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Tyson
Being backon campus a week after spring break shouldn’t have been a relief, but not gonna lie, I’d fucked so many twinks over the break that my dick had felt raw when I’d come home. And huh… “home.” If you’d asked me two years ago, living in the dorms would never have earned that label, but first off, campus housing options got better with seniority and I was a junior now—meaning I finally qualified for something that was more like a small two-bedroom apartment than the postage stamp with two twin beds I’d been stuck in during my freshman and sophomore years—and secondly, well… this year, I had Sean.
My cock twitched, and I palmed myself through my basketball shorts, pleased to find that my junk seemed to be fully recovered after the week of overindulging down in Cancun. Although hell, even rubbed raw and with my balls drained dry, my lesser head always seemed to perk up at the thought of the adorable little slice of perfection who I’d been blessed/cursed with as a roommate this year.
I flicked a button on the remote, bored with ESPN and hoping the cable package Sean’s parents had sprung for had something better to offer, and pressed down on my dick with the heel of my other hand as the thought of him started chubbing me up even more. It felt good enough that for a hot second I considered ditching TV for the night and trying my luck with Grindr instead.
I must have made some kind of sound or something, because all of a sudden Sean popped his head out of the little kitchen where he’d been fucking around for the last twenty minutes and blinked those big baby blues at me.
“Did you… did you need something, Tyson?” he asked in that eager, breathless little voice of his that always made me want to do such dirty things to him. “Are you still hungry? I could reheat that chicken breast. Or I could get you a drink? I picked up some more of that vitamin water you like.”
“I’m good,” I said, not bothering to take my hand off my dick since I knew the angle of the couch would hide my bulge from him as long as he stayed hovering in the doorway like that. Then I winked, adding a reminder I knew damn well he’d keep right on ignoring. “Not your job to take care of my needs, sweetheart.”
Although fuck if I wouldn’t like him to.
My cock jerked against my palm, agreeing wholeheartedly. Down, boy.
Sean never seemed to pick up on any of my I-want-to-do-you innuendoes, but he blushed scarlet at the endearment, just like I’d known he would. It was sexy as fuck when he did that, so I’d been slipping them into conversation more and more freely lately even though I knew it wouldn’t amount to jack shit.
As it shouldn’t, because while there would always be another twink to fuck, I knew that lucking into a roommate who had some kind of fetish about pleasing me was a once-in-a-lifetime miracle. And messing up the world’s most perfect living arrangement? Yeah, no. No matter how much my dick begged me to test out just how straight shy little Sean really was, I wasn’t going to risk fucking things up just so I could finally find out whether his ass would fit my dick as perfectly as I suspected it would.
He ducked back into the kitchen, mumbling something about finishing the dishes, and I sighed, letting my head fall against the back of the couch. I wanted him bad, but that was nothing new, so along with another iteration of the don’t-go-there pep talk, I gave my cock a half-hearted stroke and flicked the button on the remote again, landing on some show with dramatic music and shit blowing up.
Mindless and perfect.
I left my hand in my lap but didn’t bother giving my cock any more attention. It was obviously ready to get back into action after the post-spring-break breather I’d been taking, but for real, heading out to find a fast fuck just felt like too goddamn much work after the day I’d had. Two pop quizzes and a brutal workout a buddy of mine had insisted on torturing us both with after he’d caught his girl cheating… I was worn out just thinking about it. Besides, home—a.k.a. the cozy little haven Sean had turned our dorm into—was so damn comfortable, not even the idea of getting off could get me excited to leave now that I’d grabbed a shower and some food and was all settled in on the couch.
Food Sean had had ready and waiting for me when I’d gotten back from the gym.
I grinned, flicking to some true crime show when the explosions started to get boring. There was no question that Sean was hands-down the world’s best roommate. He spoiled the shit out of me, treating me like a king and jumping to do my bidding even before I knew what I wanted half the time. He was so damn attentive, sweet without being annoying, that it had taken me awhile to get it through my head that he really was straight.
Flash back to move-in day:
“Hey sweetheart, I’m Tyson Graham, gay as fuck and all yours for the duration. Mind if I take the room at the end of the hall? Wouldn’t want my guests to disturb you since they tend to get loud when I fuck them.”
When I’d winked, he’d blinked up at me with those big eyes and a mouth that dropped open into a perfect “O”—exactly the right size and shape to fit around my cock—and along with the petal-pink blush that had stained his cheeks, it had been all I could do not to bend him over the overstuffed couch he’d already replaced the threadbare campus-provided furnishings with and see just how loud I could gethimto be for me.
Yeah, that’s me. Not much for the art of subtle. I’d figured getting it all out on day one would either rip the Band-Aid off any potential personality conflicts with my new roomie or else set up realistic expectations to avoid those conflicts later. Instead of running scared or ripping me a new one, though—or dropping to his knees and letting me test out my theory about his mouth—sweet little Sean had just stammered out something about how he’d never lived with anyone before, didn’t know any gay people but wouldn’t disturb my guests—blush, blush—and wouldbe-the-best-roommate-ever-he-promisedbefore darting into his room and hiding out for the rest of the day.
I’d say that I wasn’t sure whose dick he’d had to suck to land in upperclassman housing for his freshman year, except that even without him tossing that “I don’t know any gay people” line into his introduction, it had become obvious pretty quickly that he was too damn straight to have ever so much asseena dick other than his own, much less gotten his wet dream of a mouth on one.
How could I tell? Well, in addition to my own predilection for walking around in as few clothes as possible, I made sure to keep up a steady stream of man-candy coming and going at all times, and not once had I seen Sean’s eyes stray or any telltale bulge-action happening in his pants. And yeah, I’d looked for it. Thought about it way too damn much, too… including when I was balls-deep in some other little blond twink. Generally one I’d picked up because of how much he reminded me of my all-time favorite roommate.
Sean never brought anyone home himself and spent too much time here studying to be dating anyone on the side. Hell, I wasn’t even sure the kid ever jerked off… another thing I’d kept my eyes and ears open for.
Straight or not, the way he was always so quick to try and make me happy, I figured I could probably get him to bend over for me and like it if I ever pushed the issue, but I’d decided on a strict hands-off policy as soon as I’d realized what a good thing I had going with having scored him for a roommate. Young and innocent and sheltered and eager to please… the thing was that Ilikedthe kid, a bit too much to make him just another notch on my bedpost. Well, that and the fact that I was also too damn selfish to want to fuck with how smooth our home life was, no matter how much my dick tried to convince me it would be worth it.
Hadn’t stopped me from slipping a little lately, though. Calling him sweetheart and baby and sugar, just to see him blush. Accidentally-on-purpose rubbing up against him to double- and triple-check my theory about whether or not it might turn him on. Heaping on the praise for all the sweet-as-shit things he did for me every day, since that always got me more blushes plus a kind of dazed, happy look that almost made him look well-fucked.
And… shit. I was fully hard now just from thinking about it. What I needed to do, once and for all, was stop fucking tempting myself with what I’d already decided not to go for. I flipped back to the show with the explosions, spreading my legs wide to give my package some room and draping both arms over the back of the couch to make sure I kept my hands off it until it calmed the fuck down and forgot about Sean and his temptation of a mouth and perfect, heart-shaped little ass.
Didn’t help that he chose that moment to wrap up whatever he’d been fussing with in the kitchen and walk right past me, that sweet little ass I’d just decided not to think about anymore swaying just enough to make me groan.
“Did you say something, Tyson?” he asked, whirling to face me. All big eyes and hopeful, please-tell-me-what-I-can-do-for-you smile.
I cleared my throat, all too aware of the steel pole lying flush against my thigh. “Got homework?” I asked, my voice sounding like gravel anyway.
