After leaving Dave's apartment that day, I was like a zombie. I did everything in my power to forget what had just happened. I went by the library and buried myself in books, but still my thoughts were constantly drawn back to the feeling of Dave's hands on my body. I hid away in the library for most of the day. I had assumed that if he really wanted to come find me, he'd know where to look. He knew when I was really upset, I always went to the library to clear my head. I hadn't seen him, so I knew I was safe. When it got dark outside, I went home walking at fast pace when I passed Dave's door. Okay, so I was running...whatever. That night, I discovered that he had become the new star of my wet dreams. Sandy Taylor, the sexiest girl on campus and the girl I had been pining for since middle school, had been replaced by Dave. What the fuck? I was a wreck. I awoke to the feeling of drying cum on my lower belly. I cursed myself for once in my short life for having a wet dream. Surprisingly, Dave acted as if nothing had ever happened. Dave knocked on my door so we could to class together like normal. I was jumpy as hell and, though I'm sure he noticed, he didn't mention it. It certainly didn't help that we had most of our classes together. While Mr. Brailer droned on about atomic and molecular structure, my mind was on Dave and how his forearm was touching mine on the desk we shared. I gulped audibly, shutting my eyes tight and trying to will away the erection that was forming in my skinny jeans. Had my eyes been open, I would have seen the saddened look in Dave's eyes as he moved his arm away. Needless to say, it was the most uncomfortable ninety-five minutes of my life.
As usual, after class we went to the cafeteria to eat lunch. I tried not to notice the giant purple elephant that seemed to follow us into the room. I failed. I was visibly trembling and tripping over my own feet, and I didn't know where to look. And my arms...my arms were twitchy traitors that wouldn't seem to stay in my lap and instead shot to my arm to tug at my favorite wristband or brush my hair out of my eyes in quick jerky movements every five seconds. I groaned inwardly. Fuck my life. I didn't have to look up to know that Dave was watching me. Finally, when I couldn't take his scrutiny anymore, I allowed my eyes to flicker up. My brown eyes met with piercing green orbs. Suddenly, I was mesmerized. "Seth, I'm sorry about yesterday. I don't know what came over me," He said softly. The look on his face was unreadable, kind of distant and sad. Maybe I wasn't the only one affected by this new tension after all. "I'll understand completely if you never want to speak to me again." With that and before I could even try to protest, he stood and was walking out of the cafeteria without another word. Why didn't I say anything? I wanted to, I wanted to stop him. To tell him it's okay and that maybe I wanted what happened to happen again. But, damn it all, it was like a jawbreaker was lodged in my throat. So I stayed there in the cafeteria, alone with Dumbo breathing down my neck, staring at my untouched food. Ugh, Seth you're such an idiot.
That night as I walked down the hall of the apartment complex, I passed Dave's door hesitantly. I debated with myself on whether I should knock on his door and throw myself onto him and have him do to me everything I dreamt about last night (I shudder)...or I could just continue walking on by. The latter seemed to be the more sane way to go. Unlocking and opening the front door, I was presented with the sight of 'her' and some guy (who, I'm certain, assumed he was getting some serious nookie tonight) having a make out session on the couch. I almost retched, thinking to myself, 'If only you knew where that mouth has been, buddy'. Looking at her now, one certainly wouldn't be able to tell that once she had been one of the best lawyers in the state. Funny how people change. Distinguished lawyer to elegant whore. I quickly run up to my room and slam my door shut. I stripped out of my clothes and bounced onto my bed. Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts shifted back to Dave. His piercing green eyes, the cute dimple in his cheek that I never noticed before, how it felt to pressed up against his body. What's happening to me? Admit it, you liked it! The voice came from somewhere deep inside me, screaming it. I shut my eyes tight, pushed the thoughts away. Usually when I'm like this, I just pick up the phone and call Dave. But now I don't know what to do. Eventually, after much tossing and turning, I fell asleep.
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We were in his room, in his office chair. Dave's lips were on my neck, nibbling on a very sensitive spot. His arms encircled me and his hand massaging the bulge in my pants. I moaned as he roughly tore off my pants and boxers. He quickly shucked my shirt and threw me onto his bed. He stripped his clothes off, revealing his well-defined six pack and toned muscles. He was 6'1 of raw sexual power and it made me horny as hell. He crawled toward me onto the bed, pure lust and desire clouding his eyes. He looked like a predator hunting its prey. I was the prey. And I loved every minute of it. He snapped my legs open and moved in between them. Suddenly, his mouth engulfed me. I moaned loudly and shot up into a sitting position, my hands moving to grasp his head. His tongue laved at the helmet of my cock while his hand massaged my balls. I quivered in ecstasy. He sucked and lapped at my dick to edge of completion, then just as I was about cum, he stopped. I whimpered in protest. He chuckled and slid up my body. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I looked into his eyes. I knew what was coming next...
I jerked awake, panting. Sweat covered my brow. Cum was splattered on my thigh. I was trembling from one of the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. I collapsed back onto the bed. What is wrong with me?
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The next morning, as I left out the door, I thought about knocking on Dave's door so we could walk to class together as usual. But instead I decided to cut class and go to the library. I found my favorite spot on the third floor towards the back. I sat on the floor and lost myself in a novel. Suddenly, I was aware of someone standing next to me. I look up to see Todd Singer, one of Dave's football buddies, standing over me. "Where's your bodyguard now, fag?" he asked with a smirk on his face. I wonder if he knows about Dave's bisexuality.
"Hmm...better question. What are you doing in a library? I didn't know apes could read." I said casually before returning back my novel.
"You little bitch, I'll fuck you up," he spat.
"Interesting. Hey, could ya move a little to the left, you're blocking my light. 'K thanks." I knew I was pushing all the wrong buttons, but once I start I can't seem to stop sometimes. I know, I know. Don't feed the beast and all that jazz. He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and slammed me up against an adjacent wall.
"Listen, you piece of shit--," I pushed him off me, picked up my bag, and headed to the other end of the library. I didn't feel dealing with apes and their antics. I was pushed roughly from behind, then once again picked up by the front of my shirt. The first blow got me in the eye, I saw stars.
