Lonely no more – Part 2
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A few days after accepting Blake's friend request, I was yet to hear from him or see him around campus.
I made a point of it to hang out at all the familiar spots where most students hang out but alas. He was nowhere to be seen. I however made the best of the situation. I went through his profile to see who Blake, the person, truly is. He was really into the art scene. That much I could tell from all the places he checked into and the posts that he uploaded. Of course, I went through his profile pictures as well. I was literally hard looking at some of them and others made my heart jump out of my chest. He was truly a very handsome guy. Not the handsome you see in movies, but an actual work of art. HE wasn't a gym buff from what I could tell but he kept a very neat appearance and each photo smiling at me made me wish that I would get to see that face waking up next to me someday.
Work was the one place I was hoping to see him if not on campus. I would work an extra shift or two during the times where most students come in to eat away the hangover and to hydrate and I would look up every time the door of the diner swung open. I was slowly starting to lose hope of ever seeing Blake again.
"So what you are telling me is that Mister Perfect, whom I am yet to see by the way, just vanished into thin air?" Jesse asked as we were walking to our usual resting spot between classes.
Jesse was kind of the only friend I had. We met first year orientation when we were told to pick a partner to practise some trust exercise with. I knew that we were meant to be the second I saw her standing back awkwardly in the corner waiting for people to take their pick while I was awkwardly hiding in the opposite corner doing the same. When we made eye contact, we just knew that two wallflowers belong together. I approached her as she started smiling awkwardly, playing with a strand of her extremely beach blonde hair and staring at me over the top of her glasses.
"Sadly so," I said and planted myself on a patch of grass underneath our tree.
She sat down next to me.
"You have to learn to put yourself out there Matt," she said.
I looked at her and we both laughed.
"You are a fine one to talk. When last did you go on a date?"
She looked down. "I date."
I scoffed. "When? When I'm asleep?"
She sighed. "It's different with straight guys, Matt. They only go for the pretty model types. Look at me."
"I am looking at you Jess. You are pretty as fuck. Sure you might be kinda quiet, but it's usually the quiet ones that are total freaks in the bedroom," I joked.
She punched me playfully in the arm. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer to me.
"Seriously Jess, you are pretty. And it will take a very special guy to come past me before he can get to you."
"Come past you or in you?" she asked and laughed as I pushed her aside playfully.
"Matt, didn't you say this guy added you on social media?" she asked. She pushed the tip of her glasses higher on her nose. Now she is serious.
"Yeah, and?"
"Well, just send him an IM."
I sighed. "I can't..."
"Why not Matt?"
"Because what if he rejects me. Or worse. What if he isn't gay at all?"
"Then why reach out to you in the first place?" she asked.
"I dunno, maybe he was just being polite by making small talk." I looked down at my hands fiddling with each other in front of me.
"Seriously? I don't know about you Matt, but a guy doesn't make small talk asking you questions about yourself or making it his personal mission to find out what your name is. And not to mention the fact that he actually looked you up on social media."
Jesse was right. As hard as it was to admit that. Hearing her saying it out loud gave me back some hope.
After class, I made my way back to my dorm room. I sat in front of the computer and fired it up. His profile was still open on the screen from my previous jerk off session. I clicked on the IM link and started typing.
`HI BLAKE...'was all I could think of. I pressed send. Within a few seconds, my computer beeped.
`TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH' was the response.
My heart started beating very fast. I couldn't think of a response. Fuck, is this how it is going to be when I am around him? Me having a loss for words every time he opens his mouth?
`WANNA MEET UP FOR DRINKS?' My computer beeped again.
I felt my dick starting to get hard again. Easy Matt, he is just asking you for drinks. It doesn't mean anything, I tried to reassure myself.
`SURE. JUST NAME THE PLACE.' I breathed out loud and leaned back as I hit send. It seemed like an appropriate response to his question.
BEEP.
I sat upright in my chair.
`I COULD BRING OVER A FEW BEERS AND WE CAN HANG AT YOUR PLACE IF YOU WON'T MIND. MINE IS KIND OF A MESS.'
Oh fuck.
How am I going to be alone with this guy and not loose myself?
I breathed and wiped my face with my hands as I leaned back in my chair.
`SEE YOU IN A FEW' was my response.
I jumped up and looked around the room. There was nothing really out of place apart from a few pages of notes and some textbooks lying around. I picked up a few articles of clothing and a cum stained shirt from a few nights ago and stashed it into my clothing hamper.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I heard a knock on the door. I jumped up and walked over to the door. My hands were shaking as I opened.
"Hey Matthew," he said in the doorway, smiling.
"Blake," I said and nodded, trying to be awkwardly cool. I stepped aside and indicated for him to come in. I closed the door and locked it out of habit.
"I always wondered what these dorms look like," he said checking everything out around him.
I was checking him out. He had on a tight white t-shirt and a pair of shorts that framed his ass perfectly. He had fucking perfect legs. And his feet were gorgeous.
I felt my dick get hard.
"Make yourself at home," I said as I sat down on the bed. It was the most comfortable place to sit. The rooms were not that big, but it had enough space to get around comfortably.
"Thanks," he said and sat down next to me. He took out two of the six beers and opened one before he handed it to me. Then the other. "Cheers," he said and lifted up his bottle. He took a big gulp and sighed a sigh of relief.
"Long day?" I asked and took a sip of mine.
He leaned back against the wall.
"Something like that," he said and took another sip. "Had to haul two of my art pieces around campus."
"I would like to see some of your work sometime," I said without thinking.
Blake looked at me and smiled. I looked down, feeling my face turn red.
"I would like to hear some of yours sometime if you won't mind." He said and swallowed the last of his beer.
I did the same. We sat in complete silence for a while.
"I was hoping that you would text me sooner," he said, breaking the silence.
"I didn't know what to say," I lied.
He leaned towards me with his lips next to my ears.
"I want to fuck you so badly," he whispered and sat back.
I was in shock. My mouth was literally hanging open. He laughed.
"I mean, that would have been an appropriate way to start a conversation with me," he said.
I felt a wet spot forming in the front of my sweatpants. He had a very big bulge in the front of his shorts.
"Fuck," was all I could get out before he leaned into me and planted his lips on mine.
It took me a while to realise that this god of a man was kissing me. I leaned into the kiss and moved my mouth to fit with his.
He put his hands around my neck, pulling me harder into the kiss as his tongue made a way into my mouth. I could taste the slight hint of beer on him which made my head spin even more.
"I am so hard for you right now," he said softly as he pulled away from the kiss. I pushed him back slowly as I got on top of him, kissing him hard. I felt his hard dick press against my covered ass as the passion between us grew stronger. I kissed him down his cheek and into his neck. I could smell his cologne with a slight hint of that manly scent coming through.
I pulled his shirt up slowly as I moved my mouth over his collarbone, planting soft kisses on him. I sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. I put my hand on his chest.
"Fuck," I said as I looked at his beautiful torso. His skin was a soft caramel colour and his two perfect nipples a dark brown.
"Kiss me," he said out of breath and pulled me down to his mouth.
We made out for a few minutes, swirling our tongues around in each other's mouths as I grinded my ass against his hardness. I moved my mouth down to his neck again, planting soft kisses down his neck to his collarbone and down to his nipples. I swirled my tongue around the left one and bit down softly as I closed my mouth around it.
"Fuck that feels good," he said squirming underneath me.
I took that as a good sign and did the same with the other one before I kissed my way down even further. I trailed my tongue down to his belly button and to the patch of hair just underneath that. I felt the heat radiating from his crotch as I kissed my way down, slowly pulling his pants down as I went along. He was wearing a white pair of briefs with a very big bulge and a very visible wet spot on it.
I put my mouth over the wet spot and started sucking the head of his dick through the material. I could taste the sweet taste of his precum.
"Take it out please," he begged as my tongue tortured him.
I pulled down his briefs and his hard dick sprang out. He wasn't massive, but it was the most beautiful uncut dick I have seen in my life. I took it in my hand and felt the blood pumping out the precum that leaked out of the slit.
I pushed his cock up and put my nose underneath his balls, inhaling deep. His crotch smelled so fucking good.
"Shit you smell so good," I said as I took one of his balls in my mouth. I heard him man loudly as I swirled it around in my mouth cleaning of the little bit of sweat that accumulated there during the course of the day. I was in love with his smell and his taste. I took the other one in my mouth, sucking it and giving it the same attention that I did with the first one.
"Shit, I can't take it anymore. Please suck my dick," he pleaded.
I smiled at the thought of this man, who was the cause of many of my orgasms over the past few nights, begging me to suck his dick.
I licked up the underside of the shaft till I got to the head of his dick. I pulled back the foreskin and saw his glistening head staring back at me. The precum was streaming out. I went down and took the head of his dick in my mouth.
"Oh my gawd," he breathed and I felt his hands on the back of my head.
I pushed my tongue into his foreskin and swirled my tongue around it, collecting every bit of precum. I swallowed it as I continued sucking his hard dick, taking more and more into my mouth every time he moans louder and louder. I felt his balls draw closer to his body and n=knew that he was about to cum. I took his dick deep into my mouth and heard him gasp for air.
"Holy shit, I am gonna cum," he warned. But I didn't pull of. I wanted him to plant his warm juice deep into my mouth.
I played with his balls as I started sucking him harder and harder into my mouth.
"Fuck," he screamed as he lifted himself slightly. Jet after jet of warm cum started coating the insides of my mouth. I swallowed and sucked harder, trying to milk every drop from him.
As his orgasm subsides, I let go of his dick and kept only the head in my mouth to catch the last of his cum.
He pulled me up and started kissing me, sharing his juices between us.
"Fuck," he said again out of breath.
He pushed me up and swung us around in one swift motion. As if he got a second wind. He leaned down and kissed me again. Hard. He let up.
"Now I am gonna fuck you," he said and leaned down with his lips next to my ears. "Hard!" he whispered.
To be continued...
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