Thank you to Oldbroad76 for editing.
YEAR 2
BOOK II
Forgetting Ryan
I stepped back into my empty dorm. It was the same dorm that I had the year before with Ryan, except it felt like there was no heart in it anymore.
These last six weeks at home were hell. When I wasn't sobbing over Ryan, then I was craving a cock. Six weeks without sex. Once upon a time that would've been nothing, but after the last half of my first year where I was getting cock on a regular basis, it was hell!
The ghost of Ryan still haunted the room as I looked around. I pictured the first time I touched his cock, right on that sofa. I remembered first taking his cock in my mouth.
Most of all, I remembered the first time we made love. How we made out as we worked our way through the living room and into his bedroom.
I felt... empty. I was all cried out over Ryan, but the feelings were still there. If only we had more time.
What is this going to be like without Ryan?
I thought as I dropped my bags into my bedroom.
At one point in the summer holidays, I considered getting my University changed to the same as Ryan, but I could never will myself to contact him. If I kept that window open just a little bit and he didn't want the same, I would be even more broken.
I needed to get over Ryan, and if the gay porn I had been vigorously watching over the last six weeks were at all true, the best way to get over him was to get under someone else.
I wonder who will be the first rugby lad to use me again.
"Hello?" I heard a voice call from the living room.
I stepped out of my bedroom to see a face I didn't recognise. He was definitely no Ryan. This new guy was a little taller than me but fairly slim. He had black hair and a little bit of stubble that made him look older.
"Hey," He said with a soothing voice, "You must be my roommate."
He dropped his bag down and extended a friendly hand.
"Yeah," I replied and shook his hand, "I'm Harvey."
"Nice to meet you," He replied with a medium firm handshake. "I'm Alex."
Suddenly I was hit with a massive realisation. Throughout the last half of last year all of the rugby players had a key to our dorm. They would come and go as they pleased to use my mouth and ass. I couldn't possibly do that with a new roommate! Chances are he wasn't into any of that stuff, and I couldn't force it on him, definitely not without getting a name for myself.
"So, that's your room?" Alex asked and pointed to the door I came from. "So that's mine?"
"Yeah," I told him. "What dorm were you in last year?"
"Oh, I'm new to this Uni," Alex revealed. "The last one was too far for me, and this is a lot closer to home."
"Ah, fair enough." I replied.
Alex knelt down and reached into his bag, only to pull out the latest gaming console, and my eyes shot wide open.
"No way!" I shouted.
"What, you're a gamer?" He asked me.
"Massively! But I could never afford that!" I told him, awing over the console in his hands.
"Well help yourself," Alex told me. "Go on it as much as you want."
For a second my heart broke again. The memory of staying in and playing games with Ryan came back to me, but I pushed them aside.
I left Alex to unpack as I unpacked myself before we both ordered a pizza, settled in the living room, and played a game together.
"A little bit about me," Alex said as we focused on the screen, "I'm not much of a partier, so you don't have to worry about me making a lot of noise."
I laughed in my head. He was further from Ryan than I could've imagined.
"That's fine by me," I told him. "Have you got a girlfriend or anything?"
"I wish!" Alex laughed out. "No, me and girls just don't seem to mix."
"Oh, I understand that." I replied.
Alex was nice. The sort of guy I could really be friends with.
--
The first two weeks of University flew by. Getting back into the swing of lectures was harder than I thought it would be, but every night I relaxed with Alex, and we gamed and chatted. We were already becoming pretty good mates.
I hadn't heard anything from the rugby lads, and I wondered when I would. Without having Ryan as my roommate to work as a go between, I wondered if they still wanted to use me.
--
Alex was setting up a game while I got us drinks from the fridge as we both heard some noise coming on the door. We both looked at each other and then the door., which was followed by a knocking.
"I'll get it." I said.
"Cool, what character do you want to be?" He asked me.
We had started playing a new fighting game, which was amazing.
"I'll be King Karat," I said. "Don't be starting without me and cheating!"
"I don't need to cheat to beat you." Alex laughed back.
I answered the door laughing, which immediately stopped when I saw Eric on the other side.
He was smiling from ear to ear as he towered over me. My cock grew in my jeans as I looked up at him.
"Sorry, I haven't had a chance to come round yet." He said.
I turned my head and saw Alex looking at me confused before I turned back and leaned closer to Eric.
"My new roommate is here," I whispered. "You can't come in right now."
Eric looked over my shoulder and then leaned in close to my ear.
"I'm pretty sure freeuse means anytime and anywhere I want." He whispered.
My legs felt weak. I was ready to sink to my knees and suck his dick right then and there, but I couldn't let Alex see that side to me.
"But I get it," Eric said and leaned back. "Call me when you're free."
He turned and walked away, and all I wanted to do was call him back. God, it really had been too long since I had taken a good cock in my mouth or ass.
But I managed to drag myself back to Alex where we carried on gaming, although I lost the next few matches as my mind was elsewhere.
--
That night I was lying in my bed, and it was nearly midnight. Alex was asleep as he had a lecture early the next morning, and so did I, but I couldn't get Eric out of my head.
Without giving myself time to doubt it, I sent him a text asking if he's free. I wated ten minutes, and when I saw that he wasn't online, I assumed he was asleep.
So, I closed my eyes, let my hand sink into my boxers and gripped my very hard cock.
I tried to only think about a cock, but it always turned into Ryan's. I couldn't stop it, which gave me a mix of horniness and sadness. Fortunately, the horniness won.
With my eyes closed I remembered what it was like to feel his thick, warm cock enter my mouth. The sensation of having my lips wrap around his shaft as my tongue tasted his precum. I even let out my own moan at the thought of his taste.
My hand stroked up and down faster as I pictured bobbing up and down on his cock. As my cock grew wetter, I imagined myself on my back, legs spread as Ryan got on top of me and feeling his lips against mine as his cock entered me.
"Oooh." I moaned as my chest arched into the air.
I kept stroking faster and faster as I remembered Ryan fucking me, and then I covered my stomach in thick, hot cum. In my state I immediately brought my fingers to the pool of cum and then licked it clean.
"Mmmm." I moaned as I tasted myself.
It's hard to explain, even though I absolutely loved cum, but tasting myself was never the same.
