Luca - Swimfan

I realized I was not straight when I was 12 years old, in the fall of 1993, when I started changing for phys ed and noticed the changes in my friend's bodies as well as the more obvious growth between their legs. It was never really confusing to me. What was confusing was the idea that other guys were 100% straight when there were so many horny and attractive guys all around us. 

By senior year, I had already convinced all of my close friends to jerk off with me at one point or another. Most of them were really into it, which was awesome for me. Though, one friend was a bit unsure as we got into it, and then after a little while of mutual jerking, he told me it wasn't doing anything for him and that he wasn't going to cum. His cock was barely hard, which was a first for me. Thankfully, he was cool enough to finish me off, which was all I really wanted from him anyway. 

My horniness for presumably straight boys carried into college. I made a point to continue using the gym and the locker rooms to “stay in shape,” which wasn't a lie. I'm a good-looking guy with a jock body from high school sports, but if I don't maintain…I could end up looking like my dad real quick. 

One guy that caught my eye was a swimmer. Since our college has diving, swimming, and water polo teams, I couldn't tell you which sport. I just saw him come in multiple times and change into or out of his speedo, and it took everything in me to only glance and not get hard. He was about 5’6”, so lean you could become a doctor by studying the lines and muscles of his tight body. He couldn't weigh more than 130 lbs, soaking wet, but his presence was intoxicating, and when he walked by me in the locker room, I could feel his gravity pulling me in. 

Like most of my crushes and fantasies, though, I only saw him once in a while, and one of those times, I noticed he had a girlfriend. Or at least I assumed it was his girlfriend because they were holding hands and leaning in like they were fighting the urge to fuck each other right there at the picnic table in front of Baxter Hall.

When everyone returned from spring break, I went to a pretty lame party but had a good amount to drink. I called it a night around 2 a.m., walking the fifteen-minute walk back to my dorm. 

I saw a pretty drunk, staggering guy walking toward the entrance of the Holt-Thurston dorms. I slowed my pace to check him out. The closer I got, the more I realized I recognized him. It was the sexy swimmer guy. I was about to keep walking, but I saw him drop his keys, and he laughed hysterically as he nearly fell over to pick them up. It was a funny sight, and his laugh was so cute. I decided to use the last two brain cells I had to rub together to help him.

“HEY,” I said way too loud, and he flinched, dropping his keys again. 

He laughed, “Shit, you scared the bejeezus out of me,” he swiped twice and managed to pick up his keys on the third attempt. It didn't go unnoticed by me the white Calvin Klein waistband that crept up from the back of his low-rise jeans. Instantly setting my imagination on fire, and turned on the boiler in my balls, wondering if he was wearing briefs that matched his swimwear or if he was wearing boxer briefs like most of the straight guys on campus. 

I watched as he fumbled with his keys, trying to get them in the lock. I grinned at how entertained he was by the lock moving out of the way of his key as the metal missed the hole and clicked as it tapped the metal of the door with each attempt.

“Here, let me.” I took his keys, looked for the one similar in style to mine, eased it into the lock, and turned, pulling the door open. 

He smiled a cute smile at me, his dimples on full dent. " Ah, well…you have the magic touch…umm,” he squinted as he looked at my face, searching for my name, knowing he somewhat recognized my face.

“Luca,” I told him, then added, “My friends call me Luc.”

He shrugged and walked in. 

I used the keys to open the next door as well. He leaned against the wall to stabilize himself, staring at me like he was trying to figure me out. I pulled the door open, and he bolted for the nearest stairwell. 

“Wait…I have your keys,” I shook my head, watching him pull the door for the stairs. He pulled it so hard it swung open faster than he expected; he started to fall while holding onto the handle, one leg swinging out like a ballet dancer as he did everything he could to keep from tumbling to the floor. I couldn't help but notice his T-shirt pulling up and showing off his abs and the first two inches of his underwear before the waist of his jeans hid them while he attempted to steady himself.

I licked my lips, feeling blood rush towards my cock. I helped him up with a chuckle, “what room are you in?”

His pretty blue eyes looked into mine, and his grin went wide, with the dimples coming right back out. “Umm…three…no,” he cocked his head again to the side, correcting himself, “umm, 2-0-3.”

I nodded and smiled, putting him on a path to take the stairs. He staggered from side to side but still hustled up the stairs with me in tow to catch him if he fell. 

We reached 203 just outside the stairwell. Someone had decorated the door with the name “Mason” in colorful bubble letters made of construction paper. I flipped through his keys and looked for the one that looked like the key I used in my dorm. He leaned against the wall in a huff. The key didn't work for some reason. Then I got distracted because he very clumsily pulled at the back of the collar of his shirt and yanked until the shirt pulled off, mumbling about being hot, exposing the very sexy body I had only seen from a distance. I didn't even pretend not to check him out.

“Is it broken?” He asked, looking at my hand with the keys. 

I laughed, “Oh, no, I was just…” I didn't want to freak him out, so I slowly stopped explaining what distracted me. “Which key is it?”

He looked at the keys, then pulled out the key I just used.

“I just tried that one,” I laughed. 

“Oh, duh,” he shook his head, flipping to another key that looked just like it, “this one is mine.” His smile disappeared. 

I unlocked the door, opening it quietly in case he had a roommate home, but he pushed past me and turned on a lamp. He had a single. It's small and smells a bit like the pool, but still better than sharing.

I pulled the keys from the lock, “that other key is a dorm key, too, isn't it?”

He turned to me, grabbing the button of his jeans and pulling it open, “Oh, that is the key to my ex-girlfriend’s dorm.” He pushed his jeans down, and his white, low-rise CK briefs were now the only thing he was still wearing. “It’s so warm. They haven’t turned off the heat yet, and it’s so warm outside,” he pushed his jeans around his ankles. I can see his soft cock flopping around as he struggles to get the pants off his ankles, and he starts to fall over, aiming for the bed. Laughing, he flails his legs, hoping to free himself of the jeans, but to no avail.

I shook my head and smiled; taking a step forward, I grabbed his calves tightly, making sure to enjoy the feeling of his muscular legs as I pushed them up in the same way I would if I were fucking him. Taking a step closer to the bed, so my knees grazed the side of the mattress as I held him. Looking him in the eye as he smiled up at me. I hooked a finger under the elastic ankle of his sock, pulling it off his left foot, then doing the same to the right. He stretched his toes and wiggled them like I broke them from prison. I slowly but firmly yanked at the leg of his jeans, freeing his right leg and then his left leg. I made no effort to look away from his sexy body. His legs only had a light dusting of hair; his torso was shaved clean. 

I tilted my head as I examined his legs, still holding them in my hands, spreading them into a wide V, imagining how hot he would be if that last vestige of clothing was removed. I’ve glanced at him in the locker room several times, but none were long enough to notice all the details of his sexy body.

When my eyes made their way up to his cute face, his button nose was scrunched up, and he looked confused. I took a deliberately deep breath and made a point of sounding a bit disappointed as I let the air out.

“What? What are you looking at?” He chuckled.

“I was just admiring your body, Mason,” I said quickly and in a bit of a bedroom voice. Again, not hiding the fact that I’m incredibly turned on by him. I could feel my dick getting hard in my pants. Glad I was wearing tight underwear so it wasn’t obvious and intimidating to him. I have a solid 7” uncut, on the thicker side. “You swim, right? I mean, you’re on the swim team?”

“Yeah,” his smile had faded, but not into a frown, but more of a confused face. “Are you…Are you on the polo team?”

I chuckled, “No, nothing like that. I like to stay in shape; I hit the gym a few times a week.” I dropped his legs to the bed and quickly pulled off my shirt to show him my defined torso, “It takes a lot of work to stay this sexy,” I winked at him, flexing my muscles.

His eyes traveled up and down my body. He was impressed but still confused as to what was happening here. If I’m honest, I don’t know either. I’m just going with it. I’m incredibly horny, and he’s so sexy; I want to push this and see where it goes.

He pushed himself up on his elbows, legs still spread because I leaned against the bed, and he couldn’t close them in this position. His heels sat on the edge, and he waved his legs up and down the same way I would wave my knees back and forth under the desk in grade school when I got an erection in class and needed it to go away. I looked between his legs, and sure enough, his once floppy dick was looking a little more plump in his underwear.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you in the locker room once or twice,” I said, staring down into his eyes. He was still scanning my body, struggling to maintain eye contact. I’ve seen this look on guys before, battling their horniness, their balls telling them to see where this goes, that voice in the back of their head trying to remind them they like girls, another voice telling them to “just try it out.”

I put my hands on his knees, stopping them from flailing. Then I leaned in a little more, letting my hands slide down his thighs, massaging them as I did, then back up, then all the way down until my thumbs rubbed the elastic leg holes of his briefs, brushing against the fabric of his pouch so slightly he might have missed it if his brain wasn’t recording every little detail. I could see his chest rising and falling a little quicker, feeling his pulse in his groin as I massaged him. “You shave your legs?” I asked as if that was the reason I was touching him so intimately, with a hint of fascination in my voice and a confusing curiosity as I kept rubbing up and down, then rubbing his groin ever so slightly with my thumbs.

His voice cracked, “Yeah…umm, yeah, for swimming, it helps…”

I licked my lips and tilted my head to the other side, watching my thumbs sneak into the leg holes and rub skin still hidden from my eyes. Skin he hadn’t intended to share with me, certainly not with another guy, but how his breath catches as I do lets me know his balls are winning the battle in his head. I look into his eyes which are fixed on his crotch, watching my hands as I deliberately don’t push in far enough to ‘accidentally’ touch his fully erect cock that’s now straining against the cotton fabric. A wet spot is forming where the head is pushing hard to escape.

I pull my hands back up to his knees, then I throw caution out the window and slowly move all the way down his thighs, up his hips to the waistband of his briefs, hook my fingers in quickly, and start to pull. “Are you completely shaved?” I asked as though my curiosity about him shaving was my only interest, and he instinctively lifted his ass as I pulled the underwear down his thighs to his knees; his stiff cock got stuck in the waistband and smacked his stomach as it broke free, the sound nearly echoed through the silence of the room. He let out a sigh of relief now that his cock was free.

“Yeah,” he nodded quickly. His eyes darted from my face to his shaved cock, to my hands, to the underwear snagged at his knees, back to my eyes, and back down to his dick. His breathing changed again; I could tell he was debating if he should stop this or see where it goes. I pulled the underwear the rest of the way off, lifting his right leg up a little to get his foot off the bed and the underwear off, leaving the brief dangling off the left ankle. He let out a quiet sigh as his legs relaxed.

I let my hands travel up his calves again, spreading his legs like a butterfly as I pushed down, and my hands continued to massage his thighs until my thumbs hooked under his balls and massaged his taint. He let out another huff of air, a huff of enjoyment, a huff I was hoping I could turn into a moan.

“Mmmfff, what are you doing?” He asked quietly, his eyes unblinking but half-lidded as he tried to focus on my face.

“I’m not sure,” I lied. “Do you want me to stop?”

He just shook his head ‘no’. His cock bounced as he flexed his muscles when my thumbs brushed his clean-shaven balls again. This time I let them push deeper down into his crack and spread his ass cheeks enough to graze over his hole. This almost got me a moan, but he was trying his best not to let me know he was enjoying it.

I let my left thumb continue to massage his down-under, bringing my right hand up, and very purposefully grabbed his now fully hard, thick 5-inch cut cock, giving it a firm stroke as I adjusted my grip to the gentle curve of his manhood. He breathed in sharp as I did, his eyes slammed shut and he licked his lips. I gave him another stroke, squeezing him tight, and a pearl of precum formed on his tip.

It was now or never; I wanted my moan from him. I dropped quickly to my knees and licked the head of his cock.

“Mmmm,” he let out a very faint moan.

Yes, this was where he’d either start to come undone, or he’d kick me out. I licked the head again, smearing it on my lips like a chapstick from the gods. I licked all the way down to his balls, feeling all the ridges and veins as he squirmed. I got him nice and wet and then fully engulfed him.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, and his abs crunched, his torso popping off the bed a little as he squirmed. “Oh, wow, that feels so good,” he ran his hands over his face in disbelief. I sucked him into my mouth, using all the tricks I’ve picked up over the years to prove that guys really do give better head than girls.

He squirmed more as I popped him into my throat a little; my gag reflex has been beaten into submission at this point, so I’m able to go right for it. Looking up his body so I can see when he really enjoys something I’ve done, I see his hands have made a nearly invisible snow angle in his bed sheets, landing near his hips and gripping the sheets in his fists as his right leg made its way onto my left shoulder. The toes curled as I continued to bob up and down, trying to get him close to blowing his sweet load but not letting him.

Without skipping a beat, I brought my right hand down to my pants, unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed my underwear down below my balls, freeing my hard cock. I pulled off his cock for a second and let a heavy string of saliva drop to my right hand so I could lube my dick and stroke myself while I gave him the best oral sex of his life.

I could taste his precum as more and more of it oozed out of his tip onto my tongue. It tasted surprisingly sweet for a guy who had been drinking. I loved it, but I could tell he was getting really close to blowing his load, so I pulled him from my mouth and gently stroked him with my left hand, my right still stroking my cock. I licked his balls, and he went wild. I forget that girls don’t often do this, and it makes the boys go wild when I do. I sucked one of his nuts into my mouth, and he groaned, again lurching a bit off the bed, but he didn’t push me off, just flopped back down because he didn’t want it to stop.

When I sucked too hard on his right nut, he nearly screamed, and his hand grabbed a fist full of my hair, almost yanking me off. Letting me know where his boundaries are, and I liked this masculine side of him as he squirmed naked under me. I took the hint and let up, but now I only wanted to push more of his boundaries.

I pushed his knees up, and his cute little bubble butt rolled into view. I spread his legs, getting the view I knew I would love. His balls dangled and glistened from my saliva, his hard cock oozing precum onto his abs. I licked my lips as his tiny little pink pucker came into view. 

Looking into his eyes, he looked nervous for the first time since this all started. I smiled at him and then dropped my head down, taking a risk with a straight boy, but it paid off. He smelled a bit like chlorine, and I licked from the back of his ass crack to his balls, his hole tightening as the tip of my tongue quickly went over it.

“Mmm, oh my God,” his head slammed back down onto the mattress.

I took my time, licking, munching, and probing his hole with my mouth. I didn’t think I could get it to go this far, but I’ve never eaten a guy out and not been able to push him to go all the way, and the way he was coming apart from my rim job, I knew he was too horny to stop. I ate his ass like it was my last meal, and after a few minutes, he started holding his own legs up so I could get my tongue deeper into his incredibly tight hole. Once I had him so horny his pucker allowed my tongue to push in, I knew I had him.

He moaned and groaned, hissed, and wriggled under me as I tongue fucked his hole. He even started rocking his ass on my tongue to get even more of me inside him. That was my cue to take it to the next step.

I pulled my mouth off his ass and started stroking his rock-hard and dripping cock. Looking around, I knew a straight boy that has a single dorm must jerk off until he goes blind, and when he’s in the pool as much as this one, he must need lotion to keep his skin so soft. Sure enough, a bottle of lotion was in reaching distance on the floor next to the foot of the bed, by a sock that looked a little too stiff to be clean. I squirted some onto my cock and slicked myself up, then I added a generous amount to my right hand and slicked up his crack.

He quickly noticed the wetness and that I was now trying to gently push the lotion and a finger into his hole instead of my tongue and groaned. “Fuck, Luc, what are you doing,” he winced at the intrusion as I pushed all the way to the second knuckle.

Instead of answering, I put his cock back in my mouth and proceeded to the art of prepping his hole. Using my mouth to distract him from the discomfort until the discomfort turns into pleasure, and then add more lotion from his crack as a second finger scoops it up, and now two fingers are stretching his hole. My mouth pulls him back to the brink of an orgasm, so he doesn’t even think to stop me and puts up with the stretching until it, too, becomes pleasure. I stretch my two fingers the best I can, making sure he’s well-lubed and adjusting to get more pleasure from my digits.

Once he stopped groaning from my fingers stretching him, I gently pull my them from his pulsing hole and squirted more lube onto my cock, adding a little more to his hole and pulled my mouth off his cock as I stood and started rubbing my aching cock up and down his crack. When he realizes that’s not my fingers, he sits up on his elbows again.

“What are you doing?” his baby face looks up at me with a plead to continue giving him pleasure.

“Your hole is so tight on my fingers, I want to feel it,” I said, using my left hand to push his one leg further up, and I tucked a pillow under his ass so I had a better angle.

“You…what?” he scrunched up his face.

I smiled, letting the pool of precum from inside my foreskin slick up his hole with that man-lube he’d never experienced before. The more I smear on his pucker, the more he’s enjoying feeling my head teasing it. I add some pressure, and he groans, his hole not yet giving way to my head. I add a significant amount more pressure, and I feel his ring pop open, and it sucks my tip in.

“Ahhh….fuck, that hurts, fuck,” he groans and reaches out to push me away.

I hold my head in his hole. It’s trying to close around my cock, but with a gentle, very subtle force from my hips, it has no choice but to accommodate my girth and let me push a little deeper into him. The warm, velvet skin gripped me so tight there was no doubt he’d never tried this before.

“Fuck, Luca, we can’t do this; I’m…ungh…I’m not gay,” he groans, trying to clench his hole shut, but it only adds to my pleasure.

“It’s ok, you don’t need to be, just let me in. I want to feel your tight, beautiful hole on my dick,” I lean on his leg to rock him further up and get a better angle to push my dick into the root. I don’t force it; I just let his initial resistance secede, and his hole loosened enough for me to push another inch into him. My foreskin pulls back as I get in, my precum adding more lube to his hole.

He groans some more, “Ah. I don’t think we should; it’s too much.” He shakes his head, his cute little face scrunched up, and his hand held on my obliques as though he were the one in control here.

“You’re ok, Mason. I just want to get all the way in; then I’ll pull out. I just want to see what it feels like,” I said, then rocked my hips gently but firm enough to push another of my thick inches into him.

“Ahh, I think I’m gonna pee,” he groaned.

I smiled, rubbed his legs down to his hips, “That’s your prostate,” I flexed my cock on it.

“Ungh…fuck,” he didn’t know if he should moan in pleasure or pain.

His body looked so hot under me; I am loving how tight his hole is on my cock. I grab his legs by the ankles, spreading them in a wide V so I can see his hole sucking on my dick. “Mmm, so beautiful, so tight,” I whisper. Pulling out an inch, then pushing in two inches, feeling him relax as I pull out and then tense as I push back in. “Just relax, Mason. It will feel so good if you relax. Better than when my tongue was fucking you,” I told him and rocked my hips again, a little more force this time, and I almost bottomed out.

“Ungh, Jesus, fuck, ungh,” he groaned, feeling the thicker root of my cock stretching him out.

“That’s it; you’re taking my whole cock, man,” I reveled in the pleasure of a tight virgin hole. Pulling half out and pushing in until my pubes were flat against his clean-shaven ass. “Mmm, fuck, so good, Mason,” I let my head fall back as I closed my eyes and let my dick memorize his hole. Rocking my hips, again and again, to get another groan out of my swimmer twink.

“Ahh, fuck, ok,” he hissed. “Is that all of it?” He groaned as I bottomed out with enough force to make his bead squeak.

“Mmm, yeah,” I twitched my cock inside him, knowing another drop of precum just leaked into his hole.

He felt it, too, a slight moan as it rippled over his prostate. “Ok, now…fuck, now you’re pulling out, right?” His voice was weak as his hole was starting to change into a pleasure zone in real time for him, and to his surprise. “Ungh, fuck,” he grunted as I thrust into him again.

“I can if you want to, but, fuck, Mason, your hole feels so good…I don’t want to stop,” I told him.

“Mmm, it does feel good,” he admitted.

“So good,” I thrust into him, “just let me fuck you,” I moaned as I bottomed out.

“Ungh, fuck me…you can’t fuck me,” he groaned, realizing what this really was.

I chuckled, kissed his shin on my shoulder, “I’m already fucking you,” I punctuated it with a hard clap of my hips into his ass, which was putting up less and less resistance with each gentle thrust.

“Ungh. fuck, I mean, ungh, shouldn’t, ungh, shouldn’t you wear a condom or something?” He reached down and started stroking his cock. The war in his brain was over; his balls had won.

I kept building my rhythm, “It feels so good like this; I don’t want to stop,” I pushed him as I pushed my cock in even deeper. The feeling of his raw hole gripping my cock as I did felt so fucking good.

“Mmm, fuck, ok, yeah, fuck me, just…just don’t cum in me, ok?”

I felt that switch flip inside him where the initial sting of getting fucked had gone entirely, and now it’s only the fantastic pleasure of having your guts rearranged by another man's cock. 

“Mmm, fuck, that feels good,” he moaned, his legs dropping down around my hips as he loosened up and let me really fuck him. I gripped my hands onto his hips and watched all the muscles in his tight body flex as he stroked his dick in sync with my fucking of his no longer virgin hole.

The dimples on his cheeks were back as the uncontrollable smile washed over him as the head of my cock pounded his prostate and brought him closer to orgasm with each thrust.

“Oh God, that feels…ungh, so good,” he moaned.

His hole flexes and pulses on my cock; the little spasms are all I need to get close. I try my best to hold out, I want him to have the best orgasm of his life, but my cock is already swelling. I push my thumbs into his taint, just below his balls, as he strokes himself, and his ass clamps tighter on my cock.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” he moans. His legs spread even wider out into the air; his toes curled as his fist pounds his dick so fast I can barely see it. 

“Me too,” I grunt and thrust a few hard thrusts into him.

Then he lets out the moan I’d been waiting for all night, the deep guttural moan that lets me know I’ve pushed him over the edge. “Unnnngh…I’m cumming, fuck, I’m cumming,” he clamps down on my invading cock. I thrust hard into him, not letting him push me out and fuck him through his orgasm. Watching all of his muscles tighten as he shudders, and the first wad of cum shoots out of his cock with a grunt from him, and it hits his neck. “Oh shit,” he grunts as I thrust harder into him. “I’m cumming,” he mumbles as the next shot fires out of his dick. 

It’s how tight his ass gets on my cock that pushes me over the edge, though, and I can’t hold back. “Me too,” I grunt and slam through his tightening ring and fire my first wad of cum deep into his guts. “Ungh, fuck,” I grunt as my balls spasm, and I shoot the second and third blasts right into the pool deep inside him. I slide most of the way out, coating his insides, and then slowly push through his spasming hole, the velvet skin coated in my warm cum as I slide easily into him now and I plant myself deep inside him as the last of my balls unload deep into his guts.

His fist slows on his cock as his body twitches, and the last of his cum dribbles out over his fist onto his shaved skin and pools just above his cock. “Fuck, that felt good,” he huffs and twitches again.

I smiled down at him and slowly pulled out of him, not wanting to hurt him and ruin it for the next guy that wants to fuck him. I feel his hole close as tight as it can as my head finally pops out with a little of my cum.

“Jesus, you’re so tight,” I grin, shaking my head playfully.

He huffs, out of breath and still coming down from his orgasm. “Are you…did you…are you gonna cum?”

I massaged his upper thighs and looked down at my deflating cock, shaking my head with a smile, “Man, you clamped down so tight on my cock while you were shooting your load…I couldn’t pull out. I didn’t have a choice…”

His face scrunched up, and his hand went down to his crack, a finger dipping into his crevice, “did you cum in me?”

“Yeah,” I grinned, having seen this look on a few guys before.

“But…you, I thought you would pull out?”

I shrugged, “I was going to, but you held me too tight, I couldn’t pull out…and you pushed me over the edge with how tight your ass is.” He looked shocked, like it was beyond his understanding what had just happened. I shook my head, “You just felt so good, Mason; you pushed me over the edge.”

I could see the wheels turning in his head; the dopamine rushing through his body from his intense orgasm was clouding his mind. “You don’t have anything…do you?”

“Of course not, do you?”

He shook his head quickly, “No, I don’t…I’ve never…”

I cut him off. “Good,” I let out a performative sigh of relief. "Thank God. That was too good,” I leaned over him. “Can I kiss you?”

He looked at me more scared than when I pushed the tip into him, but I could tell he was still processing it all. “I guess.”

I leaned in deeper, letting my flaccid, cum covered cock rub against his fucked out hole as my lips gently kissed his. Holding the kiss long enough that he could drink it in but not pushing it beyond a closed-mouth kiss so his post-nut clarity didn’t make him freak out. I pulled back, drinking in the sight of this fucked swimmer and his completely relaxed body. Covered in his own cum, knowing mine is still warming his insides, I shook my head, “You’re so hot, man.” I smiled at him as I pulled up my pants and underwear from around my ankles and put away my spent dick.

He didn’t say anything; he just watched me get dressed as he lay there with cum running down his neck and pooling in the lines of his muscles and crotch. I wanted so bad to taste it, but I know that would’ve been too much for him at this point. I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, “I need to go to my dorm.”

He nodded, still processing.

“I’ll see you around?” I said and smiled, soaking up one last look at my latest conquest before I ducked out to leave him to process and pass out.

When I got back to my dorm I quietly got into bed and jerked out another load with my roommate sleeping five feet away. I used my t-shirt to clean up and then passed out shortly after, feeling completely relaxed.