The Roommate

component part 1 : Before Tyler

Where do I start out when it comes to Tyler Grayson ? Before I met him would be a unspoilt start.

Coming out of high schoolhouse I was socially awkward, that has not changed much, but nevertheless out of high school day I didn't really know what college would entail. I've heard all the tarradiddle about"go out every night, get sot, and bang fille"from countless motion-picture show and to be completely honorable, all those three things didn't charm to me in the slightest. I am a lonesome gay guy that has no sake in drinking or anything else that inhibits me. The accurate opposite of what those floor have in psyche. So going in, it was going to be an interest group experience to see how real college was like.

So the summertime moved on and I didn't really bother trying to get money. I just laid back knowing that starting in the fall, I would be past the netherworld of gamy school and into the underworld of college. Hell to Hell, Fun times. Eventually it came sentence when I would ascertain out what residence hall I was in and more importantly who my roommate would be.

Myles Stephan Richard Wagner, Dorm : Woodrow Charles Herman, room : 471, roomy : Shawn Michael Harper, telephone phone number : , Email : SMHHarper @ ( e-mail ) .com

I was ecstatic when I saw Herman student residence. That was exactly the foyer I wanted to get into. I was a bit disappointed when I saw that Ted Shawn had not put his speech sound telephone number in the system but I still shot him an email giving the"Hey ! I'm your roommate for the upcoming year. How are you ?"to him.

No response. I emailed again. No reception. I emailed a third time. No response.

I looked on facebook for a Shawn Harper and all I found was the ex-NFL player and nothing about a freshman gallery into my college. I did recover an average material body, tall, skinny white kid with long hair named Michael Harper which could've been him but I didn't know for sure.

Eventually move-in day came and me, my dad, and my sis left my house and drive the time of day and a half it takes to get to campus. I drove my white car, my dad in his Silver Minivan, and my Sister in her pocket-size red car. A polish private road overall, listened to a bit of Shawn Mendes and a few former artists on the way. Eventually we arrived at the brick star sign that we owned in my college town.

My sister had gone to schooling here for her 4 twelvemonth degree and my dad bought a house for her to survive in once I had decided to go there. It was unplanned brilliance that when my sister left college I would be walking into it. Of class, the big issue was that Freshman have to live in the dorms so it came to make it that later I would be walking into the Herman dorm building asking for my room key.

Eventually I got my roomkey and I went up two flights of stairs to get to my room. My way is on the 4th floor, but the foyer is on the secondly. I went down the forget hallway and the second gear door on the left read 471. On the door were two piddling funny book explosion pictures with"Myles Wilhelm Richard Wagner"and"Shawn harpist"written on them. I knocked on the door, thinking maybe Ted Shawn was inside. No answer. A common theme I had associated with Shawn at this point. After about 10 seconds, I put the key in the curl and turned it. The key easily opened the lock and the cover turned.

I walked into my residence hall room. I was first. My baby quickly walked in and placed stuff on the bed on the left hand and I just rolled with it. I mean, is the honest side because the door opened to the right side of the room so less chances to be embarrassed. Eventually we had everything from the car into the room, nothing set up all the way but at least it was all in there. My roommate had still not showed up.

Eventually we left to go snaffle food from a local mexican restaurant and on the way out I saw a guy who looked just like the guy named Michael harpist that I saw on Facebook. Instead of being sensible and asking him what his gens was, I just passed by him and went down the step. I didn't really say much to my folk about seeing him, and didn't pay very much attention to it. We would get everything figured out on our own metre. So after eating, I told my dad and sis to depart me at the student residence so that I could get a bit accustomed.

walk in the construction for the first gear time by myself was unearthly, but then I entered my dorm room. Nothing was on the former bed. zilch was on the desk. Nothing was in the locker. Nobody had been in this way besides me two hour ago. Weirded out, I just laid on my bed and watched YouTube for a lilliputian bit. I was very mix up about where Shawn/Michael was because I could've sworn I saw him earlier.

Ted Shawn Michael Harper never came to the dormroom. He never responded to my email. He wasn't on the school netmail listing. He had dropped out before he even started, and that meant that I had a dorm way to myself. Now this, I did not expect.

So shoal went on and I quickly adapted to dorm room life. I would find out all these tarradiddle about people getting into fuss with their roommates and sometimes I would gloat about not having to deal with one. Honestly, I was kinda living the lifespan, well as much as you can be the life being a freshman in college.

In terms of my gender, I've known I was gay since 8th class, but I am still to this day a closeted person. I didn't really want to grapple with the drama of coming out, at the same time I did want to have sex, but not coming out takes priority. I knew if I had a roomie, I would have come out to him eventually and to be completely honest, I had fancy about what me and Shawn would have done in that dorm elbow room. But as Ted Shawn didn't want to amount to school, I did what I pleased in that dorm room.

Yes, I masturbated at to the lowest degree three meter a day in that room.

My first semester was a very smooth experience overall, and being a freshman meant that the food court was a park sashay. But sometimes, I wanted to get fast food because I really wasn't feeling the commons that day.

persona 2 : First impinging

One day, I was feeling like going out to get some riotous solid food. I had quickly determined that I wanted some volaille sandwiches from Warren E. Burger Martin Luther King Jr. so I left my room, went down my hallway and down the polar way from my hallway. Eventually I was met by the room access to the stairway I had traversed a masses of clock time during that semester. The stairway was little a rectangle of concrete wall that had a whorl staircase in the middle. As I was on the fourth part level I had to go down three flights to get to the fundament floor and to the parking lot.

I eventually got to my car and ram across town to Warren Earl Burger world-beater. I ordered my food, paid honestly way too much money, and left burger King heading back to the residence hall. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a black motortruck pulling into the lot at the same fourth dimension. I didn't pay it much attention. I eventually found a spot in the lot ( amazing for around 6 p.m. ) and got out my car and headed back to the room access that led into the staircase. I eventually made it to the door, used my key fob to unlock it, and went inside. Before the room access closed though I heard a someone birdsong out.

"Hold the threshold !"the guy said in a rebuff panic.

I held the door, not being a mean person, and let him in the door. The guy seemed cute. Medium distance hairsbreadth, around six base, average build, all in all a nice body.

"Thanks"he said to me.

"No trouble"I said back.

I started walking up the stairs and he followed me. I had no estimate where he was heading, I had never seen the guy before. On the way up he started talking again.

"What you got there ? Some Micky D's ?"the guy said to me. It seemed like he was just trying to make passing conversation.

"Nah, Burger king"I said back.

"Ah cool, assuredness"he said.

Eventually, we both got to the quarter floor and we kept on walking down the hallway. We also both turned the niche. We literally lived in the same hallway. As I stopped by my door I watched as he walked down the hall stopped at a room access opened it and went in. I don't know if he saw me watching him, but I just went in my own room and ate food. I also may of masturbated to a brain double of him but that's besides the point. I quickly realized that I had no idea what his name was and therefore I couldn't even chequer his social media.

I don't know what it is about me but in my life, the cutest boys had always not had a social media presence. It is a very annoying piece of being attracted to them. The simply affair unsound than that is not even knowing the cute guy cable name. A couple mean solar day later I went down the hallway and did some looking at names on doors, of course on the door to the room he lived in, the figure had been taken down. Just my freaking luck. I could've looked at the emails the R.A. sent us but looking through 60 figure didn't tactile property worth it.

On my flooring, there was only one R.A.. Seth. Big boned, big republican, I'm not a big fan. He lived in the right slope hall, first doorway on the right field. In my dorm we had a pod privy system where 6 rooms parcel a john. We also have a no-alcohol insurance policy on campus. It's amazing which bathroom had the most alcohol-dependent beverages found in the refuse. The R.A. would indite email after email saying that he found more than intoxicant in his pod's toilet and it really was a one mortal causes everyone to be in bother scenario. Eventually it got to the point when Seth didn't think that he couldn't control the entire floor by himself.

This is my fully grown patronage with him.

Classes had just resumed after our winter fault, I still had a room to myself. Everything was going great. Then the electronic mail came.

From : St. Matthew the Apostle May

To : Tyler Grayson, Myles Wagner, etc.

Subject : Room consolidation

howdy !

office of Dorm communications protocol is to consolidate elbow room to two people per room. As being component part of the recipients of this email you have been placed in a solo way and will be moved to give birth two per room.

Thanks,

Matthew May, director of Herman residence hall

My first reaction to this email was obvious. What the fuck. I have been alone in my student residence room for over a semester now and it has gone just swimmingly, and because they want to make unnecessary some money, they want me to bear a stupid piece of ass roommate. I would be lying if I said I wasn't pissed. Then I looked in the email's recipient role. Who the fuck is John Tyler Grayson ?

A Facebook hunt later returned a consequence that I was not expecting. sanctum dogshit. It's the guy from the staircase.

share 3 : Each early

I masturbated that dark. No shame. I was about to be sharing a way with a cute guy that fit most of the categories for being nonsuch for me.

Then it dawned on me. turd. I'm going to be sharing a room with a cute guy that fit most of the categories for being ideal for me. This can only go badly.

Two weeks after the electronic mail was sent, another came in saying that we had to be moved in with the roommate within a week. 30 minutes later I had an e-mail from John Tyler in my inbox.

From : President Tyler Grayson

To : Myles Wagner

field : Moving

Hey Myles,

Im Tyler. I 'm the former kid on our storey with no roommate. I was just wondering if you had decided what you wanted to do with room moving. If you were wanting to stick around on this base or if you had somewhere else in mind in the way of moving to another floor. Just let me cognize when you get the chance.

Thanks,

John Tyler



I responded back.

Hey Tyler,

I was planning to continue on this trading floor, so if you are staying as well, Either you have to proceed to my room or I have to go to yours. I 'm outdoors to either honestly.

Thanks,

Myles



The electronic mail continued and they slowly got less and less professional. Eventually he told me that he lived down the manor hall, where I knew he lived. It was clip to pay him a sojourn. I walked down the hallway until I reached the door that correlated with the email. I knocked and sure enough Tyler answered. I entered the room.



"So how is this going to work ?"I said to him."The email said that we need to be moved in within a week."

"Yeah, it sucks doesn't it"he said with a small chuckle."Anyways… as you can see I have a lounge and everything else, I don't really want to move it"

"It's ticket. It's fine. I can locomote into this room, I definitely have to a lesser extent stuff than you"I said back.

I looked at him, his average physique just at the good level. Not fat but not buff either. Just a distinctive 19 year old boy. The decently longsighted brownness hair with small clap almost reaching his eyes. The eyes introducing me to an absolutely gorgeous typeface. I value faces in terms of innocence, at this glance, John Tyler looked free as fuck.

I eventually left his room and when I got back to my room, I masturbated again. Then three mean solar day later, I got my new set of keys.

Moving was an absolute task because it was only me and John Tyler doing all the lifting. Of all things though the biggest pain in the ass was lowering the bed from the top part of the lofted beds back down to the floor. It literally took us 20 mo because the school day bought very cheap layer for the dormitory. The solitary silver lining was that I did get to see Tyler sweating which was attractive. I am lucky I don't spring random boners to the slightest sexual matter, very lucky.

Eventually though I was moved in to Tyler's room. In fact, when given the selection to kip in my old elbow room or the new room, I chose to sleep in the new room. Me and John Tyler didn't talk much the first few Nox. New roommate anxiousness and all that bastard, but eventually we got talking.

Tyler and Me had completely different high school experiences. I went to a decently large high up school of 1200 students ( 250 per graduating class ), Tyler went to a schoolhouse where his graduating social class with 27. I did music and theatre in gamy schoolhouse, Tyler did sportsman in high school day. President Tyler had a girlfriend from high school, I didn't really say much in response to that. I told him about my home life sentence. About how my mom had died of malignant neoplastic disease during my junior year of senior high school school and that my sister came out as gay to my dad literally two months later.

I don't know if he was joking or not, but he then asked me for the first sentence if I was gay. Of course, I said I wasn't and then brushed that part of the conversation to the side. I was not coming out to him… at to the lowest degree not yet. Every so often we would get into mysterious talks about guild or political science, he was a democrat so he had that going for the both of us, but usually we would just talk about our own past tense. Then I saw an ad for a movie on YouTube. The movie was a characteristic picture show featuring the story of a gay somebody. Something that really interested me. Obviously Tyler was less enthused. Of course a couple 24-hour interval later I saw the leger in WalMart and bought it. I had no idea how mighty buying a book could be.

The next day he noticed me reading the book and he asked me what the book of account was about. I told him power point blank it was about a gay guy coming out. That's when he asked me again.

"Dude, be serious with me. Are you gay ?"He said to me. He wasn't joking.

"Yes"I said back.

Down the coney hole I went.



voice 4 :"Interesting"talking

A dorm building is an occupy spot to exist. During the few month I lived in the same room as John Tyler we talked about many thing. A lot of football game, a lot of old tale from shoal and for some ground we talked about sex… a lot. John Tyler is definitely straight, there is no incertitude about that. Literally half the thing I would said that revolve around gay clobber would make him need to deepen the subject because he didn't feel comfortable. One day we were talking about stuff and I said something that made him mad.

"Go suck a dick"he said. It's a common phrase that a guy says to another when they are annoyed. Usually the person that it is directed to just squeeze it off, but of course I am not normal. After the fourth fourth dimension he said it, I had an idea. I was ready to make him feel awkward as fuck.

"Please"I said back.

President Tyler looked up storm and confused. He stared at me with a"what did you just say"face before he put it together. He waited a near ten s before he spoke again.

"Now I just feel weird"He said to me. He then climbed up to his bed and put his headphones in his capitulum. Conversation over.

That was just the tip of the iceberg though, we had many more talks that only a true guy and a gay guy could feature. It is amazing how much our viewpoint on matter differ.

One day I got a catch on Snapchat from President Tyler, the picture was of a snowy fluid on the wall of the communal exhibitioner. It was obviously semen. This happened in mediate Feb and we were still talking about it in the midst of April. It wasn't even cleaned up for about two month. There was also the meter where Tyler was in the exhibitioner and he heard a moan from one of the carrell, he didn't tell me this until the next morning when I told him I thought I saw cum on the flooring of the toilet stall. We never confirmed who the shower jacker was, but the odds were on the weird guy across the residence from us. Our nickname for him was Druggy because we were pretty sure he did some sort of illegal drug. Probably cocaine or something.

Our corridor had some interest people, but the most important in our conversations were the aforementioned Druggy and the guy succeeding doorway Jacob. Now Jacob was a cool as a cucumber vine kinda guy, but he was super feminine. We never really talked much, although Tyler would always joke that when he was gone Jacob would make out over and we would fuck. That was not the case obviously, but it became a recurring caper in John Tyler's repertoire. The roommates of Druggy and Jacob were actually pretty cool people that I had actually grown to know via euphony stuff and nonsense but I never caught on with the actual two.

One of my favorite remembering was when me and Tyler made an intact casting for the movie"The Shower Jack"and casted all the hoi polloi in our area. I was Kevin James, John was Kanye West, Druggy was Owen Woodrow Wilson. It was a goodness fourth dimension. We would sometimes utter late into the Nox, one fourth dimension even going as late as 2 a.m. when we both had class early in the dawning.

Another side of meat of our convos was about my side habit of writing fanfiction. I kinda dug myself into a hole until John Tyler told me to evidence him everything that I had written, but he felt like if he looked it up he would've had to burn his phone, so I only gave him the outlines.

It was early April when one of the oddest percentage of our talk came into post. Tyler had a few friends on his floor and one of them happened to be roommates with a very openly gay guy named Fred. Apparently Tyler's Quaker walked in on them snuggling in bed. President Tyler's booster left soon after and when he came back later, he found them both in the bed asleep. Fred had his shirt off. The next morning he confessed that they had had some fun.

I don't know why the fuck President Tyler's friend would tell him that, but it happened and then he decided to tell me. Why ? I don't know. I mean we had talked about a lot but he gave me more details than I would've expected. All I can say is that the openly gay guy's roomy is a have intercourse dick. That's not even the end of the history though.

Literally the next day I left the dorm to grab food as pattern and then walked through the rearwards staircase to get back to the fourth floor. The only matter was that when I got to the door, Fred was there walking towards the stairs in the midsection of the dorm. The same direction I was going to be going. I knew it was him but I didn't really think more of it than it was kinda funny.

On every base of the dorm there is a universal report arena with a few tweed display panel for mass to go in and try to actually study for their tests in a timely fashion instead of cram the day before like I do. Tyler just so happened to be in there that day when I end up walking right behind Fred in clear view of him. It must of looked like the most sketchy thing in the fucking universe.

I looked at him and he shifted his center from Fred to me a twin clock time. I don't know why I did, but Instead of doing something to say I'm inexperienced person, I just stimulate my straits in a yes motion. I was trying to say"Yes that's him"but it almost came off like I was saying"I just did him"which was definitely not the case. Quickly after I returned to my student residence room I texted him saying that"That Probably looked super sketch"

"Yes… Yes it did"he replied back.

We talked about it that Night and we were up until around 1 a.m..

Part 5 : The Non-starter neophyte

It was getting near the end of the semester and I had told John Tyler basically everything about me. Tyler has told me tid bits here and there including that he has a gay cousin who always has his beau cum inside him. That was an interest conversation. That was the most interesting of the gay themed tale he told me. Overall, since he wasn't homosexually inclined he didn't pay much attention to it.

Tyler had by now been dating his girlfriend for at least 3 years ( I didn't control the exact date ) and they seemed to be going strong as ever. She doesn't go to my college instead going to the big Division I schoolhouse in the surface area. I would very often walk into the dormroom seeing Tyler on his phone facetiming her. It also happens that she is the showtime and to my cognition only somebody Tyler outed me to without my permission, so that was annoying. I got over it though.

During the middle of April, Tyler had made a date with her to celebrate their day of remembrance of being together. He told me like a hebdomad prior that he wouldn't be around, as if I would really manage, and sure enough on that Wednesday he wasn't anywhere near my college town. I saw on his Snapchat story that they were chilling at his house with a nice steak dinner. I'm not the self-aggrandizing snoop when it comes to human relationship as it doesn't interest me to a huge degree, but I never mind seeing two mass that are well-chosen. I assumed it all went well and to my noesis it had.

Later that night I did my usual number, get in bed and masturbate. I don't know why but I don't masturbate by the standard jack-off. Instead, while wearing underwear and shorts/pants, force-out my fingers the head of my member through the article of clothing. I'm sure it made the spunk not as antiphonal but it is way more concealable and more importantly to me, way more than cleaner as when I came it would go right into the underwear. The only bad character about that is that if I was wearing bright colored shorts or bloomers there would be a cum stain, but I usually just put on another pair of shorts before I went out to fix that issue.

It was about 8 p.m. or so when I heard a knock on the door. I assumed it was Tyler and I was right when I saw him open the room access. I had just masturbated and I was a bit sweaty because of it but I had my screening over me so the stain was unseeable. Although something I did not expect happened. Behind him walked in his girlfriend and that took me completely off guard. I was not warned even slightly and now I looked like a sweaty muckle in my bed. Not the most ideal situation for firstly impressions. Soon enough though she left and it was just me and Tyler in the room like pattern. I did verbalise my ira that his girl came in without warning but it didn't seem like he really cared about it.

John Tyler seemed like his rule ego except for a slight twinge of something not being perfect.

"So when you eventually, you know, have sex. Will you… uh"Tyler said to me.

"Top or posterior ?"I said back to him. He nodded at me"yes"but had a weird grammatical construction on his brass."I'm honestly open to anything, my dream is to be somebody's first ass that they fuck. That would be amazing ''

Then something I didn't expect to come out of his mouth was said.

"I asked her about… you know… sex."He said almost getting a oaf in his throat."She literally slapped me in the boldness"

I didn't know what to say back.

"At least you attempted, I wouldn't attempt something like that if I was in your place, I would be too scared of what happened to you well… happening"I said back to him with a small smiling. I tacked on a small jest to try to get the subject over with. Tyler kept going.

"I just wanted her to sop up me or something you know. I mean, we are both over 18, we have been dating for yr, I think it's acceptable by now"He said to me.

"You do own a Scripture in your closet"I said to him with a slight tinge of smugliness.

"We're fucking stripling, waiting until union is the last genesis thing, not us"he said back starting to sound more and More exasperated.

"Dude chill"I said back to him with another low laugh afterwards. I really wanted this conversation over with. Pronto.

He seemed to calm down a minuscule and we didn't talk for a secure 20 minutes afterwards. We had both gone back to doing whatever, in my case watching some youtube telecasting. Then he spoke again. The conversation continued.

"So let me get this straightaway, you would let a guy stick a dick in your ass ?"John Tyler said to me. I could assure he didn't really know where this was heading either.

"Yeah, I'd be willing to try"I said to him."It will probably ache like absolute hell but I'd try it"

"Aren't you worried about STDs ?"He said to me.

"rich person you heard of condoms ?"I said back to him in a quick rebuttal.

"That's reasonable I guess"He said to me.

"But if I trust a guy he doesn't have to be covered, only if I don't corporate trust him"I said back to him.

"So you would let a guy cum inside of you. Great, now that picture is stuck in my brain"President Tyler said.

"Enjoy it"I said laughing as if I didn't just cringe myself to the breaking level of death.

Once again it was at least a good thirty minutes before we spoke again. It was starting to get late, about 11 at night.

"I really just want she would of sucked me or something, I can't believe I got fucking blue balled tonight"Tyler said to me, looking straight into my eyes.

"What is with you and all this sex public lecture tonight ? This is Sir Thomas More than usual"I finally say to him about a hour later.

"I don't know, I guess in a way I'm jealous of your everyday posture on sex. You just act like you will take it when it presents itself and are not waiting to pork soul the first chance you get. Or I guess based on our conversation earlier, get porked"Tyler said to me. Still staring at me.

"Oh believe me, If somebody wanted to have sex with me and I found them even relatively attractive, I may say yes."I said back to Tyler."I just know that I'm not even close up to attractive so I doubt many mass are even slightly interested. I just consent it and propel on to the side by side day knowing I still have a paw"

"Dude, that's gross"

"We both know we have said way worse stuff and nonsense"

"I guess that is confessedly"President Tyler said back to me. His oculus have never left my boldness and as I would look around, it didn't deter anything. This was fucking weird. I finally had to get it up.

"clotheshorse, why the fuck are you staring at me ?"I said to Tyler, what I saw next was almost definitely the most shocking thing I had ever seen. I saw Tyler force his binding off his body to shew that he was wearing nada under them. He had a wife-beater on his torso and that was it. Nothing below the waste matter. It was even more seeming when he jumped down from his bed.

I have seen a few dicks in my metre, but none of the raise I had been in individual, only on the cyberspace. Tyler's was in that microscope stage between severe and flacid, but it was still pretty sizable. It fit his body, not being too big or too low that it looked weird. The emotion on his case was of confused guilt.

"Dude… what the hump"I said to him. He quickly used his hired hand to cover up his dick.

"I don't know what I'm doing man. I feel so fucking stupid right now"John Tyler said to me, starting to cry. All of a sudden he fell over onto the flat coat. I immediately got over to him to try to help him up. That was a stupid move. I was about to experience something I never thought would happen to me.

Chapter 6 : Bye Bye Virginity

Tyler put his manus up as if he was going to let me help him get up. Instead he pulled on me and with me not being ready for it, I came crashing down beside him.

"Myles"He said to me, his spokesperson a bit raspy."Do you want to induce sex with me ?"

This was beyond chartless territory for me. I was basically a sinking ship waiting to happen. I didn't know how to answer. If I said"No"would he spoil me ? If I said"Yes"would it be gratifying ? If I got up and ran to a Residential helper saying my roommate was trying to outrage me would he spread out everything I told him ? There was no good answer to this inquiry, so I chose the safest answer. The good result because all the resolution were bad answers.

"Yes"I said back to Tyler. His optic lit up like a flame had been ignited behind them. When I looked back to his dick I could see it was now fully erect. It was obvious that he was ready to go.

Tyler's dick was about 6.5 column inch give or take, thankfully it was cut because I wasn't that big a fan of prepuce. Tyler took a clench of my mitt and guided it down to his member. I grabbed it with the same fragility I hold my own and just started jacking him. It felt so Weird touching another person's dick. I had done my fairish part of jacking off over metre along with my normal masturbation habits, but feeling another peter was just purely exhilarating, Of grade I would've rather done it in a more consensual arrangement, but it was still an experience.

It was obvious to both of us that I wasn't going to get away with just giving him a handjob and soon enough his mitt moved to my head pushing me towards his pecker. I had always wondered what it would be like to blow a dick. How it would be to see a guy's pelvic arch moving back and Forth from my face right in front of my eye as he increase pleasure from the warm confines of my mouth. Above his pecker was a decent measure of brown pubic hair and within the firstly couple of times I was taking his dick into my oral cavity I was already being forced to deepthroat him via Tyler placing his hands on my headway forcing me down farther. Throughout all of this I had stayed mainly restrained not wanting to take in tending and Tyler did too but with the occasional grunt and moans. It would go from me having lilliputian control condition to me having no mastery when John Tyler told me to get up and get closer to the wall. I sat down and let him range my brass with my read/write head against the wall. This was followed with an acute face fucking school term which ended with me almost puking. Some of his thrusting would go straight to the back of the sass and some would hit my back tooth. He didn't seem to worry and I couldn't do anything to halt that part if I wanted to. Eventually he pulled out because he was starting to get close.

"check down Myles"he said as he got up and stretched his body. He then looked down at me."You realize that we don't have any lube or safe ripe Myles ?"

It wasn't long before he had me rolled over on my knees with my ass up in the air. At to the lowest degree he was able to grab some of his shampoo from his shower caddy so we would make some kind of lube, but it was obviously not ideal. He smeared some on his finger and then ran it up and down my hole. Eventually he started poking around until he found the mark and perplex his finger deep as it could go into my pickle. It hurt like absolute hell. I had fingered myself only a few clock time before and the cobbler's last clip was a while ago so my ass was very tight. John Tyler quickly added a second and then the extra painful third finger before finally pulling out his fingerbreadth and moving closer to me.

I could finger his penis run against my ass. He tried pushing and missed the Deutsche Mark, on the second try he pierced my inside making my mother wit of painful sensation go close to overdrive. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt, but a minute later it had already subsided by three quarters. It never didn't hurt but I could actually see why prat enjoyed being fucked. It was obvious why peak liked it based on the phone of moaning and joy that Tyler was experiencing. I don't cognise how long I was there getting fucked, we only did Doggy-Style. Eventually though, it was evident that John Tyler was getting close to cumming. His grunt were getting more frequent and overall he was getting faster in the pumping of his dick into my ass. I could feel the effort from his body dripping down onto my own and I could get a line his mouth right next to my ear panting and moaning. This was how I was losing my virginity and theatrical role of me was not mad about it.

The moment of him cumming finally came. He started pounding faster than previously into me, and then all of a sudden went very slowly and let out a cheap grunting moan. I couldn't feel anything different in my ass, just that there was still a dick inside of it. Then he pulled out, I definitely felt it then.

I couldn't see the liquidity coming out of my ass, but If I were to make a bet I would say it was white and goopy. I felt it splash out and then run down my thighs onto the basis. Sorry person who has to clean these floors after we leave. Tyler didn't say a word, he just walked over to the door, checked it was locked, and climbed up on his bed. I wanted to clean house myself but when I went near the room access John Tyler wouldn't let me.

"Go to bed"Tyler said in an provoked tone. I obeyed his orders. I got in my bed covered in sweat and cum, this was what I was. This was what it felt like to be a victim of a sexual assault that I didn't actually heed. I do love Tyler Grayson, did I want to be raped by him ? Not really, but I did desire to have sex with him. I can't get that out of my foreland. I wanted it and I got it, just not in the easily of cases.

The next morning I could tell that Tyler was guilty about the entire matter, but he didn't want to say anything about it. We never talked about it again. We never did anything again, we were just back to being normal roommates. A few weeks later we both left the dorm building for the summer, we would be going our separate ways only to see each other a few times around campus. I never said anything about what happened to me to anybody. It was just between us and honestly, that's how it should stay .