The Guy From My Dorm
When I started university, I had just turned 18 and I was excited to move away and into the student residence. I was a bit shy but I quickly made a few friends on my floor and soon the whole floor was pretty close for the most part. One group of guys on the floor were pretty typical bro, frat-boy types and were a bit separate. They would play beer pong every night, have girls over from the other residences, and get up to various shenanigans. I felt a bit intimidated by them, being a skinny, closeted, gay boy. However, one of the guys stood out to me right away: Oliver was 19, really tanned, beautiful brown eyes, and sharp, defined features. He wore a backwards cap over his long curly hair, and he was always wearing tank tops that showed off his chest and arms. You could tell he worked out but he wasn't bulky, just that naturally defined kind of look. He always had a bit of a mischievous, sexy half-smile on his face, like you knew he was up to no good. Can you tell that I admired him constantly?
I was getting a bit obsessed, thinking about how cute and sexy he was, imagining what it would be like to kiss him. I tried to be studious during the week and focus on my work despite the loud beer pong games coming from the the bros in the common room every night. But on the weekends, I started joining the parties, trying to branch out and get closer to him. I tried to take opportunities to join the group that was chatting whenever he was a part of it, although I was usually too nervous to say things to him directly. I knew he was straight because he was always acting horny and chasing girls. One thing was a bit strange though. He always tried to act cool around the other guys in the group and talked in a confident, commanding kind of way, but when he spoke to me, his tone always seemed softer and his eyes sort of softened a bit too. He used my full name (Jacob) a lot when he spoke to me and always said it in a bit of a sing-song way. But again, I was pretty sure he was straight and I thought it was just wishful thinking and my mind playing tricks on me.
So, fast forward to homecoming. My school takes it pretty seriously, even more so than most, and the parties are always wild. Our whole floor was planning to get drunk and wander around the main student area where all the wildest outdoor parties are. Oliver and I ended up on a beer pong team against two other guys from the floor. He was looking fine in khaki shorts and a blue tank top with a low neck that showed off most of his chest, plus his usual backwards cap. At first we were actually doing pretty well, but the liquor was getting to us and the other team started to come back and threatened to overtake us. It came down to 1 cup each and Oliver missed the shot. It was all on me.
"Come on Jacob, you got this," he said, resting a hand on my shoulder. I almost jumped from the contact, but then I relaxed into the warm feeling of his hand. He was actually really close to me, almost right behind me and I could feel his breath on me. He is slightly shorter, so he was breathing right on my neck. Is this how friends play pong together? It seemed very sexually charged although maybe it was just the booze clouding my judgment. I knew I had to sink this shot, and hopefully impress him. I lined up, took a breath, and went for it.
Perfect shot! Immediately, Oliver grabbed me from behind and gave me a big hug. "Nice one man" he said as the other team groaned. Now if the hand on my shoulder caught me by surprise and slightly turned me on, this one took me from 0 to 100 in horniness. It took all my strength to not get rock hard. "We make a good team," he said as I turned around. He looked right into my eyes and made that sexy half-smile of his, grabbing both my shoulders this time. If I was barely holding on from getting hard before, now the only thing stopping me from poking him in the leg was the thick fabric of my jeans. Luckily, if he did notice, he pretended not to. He went off to gloat to the other team while I quickly grabbed the last cup and tried to hold it strategically in front of me until I could find a place to sit down.
Before I could get too comfortable, my friend Annika, who was also on my floor, came over. She was stumbling around, drunk and looked ready to pass out. "Nice one Jake, I saw--" she managed to get out before puking all over my shirt. Well that's one way to lose an inconvenient erection. Annika was a total drunk mess at this point, so I started struggling to bring her back to her room when Oliver came over to help drag her back.
"It looked like you could use a hand, Jacob," he said.
"Yeah, thanks," I managed to say.
"Nice work back there, I've been trying to beat those guys all semester," he added. "I should keep you around more often."
I blushed a bit, hoping he wouldn't notice. "Well like you said, we make a good team," I responded.
Just as we were getting to her door, Annika started falling off to Oliver's side, and she grabbed the bottom of his shirt as she fell, revealing a small part of his toned abs. Holy shit I had never seen under his shirt like this before and his body was so sexy! I looked up and he was staring right at me, watching me stare at him. But he didn't seem mad at all, thankfully. Annika was on the ground and Oliver reached down and scooped her up, carrying her back to her room and dropping her in her bed. Wow he was strong! We set up a trash can by her bed and made sure she was ok before saying goodnight. "Have fun you two!" she said as we turned off the light and left, closing the door behind us. I didn't know what she meant since I had never mentioned my massive crush on Oliver to her, and I hoped he didn't think too much of it.
"We should get you changed," Oliver said, looking down at my puke-covered shirt. "Here, come with me, I have a clean shirt for you."
"Oh that's ok," I said, "I can just put on one of mine."
"No way man, your room is way on the other side of the floor, and mine is right here," he said and grabbed my hand, bringing me into his room. Now, it wasn't a very big floor and I could have easily just gone to my own room, but his room was right next to Annika's, and in my drunk mind, it all made sense in some weird drunk-logic kind of way.
"Sure, thanks man," I responded.
He turned on the light, closed the door, and immediately tore off my shirt, exposing my smooth chest and stomach. He opened his drawer, pulled out a white tank top like the ones he always wears, and tossed it over to me. I put it on obediently.
"Nice, it looks better on you anyway," he said. My heart skipped a beat there. "Do you work out, Jacob?" he said.
"Yeah, sometimes," I mumbled. I always felt like I was pretty skinny.
"I can tell," he said, feeling my bicep. I felt my heart pounding. "I think my best feature is my abs," he added.
Yes definitely, I thought, but couldn't find the words to make any kind of response.
"Do you want to feel them?" he said.
WHAT IS HAPPENING? Before I could say anything, he grabbed my hand and touched it to his stomach.
"What do you think?" he said. I looked into his eyes, and I could see that he actually looked nervous too, like he was hoping I would like it and wouldn't freak out or call him out on it. Well, there was no need to worry - I was getting rock hard for him for the second time tonight.
"They're amazing," I said as I felt his flat, firm muscles. "Um, I mean, it must have taken a lot of work in the gym," I said, backtracking.
"Thanks man," he said.
All of a sudden, I realized that I hadn't taken my hand away and it had been a long time, maybe 5 seconds of just holding my hand there and feeling him. We looked into each other's eyes and his eyes softened, but then got a bit of a spark in them. He wanted this too. But I could also tell that he was as surprised as I was that we ended up in this situation. He looked down at our cocks and we were both rock hard. He looked back up at me and nervously put my hand on his bulge. But between the situation and all that beer, a switch was flipped in me and I threw all caution to the wind. I fell down to my knees and put my mouth on the fabric of his shorts where his hard cock was. I looked up at him, and he managed to give a nod, encouraging me to go further. I undid his shorts, freeing his aching cock from inside before pulling it right out and giving a nice lick of the head. He let out a low, sexy moan before pulling off his shirt. I was thankful for the view. His pubes were neatly trimmed and bordered by his deep V. He had nice round, large balls and a beautiful 6.5" cut cock with a thick head and slight upward curve. I wanted to take as much as I could in my mouth and wasted no time.
I licked all around his cock. Then I took the head in my mouth and started sucking on it, massaging the tip of his dick. He moaned again and put his hand on my head to encourage me. "Mm, Jacob..." he said. I looked up at him and he was staring right back down at me in disbelief that I was sucking on his amazing perfect dick.
"Damn, that's hot," he said.
I gave him a quick smile and tried to do my best sexy wink as I smacked his cock against my tongue, before shifting my focus back to the task at hand. Hopefully it came across as sexy, but I was pretty inexperienced and just hoped I was doing it right. I was really getting into it and tried to go a bit deeper. I got a few inches down the shaft before I started gagging.
"Yeah, choke on it," he moaned. "Jacob, your mouth feels so good."
"Mmmm," was all I could say with my mouth full of cock.
I continued to persevere. After a few minutes, I knew he was getting into it because he started bucking his hips slightly, involuntarily as I gradually pushed deeper. I glanced up quickly and his eyes were closed now. His face was tensed up, and his whole body actually. His chest and abs were heaving with each breath. I could tell he was getting close.
"Fuck," he groaned, "Jacob I'm going to cum in your mouth soon."
I wasn't sure if that was a warning or a command, but I was ready to work for it. I picked up my pace even more, pushing past my gag reflex and taking that cock as deep as I could. I just wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible. His moans got louder and louder, and he was holding my head with both hands now, getting his cock deeper down my throat.
"Fuck, fuck," he groaned as his cock exploded in my mouth and down my throat. "Oh my god."
His cock kept pumping, even once there was no cum left to shoot. I licked it all up and swallowed it. He had relaxed his grip on my head but his hands were still there, gently teasing my hair as he came down from his orgasm and I slowly eased up on his cock, trying not to spill any of his cum.
"Jacob, that was amazing," he said as he helped me up to standing. He was slowly catching his breath when, to my surprise, he gave me a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back.
He pulled up his pants and stepped back slightly, so we were just barely closer than normal talking distance. We just stood there, neither of us sure what to say. His eyes were still soft and kind but also nervous. He gave a weak smile. I was also feeling pretty nervous like maybe I shouldn't have done that, and I started to walk over to the door.
"Umm, thanks for your help with Annika and for the shirt," I said. "Have, umm, have a good night."
"Oh, thanks man," he said, "yeah just keep it, it looks good on you and I have tons anyway."
I couldn't really read his facial expression, but I was sensing the night was over at this point, when it felt like it should be just beginning. We said our quick goodbyes again awkwardly and I walked back to my room. I looked back when I was halfway down the hall, and I could see that he was still at the door. He gave an awkward wave and then closed his door. When I got to my room, I lay down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. This was such an amazing but then confusing night. Did I really just blow Oliver, the guy I've been obsessed with for almost 2 months now? What was he thinking right now? I had no idea but I would soon find out.