw Gabriel head off with the other guys to some restaurant or movie or just to go outside to kick a ball around in the Quad. Oscar knew he would like to be on friendlier terms, but he also knew he wished for something else, something physical, sexual, like he had with Erik.

Leaning toward the door he struggled to identify the music for it was playing extremely low. He had just stood back up straight about to turn back to his own room when the door swung open. Gabriel stood just inside, one hand holding the door open. He was shirtless revealing his lean body, the dark skin such a contrast to the white gym shorts he wore. Oscar had let his eyes scan down Gabriel’s body till he realized what he was doing and forced himself to look Gabriel in the eye. Gabriel was smiling at him, his white teeth shining in the dim light.

“Hey Oscar, what’s up?”

“Hey…Gabriel…I was…wondering if you’d like to play some video games?” Oscar replied, at first stuttering then rattling off the words so fast it took Gabriel a second to decipher what he had asked.

“Huh…yeah. I’m about bored out of my mind over here anyway. You want to play here or go to your room?”

“We can play in mine, if you want. I have a few new ones and Tom has a few others.”

“Okay, I’ll grab some drinks from my frig and come over.”

“I’ve got some sodas” Oscar added and saw Gabriel smile then shake his head.

“I’ve got something better.”

 

 

Gabriel came into Oscar’s room carrying four beers and wearing a goofy smile. Television turned on, games spread out on the floor and the two controllers lying either side, Oscar was sitting on the floor leaned back against the bed. He still wore only the boxer shorts sensing an opportunity to test Gabriel, get a feel of him by the closeness to be created between them while playing the game.

Putting two beers in the mini frig Gabriel sat down next to Oscar handing him one. Tops twisted off they each took a long swig. Oscar motioned toward the games

“Which one do you want to play?”

Gabriel shifted up on his hands and knees scanning the selection, picking up one then another before settling on a third. Oscar took the opportunity to look at his body, the gentle sweep of his back, the way his shoulder blades moved and how his dark hair fell on his neck. The waistband of blue boxers was visible above the gym shorts, shorts that revealed the curve of Gabriel’s ass, the full round shape obvious in the shorts regardless of their looseness. He watched the long delicate fingers move, slipping the disc into the player, pushing one of the buttons and then pushing the other games to the side out of the way.

Back next to Oscar, Gabriel sat with his knees slightly bent with the controller resting on them.

“Ready?”

“Ready to kick your ass” Oscar replied jokingly.

They played for over two hours, their fingers moving at a blurred rate manipulating the characters in the game. Oscar easily won the first three games then Gabriel began to become competitive till he finally won after Oscar made a mistake.

Oscar leaned back against the bed, breathing hard as if he instead of the character in the game had been running for the last twenty minutes. He brought his knees up higher resting his arms across them waiting to see if Gabriel wanted to play again. He didn’t realize it, but his cock slipped free of one leg, a couple of inches out in the open. Gabriel saw it, stared openly at the arrow shaped head, that flared out to the width of the shaft.

Oscar saw the look on Gabriel’s face, the direction his eyes were focused, and he started to move, to change positions, instead he froze as he saw Gabriel reach over, tentatively, hand shaking slightly, toward his thigh. Lightly, barely perceptible, those fingers grazed his thigh, raked over it, moving around and underneath.

“Is this okay?” Gabriel whispered looking up with a questioning expression.

Oscar nodded his head. The touch moved across his lower thigh then he felt it, those fingers touching his cock, gently, rubbing over the sensitive head. Oscar stifled a gasp as he felt the tug on his cock, slipping more of it free of his boxers till the fingers became a hand, manipulating him, stroking his cock making it grow erect.

“You do this with that junior?”

“Yes.”

“Will you do it with me?”

“Yes.”

Oscar shifted position, lifted his ass up slipping off the boxers. He sat naked by Gabriel, leaned back, legs spread out before him. Gabriel took him, held it up and leaned in closer, studying his cock as if it were the first one he had ever seen. Oscar put his right hand on the back of Gabriel’s neck and urged him forward.

“Take me” he whispered and gasped as Gabriel’s mouth slipped over the head.

Hand resting on Gabriel’s neck, leaned back with his eyes closed, he fell into the pleasure of it, the wet heat of the mouth moving on his cock, and the tongue that wiped over the head making him shiver with the sensation. He could hear it, Gabriel’s ministrations, the noisy slurp and the heavy breathing. He became fully erect, his cock filling that mouth more than it could handle. A fist gripped the base when he tried to push downward, keeping him from choking Gabriel.

He opened his eyes and watched Gabriel’s head move up and down. He slid his hand from Gabriel’s neck downward, feeling the line of spine till he was rubbing along the waistband of those boxers. He slipped his hand inside them, fingers probing down between the firm round cheeks till he was touching him, rubbing over the tight opening. He bore into it with one finger and Gabriel moaned loudly around his cock. He worked his finger into him, slowly, penetrating as deeply as he was able. Then he pushed two fingers through the tightness, stretching it open more, boring into the soft hot depths. Gabriel raised up stifling a cry.

“Let me get these off” said Gabriel with an urgency, eyes glazed over and his stomach heaving with each breath.

Oscar slipped his fingers free and watched him take off his shorts. He saw the uncut cock, stretched out half hard, the head slipping free of its foreskin. Gabriel stood up on his knees and leaned toward him till their lips touched. It was just a simple kiss at first, lips touching lips, but their passions pushed them further, and they kissed open mouth, tongues dueling, as hands roamed over the other’s body.

Gabriel was gentle, every touch a caress, fingers raking over Oscar’s skin, rubbing each nipple till it stood out hard and Oscar was shivering with the touch. Oscar was more aggressive, more physical and when he pinched down on Gabriel’s left nipple, giving it a twist, he felt the attempt to pull away then the push to get closer, taking the pain of it, the pleasure that made Gabriel cry out. Oscar rubbed downward over the heaving stomach then following the trail of hair he soon grasped the cock that grew thick in his hand. He stroked it, manipulated the loose skin back and raked over the sensitive head.

“Pare, pare, nao continue” Gabriel cried out in his native language.

“Get on the bed” Oscar commanded, and Gabriel complied, quickly, lying on his back.

As Oscar moved between Gabriel’s legs and watched as each one rose up and rested on his shoulders. He saw the submission, the willingness, and he moved over the prone body, folded it in half till hips rose up, and the body spread open for him. He pushed his wet dribbling cock to the tight opening, rubbed over it till it shone wetly then pushed against it. He pushed gently, with his hips till he felt the head of his cock squeeze through the tightness. Gabriel’s body tightened, shivered with his penetration. Head thrown back, arms stretched out pushing against the headboard Gabriel took it, the slow push into his depths, till Oscar’s hips were tight against his ass.

Fully buried in the heat of Gabriel’s body, Oscar held still till he saw a relaxation, Gabriel loosened to the breach of his hole, and the long cock that filled it. Then he fucked, slowly, gently, long slow pulls upward then the push back in. He felt the legs shiver against his chest at first with each push inward, then he felt the hands on his ass, the urgency in their grip, pulling at his hips trying to get him even deeper. He sped up, began to thrust with the urgency he felt, the desire to feel his cock piston furiously through the tight opening and sink as deeply into the hot hole as he could.

Gabriel cried out, noisily, uncaring who heard, as Oscar hammered his hole. The sound of bodies smacking together echoed in the small room and the bed squeaked with their motion. Louder and louder the squeaking grew, and Gabriel cried out louder, begged Oscar to fuck him, to fuck him harder.

Sitting up on his knees, Oscar grabbed each leg, holding them tight together, twisting Gabriel’s torso around on the bed. He drove back into him, a new angle…a new sensation, battering Gabriel’s inside with every push inward. He saw Gabriel’s erection flop around with their fuck, the head leaking so it spattered precum on thigh and stomach. And he fucked harder, drove into Gabriel roughly.

He felt it, the surge of release that seemed to coarse through his entire body. Every muscle strained with the effort, his breathing ragged, skin wet with his exertion, and he pushed inward all the way. Cum surged through him and he exploded inside Gabriel. He kept pumping his hips, each ejaculation a hard push inward till he felt his cock moving slickly through his load.

Exhausted and spent, Oscar fell on top of Gabriel. He felt their heaving bodies as each struggled for breath. He held his still erect cock inside Gabriel as he reached for the hard-uncut cock. It filled his hand, the thick shaft and he slowly stroked it, felt the loose skin move over the head and the body pinned beneath him shiver.

“Doloroso demais,” Gabriel whispered as he struggled to pull away from Oscar’s ministration.

Oscar pulled Gabriel up, bear hugged him as he rolled over onto his back. Slipping each leg around the lean dark body he saw the contrast between them.

“Fuck me…please” he whispered.

Gabriel gave him a smile of compassion, a sweet almost innocent smile, then moved down between his legs, pushing them apart as he lifted them up. Oscar opened up to him, his ass cheeks parted revealing the tight opening to his body. Gabriel pushed against it, rubbed his wet cock over it as Oscar had done to him, and as Oscar had done, he pushed against it. Oscar relaxed to it, pushed upward opening himself to the penetration till Gabriel breached his tightness, painfully stretching him open. The thick cock pushed inward making him shiver.

Gabriel penetrated him fully, every thick inch sunk into his body. Then there was the slow fuck, painfully slow, every touch electric as hands moved over his body, raked his wet skin, took his erection and stroked him in rhythm of their fuck. Slow, painfully slow, as Gabriel took him, made him accept it. For a long time, their bodies moved together, undulating with the other, so hot and wet they slipped against each other easily.

There was no awareness, no recognition of outside sound, as the room closed in around them. Only the sensation of their fuck, the way they interlocked together, Gabriel sinking into his depths over and over and over.

Ultimately, Gabriel couldn’t go on and his arousal drove him to speed up, the pace of their fuck increased, till his lower body rose and fell with a fast, regular rhythm, cock punching inward into Oscar, the sound of it echoing in the room. The bed squeaked softly, rhythmically with the swing of Gabriel’s hips. Gabriel began to cry out, his moans turned to grunts and Oscar felt the way he pushed inward harder, with greater urgency.

Gabriel came, hammering his spurting cock into Oscar’s depths till he was spent. Oscar was stroking his cock in rhythm to their fuck and he stiffened, pushed with his hips and covered his chest and stomach with his second load. Gabriel slowed, the movements of his hips so slow Oscar knew he was merely savoring the feel of his spent cock moving slickly through his own load. They slowed till they fell still.

Lying side by side, Gabriel swirled his finger through the cum on Oscar’s chest. Looking up he smiled then shifted up kissing him.

A loud knock on the door and a familiar voice calling out.

“What the fuck, guys? Are you still alive in there?”

by Grant

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