"Do you wanna work together?" Skyler asked.
"Sure," I smiled at him and made room next to me.
Skyler and I were in the same English 101 class. At first, we sat on opposite sides of the room and barely acknowledged each other, other than talking for a bit after class. Over time, he started sitting closer to me. Today, when Prof. Carr asked us to work in pairs, Skyler and I teamed up.
"You know, he's really cute," Skyler said after sitting down next to me, completely ignoring the reading we were supposed to be doing. "But those ill-fitting khakis, ugh! He throws off my gaydar."
"Who, Prof. Carr?" I asked. "Oh, he's gay."
"How do you know?" Skyler asked, genuinely curious. "You kissed him as well?"
"Ha-ha," I said sarcastically. This was the first time either of us had mentioned the kiss that happened a few weeks ago. "No, I've seen him get messages on Grindr when I was at his office once. That's like Tinder for gay guys, right?"
"Oh you sweet, clueless, straight boy," Skyler said, pulling out his phone and checking something. "Oh my god, you're right, there he is. Holy shit!"
He shoved his phone in my face, and a shirtless Prof. Carr was starring at me. He was taking a mirror selfie, wearing nothing but some kind of compression shorts. His body looked fucking amazing, I have to say. The baggy clothes he usually wore did not do him justice whatsoever. It felt weird to see his chiseled sex-pack and big arms, and strategically positioned bulge in the front.
"He posts pictures like that, that students could find?" I said.
"It's Grindr, honey. He's practically wearing a burka compared to some of the guys on there."
"Wild," I said, looking up at the real-life Prof. Carr walking around the classroom. All of a sudden he seemed like a different man, and I couldn't help but imagine him with his shirt off. "Okay, let's do this reading."
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. The notification on my watch said it was a text from Skyler. I checked my phone and it was Prof. Carr's selfie that Skyler had taken a screenshot of.
"Very funny," I said, but didn't delete the photo.
I hate to admit it, but after I found out my suitemate Eric was gay, I started looking at him differently. But for the life of me I couldn't tell why, and it was really bothering me. It's not like I had a problem with him, or anyone, being gay. When he told me he had two gay dads, I genuinely didn't care. But for some reason, knowing that he himself was gay, made me look at him like a different person almost.
I also knew that, even though we saw each other naked in the bathroom almost daily, it's not like he was creeping on me or anything like that. Eric seemed extremely comfortable with nudity, but that didn't have anything to do with being gay. I knew for a fact my roommate Rory was straight (he'd just recently started dating a girl) and he was just as comfortable. Now that fall had started our rooms weren't as hot, but we all still spent a good amount of time walking around in nothing but underwear.
The last week of October couldn't come fast enough. I was exhausted after taking five midterms all in the same week. I was gonna use all the time I could now to catch up on sleep.
At least, that's what I thought. I was awoken one morning by persistent knocking on the door. I tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't go away. I looked at my phone and it wasn't even 9 yet. Rory wasn't in his bed, possibly out spending the night with his girlfriend. Maybe that was him, and he forgot his keycard? Who else would just show up without texting?
I walked to the suite door in the tight white boxer briefs I wore to sleep and opened it.
"Finally," the person on the other side of the door said. It was a guy I'd never seen before.
"T-Trick or treat," he added awkwardly, stuttering.
"What?" I mumbled. What in the hell was going on?
"I mean, hi!" He seemed to snap out of it and reached for a handshake. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Will, I'll be rooming with Eric."
"Oh hey, man." It finally made sense. I smiled at him. "You're Eric's boyfriend."
I just remembered Eric telling us a few days ago he was now dating that guy from Nevaeh's party. They'd asked Jamal if he was okay with switching rooms with Will, so Eric and Will could room together.
"Yes," Will said timidly and went to pick up a box off the floor.
"Let me get that for you," I thought I'd make myself helpful and grabbed his box to carry into Eric's room.
"Sorry, I didn't get your name?"
"Sorry, bro. It's Aaron," I said. "I'm in the room across the hall."
I didn't usually skip class, but that day the temptation was too big. After letting Will in I went straight back to bed, happy to have the room to myself. I loved rooming with Rory, but I still cherished the alone time that I got. When I woke up, I pulled out my computer and looked up some porn to jerk off to. I edged my dick in bed for half an hour before blasting cum all over my stomach and my chest. I had whatever food I had in the room, and watched Netflix while it continued to rain outside all day. After a while I went back to bed, happy to call this an extra-lazy day.
That evening, there was a Halloween party in the large multi-purpose room downstairs that people seemed excited about. I didn't really care about Halloween and I didn't even have a costume, but after spending all day in my room I might as well check it out. Plus, a Halloween party seemed like the perfect place to talk to some girls. Even after jerking off, I was so fucking horny. And picturing Rory out with his girlfriend, possibly fucking all day, didn't help either.
The other day, Eric had mentioned he would help me come up with a costume, so I threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a cut-off tee and headed to his room. I was hardly surprised to see his costume: a nearly-naked sailor wearing nothing but a pair of short shorts, bandana, and a hat. Will was there as well, fully dressed. He was definitely shier than his boyfriend, and he hardly said a thing.
Even more outrageous than Eric's costume was what he came up with for me.
"You can be the Old Spice Guy, from the commercials," he handed me a clean white towel and a bottle of shower gel. "He wears nothing but a towel and he's got a great body, like you. And here, a bottle of Old Spice you can hold or tuck in your towel."
Was he being serious?
"C'mon dude," he continued. "Halloween's the only time of year you can get away with wearing nothing but a towel to a party."
I thought about it for a second. Even though I didn't play football on a regular basis anymore, I'd started going to the dorm gym daily. At the risk of sounding vain, my muscle definition was more on point than ever lately, and I loved the way my torso looked! Why not show it off? I did want to get laid, didn't I?
"Ah what the heck," I said and accepted Eric's towel. "Thanks dude."
"And stay true to your costume," he yelled out after me as I left the room, "no underwear under that towel!"
The party was a smashing success, at least when it came to talking to girls! You'd think that being almost naked in a room full of people would make me feel self-conscious; quite the opposite, I felt like the king of the party. I felt more attractive than ever! I could feel everyone's eyes on me, even though they were trying to be discreet about it. For the first time since starting college, I felt confident enough to brazenly flirt with a couple of people, and I was having the time of my life.
A few hours later, when it was already past midnight, I went up to talk to Eric.
"This costume was a great idea, man! I've had every girl here compliment me."
"I'm pretty sure it's not the costume they're complimenting," he patted my bare back.
"Hey listen, can I use your keycard please? I left mine in the room."
"Sure. I feel like walking for a bit, I'll come with you."
Back in my room, I got my card and looked in the mirror real quick. Fuck, I looked hot! This was so much more fun than I'd thought.
"Hey Aaron, come here," I heard Eric shout out from his room, "I got something you might wanna try."
I walked to his room, a big smile still on my face.
"One of my dads really likes scotch, so he gave me this nice bottle to have on special occasions," he pulled out a bottle and two red cups. "And I guess Halloween's technically a holiday, so this counts."
I didn't really drink, although I have tried booze before, mostly beer or whiskey back in high school. But tonight of all nights, I figured what the heck. Might as well toast to the fun I was having.
"Your dad would probably freak if he saw us drinking fancy scotch out of Solo cups," I laughed.
"Ha! Not my dad. He'd probably be like, 'When I was your age, I was taking shots off of strippers' assholes.'"
"Oh shit man, for real?"
"Yeah, my dads are kinda crazy," Eric said and handed me a cup with some whiskey in it. "What he would insist on though, is eye contact during a toast. So cheers!"
"Cheers!" we looked at each other in the eyes and smiled.
I took a sip and sat down on Eric's chair as he made himself comfy on his bed. The whiskey was sweet, tasted more like liquid honey than anything. It went down easy.
"So isn't Will gonna mind you left him all alone?" I asked, leaning back on the chair and making myself comfortable, sitting with my legs spread open.
"He's a big boy, I'm sure he can manage."
"It's a big step, you guys moving in together."
"You're making it sound like we bought a house together! We've only known each other for a few weeks. We just figured we might as well room together. Makes fucking whenever we feel like it much simpler."
This is what I loved about living with Eric and Rory. The feeling of openness, and brotherhood that I didn't even have with my own brothers. Talking about sex wasn't taboo, and Eric made it very clear that's what he was after. If possible, it made me feel even closer to him.
"I just figured, you called him your boyfriend..." I said.
"Yeah, but that can mean like so many different things. We've never talked about like being exclusive or anything." As Eric leaned back on his bed, his muscled rippled. In his tiny shorts, he was almost as naked as I was.
A bolt of lightening flashed outside and illuminated the room. I flexed my muscles, looking down at my body, still feeling confident about how I looked. Cocky, even.
"So like, who's the pitcher and who's the catcher?" I asked, to break the silence.
"Why do straight boys love asking that shit?" Eric shook his head.
"You're right, I'm sorry."
Fuck, was that rude to ask? I took another sip and almost finished my drink.
"I guess this is one of the upsides of being gay," I said, "being able to share an all-boys room. And like check each other out in the locker room and stuff." It might've just been placebo, but I felt like the whiskey was getting to me. I rested my right hand in my lap, next to my crotch.
"Well you ain't gotta be gay to check out other guys. You mean to tell me you never check people out in the locker room?" Eric asked, sitting up closer to me.
"Who, me?" I laughed.
"Bullshit. I ain't buying it."
"Okay, okay, I'll admit I check guys out. Every now and then."
It was true. I was beyond used to being in locker rooms and gang showers, but still: there's a naked body right next to you, you're gonna look.
"And I bet if someone's got a footlong between their legs you're gonna look twice," Eric winked.
"Possibly," I answered, not knowing what else to say. I took one final sip and finished my drink. "Should we go back to the party?"
I walked toward the door, and realized we were headed back out to the noisy party, and we probably wouldn't get much of a chance to talk there. Even though Eric and Rory had grown to mean so much to me, I never told them that, not in any "real" way. It felt like now was the time.
"You're a cool guy, Eric. If I were into guys you'd totally be my type," I turned around and said with a smile.
I have no idea why I chose to say that instead of "I really appreciate your friendship" or "you're like a brother to me." It kinda just came out. I regretted it instantly.
"That's a weird thing to say, isn't it?" I added.
"Kinda," Eric said and took a few steps forward. "But I like weird, so you're all good."
I didn't turn away. I was curious. It was a very unique situation. My suitemate and I, next to naked, up past midnight as the storm raged outside. I wanted to see where this would go.
Eric continued to approach nearer, until the was standing right in front of me. I stood stoically still.
And then, just like I had kissed Skyler a few weeks ago, Eric leaned in and kissed me. It felt... different. Skyler had been a gentle kisser, but Eric was more aggressive. I kinda let him take charge of the kiss. I closed my eyes as our tongues wrestled in my mouth for almost a minute.
"Can I suck you off?" I heard suddenly. What?
"Is it okay with you? And with Will?" What about his boyfriend?!
"You worry too much," Eric said and dropped to his knees. I made no movement to stop him, so he pulled off my towel.
"Oh," he noticed. "So you didn't wear underwear to the party."
"You told me not to," I laughed.
Only now did I realize that I wasn't completely soft. During the kiss, I was focused on the sensation of Eric's tongue in my mouth, I didn't even notice my dick had started to chub up. I was kinda glad it did. Eric had seen me naked and soft plenty of times, but now that my dick was just a couple of inches from his face, I liked showing it off.
Eric looked up at me. I could see lust in his eyes. He very gently put a hand on the inside of my left thigh, and a shiver ran down my spine, more electrifying than anything I'd felt before.
Eric's fingertips moved on to my balls. He was very slow, almost as if to make sure I wouldn't back down. I didn't. I wasn't sure what it was that I wanted exactly, but I knew that I didn't want him to stop.
This wasn't the first time another person was touching my balls, but for some reason it felt like it. Eric's gestures were curious and deliberate, almost as if it were HIS first time, when I'm sure it wasn't.
My dick was almost completely hard now. Eric put it in his hand and gave it a squeeze. No one said anything. I didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.
Eric stroked my dick a few times, until it started to leak precum. He put the tip of his tongue against it and very cautiously gave it a lick. He closed his eyes, then seemed to moan in pleasure.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Fuck, this felt good! I was by now completely hard. Eric had put his lips around the head of my dick and started sucking, and teasing me with his tongue. Slowly, half an inch at a time, he took more and more of me in his mouth.
I opened my eyes and looked back down. I didn't want to miss this while it was happening. I was curious. The pleasure on Eric's face was palpable. For the first time, I felt like the person sucking me off was loving it!
Another first for me was that I let him completely be in charge. I stood there barely moving, other than the pulsating of my dick. Eric knew exactly what he was doing, as he swallowed my dick until the head of it hit the back of his throat. His one hand was playing with my balls, while his other hand was pressing on the area between my balls and my asshole. I was hoping he wouldn't get too close to my hole cuz I wasn't comfortable with that, but he never did.
I heard voices in the hallway right outside, people walking by. I'd almost forgotten where we were. I didn't even know if the door was locked, but I didn't care. I was so close to cumming.
"If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum," I finally broke the silence. Somehow my voice didn't sound like myself to me.
"Do you wanna cum in my mouth?" Eric looked me in the eyes while jerking me off with one hand. For the first time, just now, I noticed he was now jerking himself off with the other.
"I... If that's okay," I replied.
Eric shoved my dick back in his mouth the second he heard that.
"Wha-- What about you?" I asked apprehensively.
"Don't worry about me, baby," he said and gave one of my asscheeks a playful squeeze.
A couple of minutes later I was almost there! My dick was hitting Eric's throat, his nose almost buried in my pubes. Fuck, he was good!
"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum," I announced. "Fuuuuck!!"
I instinctively tried to pull out, no one had ever let me cum in their mouth before. But Eric grabbed my ass and held me back, sucking on my dick and swallowing my cum. I couldn't see my own load, but I felt one spurt after the other after the other. I grabbed Eric's hair and gripped it tightly. I didn't mean to hurt him but I had to let it out, the feeling was too strong. The pleasure was too intense.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" I kept repeating, probably sounding ridiculous.
Eric started to pull out my dick very, very slowly. My orgasm was over but the aftereffect was still there, sending chills of pleasure from my dick up and down my whole body, from my brain to my feet.
Eric held onto my balls as he was relinquishing my dick. When he got to the tip, he sucked in the last drops of cum that were there, and gave it a gentle, almost ceremonious, kiss.
Fuck. That felt amazing! But now what?
I looked down. Eric flashed me a wide smile. I smiled back, happy to see his face beaming.
I finally moved. My bare foot stepped on something wet and sticky on the floor.
"That's me," Eric said. I looked down on a huge puddle of pearly white cum on the carpet. I hadn't even realized he had cum.
Eric took the towel I had worn to the party off the floor and casually wiped up the load. He didn't seem too bothered that it would stain.
He got up and headed to his hamper.
"Can I have that?" I said, and he seemed puzzled. "The least I can do is wash it. Plus, it IS a part of my costume," I smiled.
"Sure," he said and handed me the towel.
"I'm gonna go take a shower," I announced, partially because I didn't know what to do or say next.
"Sure. I'm gonna go back down, find Will."
I walked to my room and Eric left the suite. At first I headed to the bag I kept my dirty laundry in, but then, I changed my mind and left the towel at the bottom of my closet.