As Alex walked back to his dorm, he couldn't let go of what just happened. It felt like he was in this crazy dream which he could wake up from at any moment. The shirt that he got from Raphael smelled like him, he wondered if he worked in it and how much he sweated in it. How his torso looked under this shirt. While he was thinking about that, he was getting a bit hard. He wasn't bricked up or anything but it was slowly getting there thankfully he was almost at his dorm.
The minute he got in his dorm, he locked the door and started to take the shirt off. He held it up to his face and the smell made his semi boner into a fully hard one. He started to undo his zipper and pulled down his pants. His 6 inch cock bounced out of his underwear. He spat on his cock and slowly rubbed the head of it. As the sun began to set his cock was glistening in the sunset, it looked like it could be in a porn magazine. As he was playing with his cock he walked over to the other side of the room and closed his curtains. Fortunately he looked out over a field, so the chance was quite small that anyone caught him. He went over to his nightstand, which was in front of the curtains, and got some lube out. He had in one hand Raphael's shirt and in the other one the lube. He laid on his bed and put his legs up in the air, he squirted some lube out of the bottle and put it on his hole, and started to slowly massage it. He laid the shirt on his face and was slowly starting to insert a finger in himself. He started to go in and out and quickly put a second one in. He let out a soft moan and started to slowly stroke his cock up and down. As he fingered himself faster, the strokes would speed up too. He imagined that he got fucked by Raphael's big cock that he just saw, that he was hanging over him and looking him directly into his eyes as he got pounded. Alex was starting to feel that he could cum at any moment now. He got the shirt off his face and started to stroke his cock with the shirt. "Ah ah" he softly said. Ten seconds later he started to finger himself even harder and the strokes got faster and faster. His eyes were closed and then,
"Ah fuck me. Ah!"
He came. His cum, shot onto the shirt. Alex plopped down onto the bed with his hand above his head. His cock was still covered by the in cum covered shirt and it clearly outlined his twitching cock.
A couple of hours later he woke up, It was already ten thirty. He was butt naked, with his ass up to the ceiling and his cock and the shirt towards the bed. He stood up with some semi-dried cum on his stomach and a soft cock. As he stood he looked down and smiled a bit. He saw the shirt and saw that it was totally covered by his cum, it dried up a bit while he was sleeping but it was still pretty sticky. He laid the shirt on his desk and went to bed again.
Raphael woke up the next morning, he was still thinking about what happened yesterday and what would happen today after all of that. Although he was flirtatious this never happened before. His dreams were filled with Alex and how they would kiss, fuck and even just cuddle. He knew he was starting to develop a crush on him, if he didn't already have one. Sex dreams were pretty normal but this was something different, more sensual, sweeter. He just wanted to lay with him in bed and be his little or big spoon. And it would be okay if nothing more than that happened. As he got dressed someone knocked on the door of his room. He lived together with two roommates named Oliver and Rowan, they all met in high school as they were struggling with their identities and decided to move in together after graduating. Oliver was bi and just graduated college but still hadn't found a job. Rowan was non-binary and worked in a local bookshop since graduating high school.
"Yeah come in"
"Hey Raphael, I made some breakfast. You want some?"
"Yeah sounds great, coming right now."
Raphael always took the bus to work, he lived a twenty-minute bus ride from the coffee shop. As he got on he started to think what he should say to Alex. He was good with words and all but he still couldn't find anything to say that wouldn't make it possibly awkward. He had never been in a situation like this one. Should he just act like nothing had happened or should he continue to flirt. He