Calvin
I somehow drove home with a raging hard-on after last night’sstudysession.
I can’t believe we did that. That he talked me into doing that? It’s completely unlike me to let go and do something so dangerous… but his cock… it was a thing of fucking beauty. I was still in awe of it. It seriously was the cock of a porn star. One of those massive monsters that you couldn’t take your eyes off of, and you wanted it to do anything and everything to you. Mason’s body was already a fucking wonderland, and I had explored it often during our make-out sessions over the last couple of nights, but last night was…
Fuck.
God, I hope the library didn’t have cameras. Did Mason even think about that? I didn’t, I was too lust-filled to even comprehend what the consequences of his cock in my hand might mean. Holy shit… We could get kicked out of college. He would be kicked off the team. My parents would fucking die!
There weren’t any cameras… I hoped. Moray was too spread out. I was sure… But not really positive.
I showered and masturbated in the shower, the memories of how thick and wide his cock was in my hand as I stroked him, urged me on as I blew my load all over the shower wall. Fuck, he was hot, and for some ungodly reason, I was the one he had chosen.
His kisses and caresses all over my body. How would they feel when I was naked under him?
I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The taste of him on my lips and tongue after he blew all over my hand. It was salty and thick, almost like a cream…
Let’s just say that I slept very little.
I woke up the next day with my heart beating fast. The fear of getting caught, of our picture appearing in the Moray State News, with ‘Library Sex Perverts,’ plastered on the headline, both gave me a panic attack and a fit of the giggles.
This was going too fast. Last night shouldn’t have happened, like that. It was definitely the hottest and dirtiest thing I had ever done. Mason was right, the thought of being caught did make it even sexier than it already was, but that could never happen again.
I wanted him in the worst way. I mean, it had been my freshman year when I last hooked up with someone, and that had been blowjobs only. I had become a damn nun. The only person to ever… That I had allowed to… Inside me, had been Eric. Was I ready to give that part of myself to Mason?
Shoot… I wanted it. Fuck… badly, but I couldn’t take it back once it was done. Mason swore he would never hurt me, didn’t he? I wanted to trust him, fuck at this point I needed to trust him, but there was some voice in the back of my head holding me back.
Mason was still a football player, and he was used to getting whatever he wanted. But was he really in this for the long haul? I wasn’t the kind of guy to fool around and keep things casual, I knew that about myself. I fell fast and hard when it came to love. Mason had crept into me and was slowly taking over, my body, my mind, and should I trust him with that last part? My heart?
I wanted to? I wanted it so fucking bad.
The crush I had harbored for over two years had suddenly walked into my life and said all the right things. He treated me the way I had always fantasized about, but was it real? Was he the kind of person to give his heart wholly, like I was?
In the end, as hot as it was, as he was… The things he said now, could he follow through and make them a part of his reality?
If his friends found out, would he deny it?
Would he still hold my hand in public when it was daylight?
I mean, we had made out in public all week, but they were places where few students came. Was I a dirty little secret and didn’t know it yet?
I was his first. Would he get tired of me and want to try it with someone new? That wasn’t a bad question to ponder… But it was the scariest one of all. Would I be enough for him?
If he did come out, the number of gay men who would throw themselves at him would be as massive as his cock.
All of these myriad questions spun around in a cacophony inside my mind. They were overpowering, and I did my best to quiet them by thinking about the things I knew.
I was falling in love with him. Yes, it was fast, but I had loved him from afar for two years.
He seemed to feel the same. His actions and words proved something, didn’t they?
I was fucking terrified of what this all meant.
I needed to talk to someone. And I knew just the gay for it.
I picked up my phone and sent a text. He responded pretty quickly. Dante and I were in the same year, but unlike me, he dated quite a bit during our freshman year. Of course, he had been dating Billy ever since they met, practically.
He was working. I got dressed and headed over to the comic store. It was a small store set beside a karate studio, and like everything that was campus accessible, it sat across the street from my office, about half a block away from Sam’s. He saw me when I walked up and waved at me through the window.
