Paul was dumbfounded when Justin came up to him after class. He didn't think Justin knew he existed to be honest. Paul was quiet, a face that blended in the crowd. He had friends, well, associates really. He was your typical tall thin pale timid geek with black curly hair that refused to be tamed. The boldest thing he had ever done was coming out.
Justin was his complete opposite. When he walked into a room all eyes were on him. With his toned and tan body, he was one of the most, if not the most, popular guy on campus. His hair was always styled to perfection and when he smiled, Paul could swear there was a twinkle. He was charming, confident and bold.
It was that boldness that threw Paul off. Justin had come up to him and ordered, "Give me your phone." Paul didn't question it. He fumbled to get his phone out and unlocked it for Justin. He watched Justin type onto his phone then he heard Justin's phone alert him to a text. "Study date at my place Friday at eight. Don't bring your books."
He winked at Paul then handed him back his phone. Paul just stood there, his classmates moving around him. He looked at his phone to see Justin had put his contact information in his phone along with a calendar reminder of their non-study date. Paul put his phone up and headed to his next class.
Paul was a wreck for the rest of the day. It was Thursday which meant his date was tomorrow. He was fairly certain that Justin was playing some elaborate cruel joke on him. He'd show up and be made fun, like the plot lines for those old teenage angst movies. He made up his mind that he wasn't going to go. Then, while he was lying in bed, his phone buzzed.
Justin had sent him a picture of himself, from behind. Paul's cock grew hard looking at those perfect smooth peaches. There wasn't a tan line to be seen, which made the white straps of the jockstrap he was wearing stand out. It was followed by a message that read, "Looking forward to tomorrow night, cutie."
Paul gulped hard, not knowing how to respond. He scrolled through his pictures to find the best naked picture to send back. He was a geek, but he was Gay. It's Gay 101. Have at least twenty nude photos on your phone at any given time. When he couldn't find one he liked, he decided to take one.
He pushed down his covers, turned the light on and pulled his boxer briefs tight along his cock and snapped a picture. He was happy with the result, sent the picture to Justin saying, "As you can see, so am I." He instantly regretted it after he hit send, but it was too late to do anything about it.
He sat his phone down, turned off the light and was about to settle down to sleep when his phone buzzed once again. It was Justin. "Tell your roommates not to expect you home tomorrow night. Sweet dreams." It was followed by a winking emoji. Paul didn't know how to take that, so he just responded with, "K, sweet dreams."
Word must have gotten around campus about Justin asking Paul out, because the next day he saw people whispering and pointing at him. Some looked at him with lust, others scorn and just a few with disgust. It made Paul uncomfortable. He wasn't used to the attention. Why did Justin have to ask him out so publicly or at all?
An hour before his date, Paul had just about talked himself out of going. He had started the text message to Justin a dozen or so times saying he wasn't going to be able to make it when he got another message from Justin. "I'm really looking forward to studying with you tonight. Remember to forget your books." There was another winking emoji after that.
Paul knew he couldn't back out on Justin. I mean, it was Justin. He stood you up, he didn't get stood up. He had to go. That was the social order of things. That reasoning got him dressed and out the door to Justin's place, which was just a block off campus. He was still a little uneasy about it, but he had made it this far.
He knocked on the door. His heart was racing. He was about to turn and walk away when the door opened. "I'm glad you made it." Beamed Justin. "Come on in. My roomies are out for the night so we have the place to ourselves tonight." Paul just stood quietly in the entryway, unsure what to do. Justin grabbed his hand and gave it a little squeeze. "Relax."
"I... uh." Paul couldn't form the words. He was so nervous that he was surprised he hadn't pissed himself. Justin just kept smiling at him. Paul closed his eyes, took a deep cleansing and breath then focused himself. When he opened his eyes, Justin was still there, waiting. "Thank you for inviting me over."
Justin patted his hand. "You don't need to be shy around me. Come on, let's get to know each other." Justin pulled Paul into the house and into the living room. He sat Paul on the couch then sat down so close to Paul he was almost in his lap. "Are you okay? Do you want something to drink? Smoke? Vape?"
"No!" Paul practically shouted. "No, thank you. I don't drink or smoke or vape." Justin turned his body so he was looking at Paul's profile. Paul could feel the heat from his cheeks. "I, um, really don't do much other than study and go to class." Justin began playing in Paul's unruly mane. "I'm not like you... I mean not to say you don't go to class or study, I mean..."
Justin moved into Paul's lap, cutting his rambling short with a kiss. Paul was shocked at first, then when he felt the press of Justin's tongue trying to get into his mouth. Paul relaxed, kissing Justin back. Timidly he moved his arms around Justin. When Justin didn't protest he kept them there, squeezing his plump ass.
"There." Justin said, finishing the kiss. "It's always good to get that first kiss out of the way." He stroked Paul's baby face before moving off him. "I'm going to be honest, Paul." When Paul didn't turn his head, Justin reached over and turned it toward him. "Focus, Paul. I'm talking. When I talk, you listen. It's only polite."
Paul gulped and uttered a soft, "Sorry." Justin smiled, that toothpaste commercial twinkle smile. "I mean, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude." Paul had a hard time focusing with all the blood rushing from his head to his groin. "Go ahead, continue. I'm listening." Paul licked his lips. He was nervous and horny. That was a bad combination.
"Good boy." Justin resumed running his hand through Paul's hair. "The reason I asked you over, as you may have guessed was not to study." Paul nodded. "I know, big shocker, right?" Justin's joke didn't ease Paul's angst. "I asked you to come over to use you for sex. Mind numbing, bed breaking, claws down your back earth shattering sex that is so good that it'll ruin you for all other men."
