You Can't Stay Here
By Master Terra D
Austin Conners was more than a little pissed.
The Big Man on Campus, the star quarterback of the University of Stave's Fighting Grizzlies, the man who had a girl on each arm and leg every time he went out, was headed to the airport five hours ago when an attorney-hired delivery service pulled him over and delivered the news.
His parents were in the middle of a very messy divorce. So far, Austin had been unscathed, but this hit him right in the face.
His parents had agreed to sell the family estate, so Austin couldn't go home for Christmas break. He also couldn't go stay with either of them because they were vacationing separately abroad, and he'd never get a ticket. And what??? They'd frozen his trust account? What the hell? And they'd cancelled his ticket so he couldn't try to go home.
So he'd returned to the college campus and his upperclassman dorm, only to be told "you can't stay here. We're locking down the campus at midnight. You have to be gone by then."
Austin called everyone, but everyone had already left, most of them when he had. They were either home or almost there.
He might have enough to get a room for one night, but it's a 3-week break!
The hunky, matinee-idol looking swarthy, square-jawed, brown-haired stud was just beyond pissed.
"Dammit!" he screamed in the empty dorm. Only it wasn't.
"Austin, what's wrong?" a voice asked. It belonged to Gavin Trudell, the school's top English tutor. Gavin was about 4 inches shorter than Austin, dark, black hair on a didn't-go-to-the-gym-enough body. Austin was always trying to get Gavin to the gym after a tutor session. "Guys gotta build the body and mind," he tell Gavin. "What are you still doing here?" Gavin asked.
"What are you doing here? This is the upperclassman dorm," Austin shot back, a little meaner than he should have.
"I live here? Over-populated freshmen dorm?" Gavin reminded Austin. As a freshman, Gavin had to live on the first floor of the 6-story complex. Even though Austin was rich, he'd taken a regular dorm room with a roommate since he was on a full-ride, even in his senior year.
"Sorry. But what are you doing on the 5th floor?"
"Final rounds before shutting the dorm down," Gavin replied. He'd taken a "caretaker" position in the dorm to help offset college expenses. "Just the next floor to go. I wasn't actually expecting to find you here. Place is supposed to be empty."
"Remember my parents are going through a divorce?" Austin answered. He handed Gavin the paperwork he'd been handed. "I'm homeless for the holidays."
"Wow. I thought you're parents liked you! This is shit, bro!" Gavin exclaimed.
"I know!"
"Ugh, let me check the last floor," Gavin said, handing back the paperwork. "I'll be right back."
Ten minutes later, Gavin was back. Austin was still sitting and stewing. He'd even called coaches and professors, but no one could help him.
"You are still packed, right?" Gavin asked, "'cause you can't stay here."
"Yes and I know."
"Come home with me. My Aunt Marian flew my parents out east to her estate for the next month, so I have the farm all to myself. We have internet and satellite," Gavin said.
"Ummm...."
"Seriously? You're worried about being alone with me?" Gavin was gay. He wasn't on fire, but he wasn't "butch" either. He was out and he didn't care. College was a great fit for him, and...
"I didn't mean it like that, bro. I don't care that you're gay. I just don't want impose. Other than you being my tutor, we barely know each other."
"You like video games?"
"Yeah!"
"You like porn?"
"Yeah!"
"Grab your suitcase and come with me. I want to lock this place up and leave!"
An hour and 15 minutes later, Gavin pulled up to the old farm house, a 2-story old farm house that looked like a mansion, but a wooden mansion.
"Nice house, bro," Austin said, grabbing his suitcase from the backseat. "You live an hour from campus. Why are you living on campus?"
"Don't want to commute 2 hours a day? Want to be away from my slightly homophobic mother? I should be living in a city 'cause farm life ain't my thing?"
"Fair enough."
"It's starting to snow; let's get inside."
Gavin showed Austin to one of the guest rooms, with a king-sized bed with 2 quilts on top. All of the furniture was original to the 100+-year-old farm house. Austin was impressed.
"Settle in and I'm going to start supper."
"It's midnight..."
"So? I'm guessing you didn't eat anything when you got back from the airport," Gavin said, "and I'm a nightowl. We'll have supper, play games, then hit the sheets."
"Okay."
and Gavin headed downstairs.
Fifteen minutes later, Austin was striding downstairs, letting him nose lead him to the kitchen.
"Breakfast for supper, Austin!" Gavin shouted, hearing the athlete plod about. "Grab a seat at the table."
Austin did, then jumped out of it when Gavin walked in carrying eggs, bacon, toast, sausage, and a heaping bowl of fried potatoes. Naked.
"Dude! Clothes!" Austin shouted, covering his eyes.
"What? I'm a nudist, remember?" Gavin tried prodding Austin's memory. They'd chatted the entire drive home, and Gavin was sure he mentioned that.
"Yeah, but I'm here."
"Sit down. It's not like you're going to jump me, right?"
"ugh..."
"Exactly. Sit down and eat."
"Can you at least wear an apron or towel? Or even a jock strap?"
"Ah you want to see my ass," Gavin teased.
Austin gave up and grabbed the potatoes while Gavin disappeared, reappearing wearing an apron that had a bodybuilder on the front.
"Better? More like what you're used to seeing?"
"If you'd go to the gym more..."
"I do go to the gym, just not to work out," Gavin winked.
"Potatoes are great!" Austin changed the subject. "I mean, wow. Everythig is."
"Trudell family recipes. We get invited to anything if we're bringing food. That sausage is all off the farm here," Gavin bragged. "Eggs out of the hen house. Potatoes out of the garden."
"Nice!"
"So why is me being naked an issue? You're around naked guys all the time in the lockerroom."
"But we're naked for a reason. We're showering," Austin said, shoving a fork-full of eggs in his mouth. "We don't care that we're naked. We're not checking each other out."
"Were you checking me out?"
"No, dude. Don't make it awkward."
"Not meaning to. Just trying to figure out why jocks have a problem with non-jocks being naked," Gavin said, spreading some strawberry jam across some toast. "You should try the jam. Homemade!"
"Did you run around the house naked in high school?" Austin asked, grabbing the jam.
"Yes! Not when my parents are home, but all the time when friends would come over!"
"Straight friends, gay friends, just not female friends. Learned that the hard way," Gavin said, tearing into the toast with his teeth.
"How so?"
"She jumped me," Gavin said. "Would have raped me if she could have, but no woman can get me hard!"
"Ha ha! Oh man, someone thinks they're special!"
"Seriously, bro. You should see the cock," Gavin whispered, drawing Austin in. "I'm the hung nerd. She told everyone who would listen. I got hit on for months! Even some of the dads and staff."
"This isn't exactly a city," Austin started. "Didn't you have problems being gay?"
"Not that I ever let be a problem. The school bully decided I'd be prime fodder until I told him how tight his dad's ass was," Gavin said calmly, pouring some orange juice.
"Damn! Wait. You were kidding, right?"
"Want to see the pictures?" Gavin asked, reaching for his phone.
"No."
"Bully didn't either, but I showed him anyway. And that took care of any problems I had. Except for their divorce I had to testify at. At least I was 18!"
The two college men kept chatting until the table was clear and they started Baldur's Gate, but it was now 3 a.m. and both were tired, and decided to head to bed.
Austin headed to his room and Gavin started the laundry, knowing his mother wouldn't want any stains on the apron.
Gavin was snuggled up in his room for about an hour, asleep, when a hand rocked his shoulder.
"You awake, bro?" Austin asked.
"Wha?" Gavin was in a haze.
"You awake? My bedroom is freezing."
Still in a haze, Gavin replied, "just crawl under the covers."
"Your covers?"
"Under covers."
pause
"What?"
Gavin woke up.
"What are you doing in my room, bro?"
"Mine's cold."
"Open the dampers."
pause
"Okay, I'll show you."
Gavin got out of bed, naked, and started toward the guest bedroom.
"Can you cover up?"
"Nope! I want to go back to bed. Come on!"
In the guest bedroom, Gavin got on his hands and knees and opened the two floor vents. When he got up and turned around, Austin didn't move his eyes fast enough.
"Are you staring at my ass?" Gavin asked, then noticed Austin was naked. "Why are you naked?"
"I sleep naked!" Austin shouted without intending to. "Sorry." Then he saw Gavin's schlong. "OH MY GOD! You have a horse dick!"
"Yeah, we covered this earlier."
"It's a FUCKING HORSE COCK!"
"Oh, this is stupid. Go to bed, Austin."
"It's HUGE!"
"I'm aware. Just go to bed. Stop looking at my cock."
Austin couldn't avert his eyes. No one on the team even came close, and the one teammate would brag about his 10-inch cock.
Austin was staring at a limp 12.5-inch cut, kind-of-thick dick, with trimmed pubes. He'd been staring at Gavin's bubblebutt with a slightly hair asscrack, and now the front was there, holding his gaze.
"You should do porn!"
"I have a very successful OnlyDudes page," Gavin started to explain when he noticed Austin was hard. It was a very nice cock, probably 6 or 7 inches. "Go to bed, Austin. I didn't bring you home to fuck you."
"Why not? Wait, no. Oh my God! Why am I hard?!?! Why aren't you hard!"
"What?"
"I know I'm hot. You're the gay one. You should be hard, not me." Austin was talking in that panicked mile-a-minute pace of horny confusion.
"Narcissist much?"
"I'm going to pretend that's a compliment."
"It's not. Just go pee or go to bed."
"You're not interested in this?" Austin's pride took over.
"You're embarassing yourself, Austin. And you might be sleep walking? You might have missed the part where I'm a top, so 'this'," he said, indicating Austin's front, "is not exactly my thing."
"You're thing is HUGE," Austin said in an almost drunk whisper.
"I'm going to bed, Austin. Night." Gavin left the slowly warming room. It wasn't until he was back in his room that he noticed Austin following.
"What's it like to suck dick?"
"Austin! It's, oh crap, 4 a.m. I want to sleep."
"Can I suck it?"
Gavin wasn't expecting the question. The hottest man in 100 miles just asked to suck his cock, even thought Gavin was sure they were both in some sort of sleep-haze awakedness. Gavin loved Austin's body, but presumed he was straight and this would be a sex-less winter break. But now....
"You sure you want to try that? Have you ever even touched a guy's junk, bro?"
"Best to experiment now and have no regrets?"
"That's not how that works...." Gavin's voice trailed off. He wasn't joking about the OnlyDudes page. If guys wanted his cock, they had to consent to video. "IF you want to try it, can I video so you can see how hot you look with this massive member in your mandibles?"
"I guess."
"No guessing. Either I can or can't."
"Sure. Bet I look even hotter with that thing in my mouth."
"Every man does," Gavin thought. Aloud he said, "not to break the mood, but you'll need to sign paperwork."
"Bro! Looks like my dick isn't saggin' any time soon."
Gavin grabbed the paperwork from his nightstand and a pen, and in a few minutes, a couple of stationary cameras were running and Gavin's phone was in video.
"Get on your knees and look at me," Gavin instructed. "This your first time sucking dick?"
"Yeah! This is hot, bro! Now what?" Austin sounded eager. Gavin's fans were going to crème themselves multiple time on the first watch through.
"Stick out your tongue, and tell me what you want, Austin."
"I wanna suck your horse cock, bro!"
With that, Gavin slapped the fat hog on the eager jock's tongue, and said, "Take it slow..." but before he could finish, Austin tried to immediately deepthroat it, and gagged. Hard. Gavin loved gaggers. "Keep looking at me, jock stud. I warned you not to..." and Austin deep dived again. And gagged again. Over and over! Gavin figured Austin liked it; Gavin knew he liked it! But after about 10 minutes, Gavin wanted to feel it down Austin's throat.
"Look at me. Control your gag reflex. Let me slip it down nice and slow. A jock like you can control, right?"
And slowly, Gavin started sliding down. "Just breath through your nose and relaz that throat. It feels soooo good, bro. That's it. Open. Those tears of joy are making me feel special."
Austin slightly gagged once, but Gavin kept it in and kept going down until Austin felt smooth, shaved balls on his chin.
"You like that cock stretching your jock throat," Gavin stated. "You're a natural, bro. This is going to be a great winter break!
"Ready?"
Austin started to panic, but Gavin was surprisingly strong with his left arm, which was holding Austin's head in place as Gavin started to unload in the jock's throat.
Austin felt each pulse of Gavin's penis as it unloaded strand after strand of sticky-sweet cum into the jock's throat. Gavin's phone caught Austin's eyes rolling into the back of his head as the jock, too, was cumming, all over Gavin's feet.
Austin was nearly passed out as Gavin finally pulled his horse-cock from the senior athlete's throat.
"You got cum on my feet. Clean that up," Gavin ordered.
Austin in his sexual haze lapped up the cum as a cat would cream.
"Get in bed. I want to spoon."
Austin did, and Gavin nestled his still-hard cock into the jock crack. The smooth ass felt good against his trimmed pubes. He nuzzled Austin's neck, gently biting and licking, shutting off the video, and sending it to a couple of friends with a message.
Then the pair drifted off to sleep as the snow continued to fall.
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