This is my first time writing here so any feedback is appreciated. This is actually one of my ultimate fantasies so I hope you the readers enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also I have an idea to continue this story so if any of you are interested in hearing more let me know. Thanks and have a good one ;)This is purely fictional, all characters are over 18 years of age.
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Beep....Beep.....Beep.....Beep......Beep.... I woke up to the sound of my oh so lovable alarm blaring on my night stand. With a closed fist I managed to hit the off button on my first try. As I lay there; trying to pry my eyes open, I thought to myself that it would be just another Thursday. It turns out this would be a Thursday unlike any I had ever experienced. This was my third semester at John Holloway College. I lived in the dorms with my high school buddy Steve, whom I have been great friends with since the 8th grade. After several minutes I managed to roll out of bed, I glanced over at Steve sound asleep in his bed on the other side of the room. Perhaps he didn't want to go to his morning class, oh well. I threw on some clothes, grabbed a cereal bar and headed off to my first class.
The day seemed to drag on. My 9:30 English class was always dreadful, as was my 11:30 economics. The only redeeming class I had on Thursdays was my 3:00 psychology. I always had a fascination with the way our brains worked in relation to how we understand and perceive things. Why some people do the things they do, I loved knowing the "how and why" of the human thought process. Once the day was finally finished I breathed a sigh of relief, I walked out of my psychology class thinking "thank god its Thursday!"
You see, we have; shall we call it an unofficial tradition called thirsty Thursdays here at John Holloway College. The majority of the students don't have classes on Friday, it's more of a catch up day for everyone. So when everybody's classes are done, everyone gets together in the dorms and drinks or heads out to the nearby bar and drinks there. I returned to my room after class, to get settled in before I went out and got my drink on. As I bent over to set my bag down, Steve came up behind me. He grabbed on to my hips and thrust himself in to me, which made me bang my head into the wall.
He gasped "oh shit sorry man, I didn't mean for that to happen."
I shoved him away while laughing it off "well I guess that's one way of saying hello."
You see, I recently found out a few months ago that Steve was gay. He finally admitted it to me and I was perfectly fine with it. He was able to break out of his shell once he had confided in me. Since then he actually has brought back a couple of guys to the room with him. I'd pretend to be asleep but secretly I watched and listened. I got off on hearing their heavy breathing, the THUD from skin on skin contact and the subtle moans from whoever his was fucking that night. I had been curious about what it would be like to be with a man for a few years but never really had the courage to act on it.
I've told Steve about how I felt and he told me "well there's always me?" I passed it off as a joke, I mean I considered it but what if I tried it and didn't like it? It would make our friendship awkward.
Anytime we talked about it I always jokingly said "maybe, we'll see." However I was very convinced that I would enjoy it if I gave it a shot. He was pretty attractive by gay standards. About 6'2, slim but relatively buff, his abs and pecks were well defined and he had a beautiful cock.
I've caught a glimpse of it a few times whenever he brought what he called "his fuck toys" back to the dorm. It had to be around 9-9.5 inches, it had the perfect thickness as well. Not too thick that you couldn't take it but if you wrapped your hand around it, your fingertips would barely touch.
I asked him about the plan for tonight and he said that a bunch of his friends were having a party in the dorm down the hall. So we headed out to the bar early for some beer, wings and pizza. We spent the time talking about our days and our plans for the weekend.
As we were walking back Steve turned to me and said "hey listen, don't get offended if you get hit on because most of them are gay. I just wanted to warn you in advance."
"Steve don't worry about it, I'll simply tell them I'm not gay and I'm sure they'll understand." We picked up some beer on the way and headed back to the dorms around 9:00.