My First Day in the Dorms
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Hi everyone! I'm still in complete disbelief over how many people seem to enjoy this story. I'm honestly falling in love with these characters and I really enjoyed writing this third chapter - I think you'll enjoy it! Please note that, like these characters, I am also a student and have to prioritize that first. I'll try to keep posting regularly but please be patient!Links to Previous Chapters:
Chapter 3 - Movie Night
When I returned to our room, Julian was nowhere to be found. As I dressed for the day, I wondered what he would think if he knew what I'd done with the Maxes. Until then, I'd only questioned how he might feel about what we'd done together. Now, I wondered if what I'd done with someone else would affect him. Although I couldn't be sure of his feelings, I knew my own: I wished it was his arms wrapped around me, his smooth hands grasping my balls while he breathed in my ear. My cock twitched at the thought.I decided to spend the day getting to know the campus I would be living on for the foreseeable future. The university was a strange juxtaposition of old and new buildings, ranging from intricate, gothic designs to geometric, modern architecture. I tried to mark each building in my mental map of this unfamiliar place. I hoped one day I would be able to call it home. Perhaps unsurprisingly, I eventually found myself perusing the campus bookstore. The knowledge contained in the thousands of textbooks living in the stacks filled me with awe and reverence. Inside these pages was the amalgamation of human knowledge, history, and discovery. These were the words that shaped people into doctors, engineers, authors, scientists - it was a place of exploration, dreams, and hope. I decided to buy my textbooks, not caring if they were truly required. When I brought my stack to the cashier, I gritted my teeth as she said, "That'll be $600". My wallet lightened and the books felt a little bit heavier than they had before.
While I wandered the campus, I decided to enjoy the late-summer sunshine and read outside... At least that's what I told myself. In truth, my thin arms ached from carrying the nearly 4,000 pages bound in hardcovers. I sat on a bench at the edge of large, neatly trimmed grass field. In the distance, two shirtless, athletic men passed a football back and forth. I flipped through my biology textbook to the anatomy section, justifying my gawking at their bodies as an application of the material.
"Studying already?" a familiar voice asked from behind me. I turned around to see Julian, clad in grey jogging pants. A black muscle shirt clung to each rivet of his muscular torso and a hint of sweat caused the sunlight to glimmer against his exposed, olive-skinned arms. A duffle bag with our university's emblem was draped over his shoulder.
I smiled. "I couldn't wait to get started."
He eyed the two men in the distance and smirked. "I bet."
Blood rushed to my cheeks, "Look... about last night - "
"Heads up!" A voice called out. Before I knew it, a shape whirled through the air in my direction, rapidly increasing in size as it approached my face. Before I could process what was happening, Julian leaped over the bench from behind, arms reaching out, and caught the football milliseconds before it would have hit me square in the nose.
"Watch it!" he growled. His expression had completely changed, his electric blue eyes feral and wolfish with worry and rage. "You'll hurt someone," he said with a vindictive, worried tone. His biceps bulged and I could see the whites on his knuckles where he grasped the ball.
"Sorry, man. We're just playing around!" One of the men tried to laugh it off. Without a word, Julian threw the ball back in their direction. It soared far beyond them in a perfect arc. Both men groaned before running to retrieve it from the opposite end of the field. They resumed their games but kept their distance.
"Assholes." Julian growled under his breath. He inhaled deeply and deliberately, easing the tension from his body. Had he been shaking?
"Nice throw," I said, still trying to process what had just happened. "You probably saved me from a broken nose. Thank you."
Julian only answered with a nod. He continued to take focused breaths as he took a seat on the bench beside me. Why was he so angry? From his duffle bag, he pulled out a paperback Stephen King novel and started to flip through its pages. An eternity seemed to pass. I continued staring at the words in my bio textbook, glancing at Julian's arms as I tried to match the muscles on the page to his. Every few seconds, he would readjust himself, clearly uncomfortable. I realized that he was much closer to me on the bench than when he first sat down. He tapped his foot on the ground and I thought I saw a bead of sweat roll down his forehead.
"Did you know them?" I asked, looking in the direction of the football players.
"Used to," he said, not looking up from his book. "Went to high school together."
"Oh," I said, trying to sound gentle. "Were you friends?"
"Once." I decided not to press any further.
Another fifteen minutes passed in a somewhat uncomfortable silence. Julian continued to readjust himself and was seated only a few inches from me. I could feel the warmth radiating from the skin of his shoulders.
"Wanna watch a movie?" he suddenly asked, speaking faster than normal. "With me. In our room, I mean." His eyes met mine and I could see a nervous tension, a vulnerability to his expression I hadn't seen before.
"Oh. Sure," I said, surprised. Relief washed over his face as his mouth stretched to a wide grin.
"I'll carry your books," he said, not actually asking. My arms throbbed in gratitude as he piled them in his duffle bag.
We walked back to the dorm making comfortable small talk. Once in a while, I would ask about the buildings on campus and he would answer, always using as few words as possible. He pointed out a few of the cafes and a used bookstore he liked. My heart nearly beat its way out of my chest as I imagined him telling me about the books he liked.
When we entered our room, he started to strip off his clothes before I could even close the door behind me. Fuck, he was beautiful. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in his chest, to feel the sprouting black hairs around his nipples grazing against me. By the time he took off his underwear, my cock throbbed. I took off my own shirt, trying to hold it in front of my growing erection.
"Did you have a movie in mind?" I asked, trying to keep my eyes off his dangling cock and balls.
"No. You pick." He pulled my textbooks from his bag and placed them on my bed in a neat pile. Being a mere mortal, I soaked in every second of the view of his ass while he bent over to pick them up. Eventually, he pulled a laptop from the bag and sat down on his bed. "We can sit here."
I took a breath, soaking in the idea that I would once again be sitting beside this naked, Greek sculpture of a man. I felt my cheeks getting hot as I realized my penis was now fully erect. "Okay," I breathed, nervously taking a seat beside him, continuing to cover my groin with my bunched-up shirt. Our beds were small and I had to press against him to fit. His skin was warm, soft and smooth. It smelled faintly of sweat. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in it.
He opened up his laptop and I chose the first Stephen King adaptation that appeared, feeling it would be a safe choice. Once the movie started, I began taking slow, deep breaths, trying to calm myself down as he had earlier on the bench.
A few moments passed before he whispered, "You can take your pants off, if you want". He spoke slowly, sounding nervous, as though trying to read my reaction to each word in real time. His baritone voice sent ripples throughout my body.
"Oh. Okay," I said, but I didn't move. I couldn't. My body completely froze, imagining him seeing my dick in its full, throbbing form.
A few more minutes passed. I tried not to feel Julian's eyes on me. Not a single word of the film reached my brain in any meaningful capacity. All I could hear was his breath as I felt the air expanding his chest, causing his skin to press closer to my own.
"Do you want to?" he asked breathily. I nodded, not able to speak.
"Stand up," he whispered. I obeyed, continuing to hold my shirt in front of my manhood. "Drop your shirt," he commanded, each word decisive and slow, his eyes wild. I hesitated. My dick felt like it might explode from the pressure of the throbbing. He held out his hand for me to give him my shirt. I handed it to him. He smiled, eyeing my obvious erection. "Take off your pants." I did, my eyes fixated on his, trying to read his expression. The tip of my cock was clearly visible as it pressed against my briefs. "And your underwear." I dropped them to the floor, my eyes completely enveloped in his hungry, desperate gaze. "Now sit down. With me."
With me.
I could barely breathe. I took my place beside him again, staring at the screen, silently begging him to touch me. He didn't move. Time ceased to have meaning and after what felt like forever, I mustered the courage to shift closer to him, feeling the skin of his chest against my own. His breathing quickened. Eventually, he feigned a yawn, raising his enormous arms above his head. I took the opportunity to nestle myself against him. The slight smell of sweat from his armpit had me in a wild frenzy of desperate, primitive need to feel the warmth of his skin. Against all desire, I waited for his response, somehow still terrified I had overstepped. His breath let out the hint of a moan.
Below, I saw his other hand reach for his cock. It was firm, uncut, smooth, and a little bit darker than the rest of his skin. His grip was gentle. He stroked it slowly, fingering the drip of precum that formed at the tip. A few moments passed as I stared, completely entranced. "Touch it," he growled hungrily. My hand slowly reached for him, my fingers barely able to wrap around the circumference of his shaft. It was firm, radiating heat, and it twitched as my fingers gently circled around it. "Stroke it," he moaned. "Please." He was begging. I moved my hand along his shaft slowly, my mouth watering at the motion of his foreskin sliding along the ridge of his head. I lifted my gaze to his eyes, watched him tense and moan as I continued stroking.
Making Julian moan in pleasure by my own hand was intoxicating. He writhed, the muscles of his chest bulging as waves of pleasure overtook him. "Suck me. Now." He could barely get the words out. As I continued stroking, I lowered my head to his pelvis. "Please." I squeezed a little tighter with my hand, forcing the precum to well up at the tip. Then I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, running my tongue along the precum. This time he audibly groaned in ecstasy. I slid my tongue between the foreskin and head of his dick, adding more pressure to the ridge. His hands pressed against the top of my head, forcing me down further. His cock filled my mouth, easily reaching the back of my throat. I choked, tears welling up in my eyes. "Relax your throat." He said with firm authority. "I'm going to fuck your mouth."
My eyes met his once more. Although he was desperate for my mouth, I could see a gentleness in his gaze. I felt safe and protected - he wanted me to feel just as good. Although his voice was firm, his eyes told me that his command was a question. A calmness washed over me and I felt the muscles in my throat relax. I pushed my head along his eight-inch shaft, felt the head of his cock press against the back of my throat. I pushed deeper. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back, and pushed my head further down. I felt my lips against his trimmed pubes and knew I had taken him in full.
He began to thrust his hips. He moved in and out of my mouth while I sucked. He was firm but never forceful. He moved slowly, but his grip on my head was gentle, allowing me to move if I needed. I didn't. I only needed him. His thrusts were rhythmic and every time he entered, I felt him throbbing even harder. "I'm gonna cum soon," he groaned in that melodic, enchantingly deep voice. I kept going, forcing his cock even further down my throat. I needed his cum inside my mouth, needed to swallow every drop. His thrusts changed in rhythm to jerking, tense motions while a deep, baritone moan of euphoric bliss left his mouth. His cock pulsed and squirt after squirt of hot, sticky seed splattered against the back of my throat while I pushed it all the way inside. I could feel every muscle of his body relax. I kept sucking him gently, not wanting this moment to end. The sound of his groans was music to my ears. Finally, I felt him beginning to soften as his moans turned to sighs of relief.
The movie was still playing and I brought my head back to his chest, his arm still wrapped around me. Neither of us moved. I needed his soft, smooth skin against my head, desperate for his touch, needed him close enough to smell his sweat and to feel the dampness of it. The movie finished and I waited for him to tell me to leave the bed. It never happened. His breaths became slower. His eyes closed and I heard a low, soft snore leave his lips. I tried to leave - halfheartedly as my efforts may have been. His massive biceps tightened around my chest, pulling me closer to him. I listened to his heartbeat, fixated on every sensation.
I laid there for hours before giving in to sleep. At one point, a tear rolled down my face as I allowed myself to believe that the situation was really happening. Someone like Julian - someone so beautiful, so certain of himself- wanted me there. In his arms, the fear I felt of starting my life in university, of living on my own for the first time, of being away from home - all of that dissipated. Every one of my worries stopped when I replayed his voice saying, "I'll take care of you". I fell asleep with a gentle smile, grateful that I'd found a way to take care of him too.
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