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14 October 2017
New York, New York, United States of America
Christian went and stood in the threshold of Warren's dorm room and saw the now-blonde young man sitting in front of his closet. He was shirtless, showing off his lithe, muscular back.
"Hey," Christian greeted.
"Hey," Warren greeted back, not turning around. "Sorry, can't decide which shirt to wear because I don't know which shoes to wear."
Christian laughed while entering the room and responded, "No worries, dude."
"How are you?" Warren asked as he compared shoes, hearing the brunette lie down on his bed. "You seem hungover."
"Just a bit hungover," Christian replied. "Buster on the 6th floor had a sick party last night. Digger passed out right quick and we drew dicks on his face. I wonder how that kid is..."
Amused, Warren said, "Mmm, but now you're sick. Hey, are we taking one vehicle or...?"
"We can," Christian replied. "We can take my truck."
Holding a pair of chunky-heeled ankle boots, Warren said, "Let's take my S.U.V. instead. It's supposed to rain today, so our bags will stay dry in the back."
Christian couldn't tear his eyes from such a marvellous sight. Warren's slim, toned body was simply gorgeous and sexy. Warren's pink nipples screamed out to Christian for attention. His outie belly button on his toned, perfect tummy begged to be kissed and licked.
"Oh don't be such a prude," Warren said while standing on a foot with his other being shoed. "You've seen guys shirtless in the locker rooms."
Christian tore his eyes away and asked, "I- uhh- you know where Carman Hall is, right? Are we picking Allen up or is he meeting us?"
Now wearing the 5.5-inch boots and rifling through his shirts, Warren answered, "I told Aaron I'd pick him up. There's water and fruit in the fridge, so help yourself. Or if you're really hungover, potato chips and pizza on the desk."
"Sure is busy," Warren commented as he slowly drove, trying to find a parking spot at The Mall at Bay Plaza. "Damn."
From the front passenger, Aaron pointed and said, "Somebody's just pulling out there."
Just as Warren was approaching the new free space, a lady with black hair walked and stood in front of the parking space. Instantly annoyed as all fuck, Warren slammed his palm on his steering wheel and honked his horn. The lady did not move. So Warren honked again. The lady just removed her cell phone from her purse and stood there.
Also annoyed, Aaron said, "If I'd carried my badge... Fucking cunt."
"Don't rat me out, Officer Aaron," Christian said.
Christian opened his door and exited Warren's Lexus.
"Chris," Warren tried, but Christian had shut the door.
"Move!" Christian shouted at the lady, who pretended not to hear. "Move, hag!"
"Fuck you!" the lady shouted back, upset.
"Get your old, saggy, cellulite ass out of our way!" Christian shouted. "You're not allowed to save parking spots!"
A black Hyundai Sonata approached, but Warren moved forward so as to stop them from getting the saved parking spot.
The lady slammed her hands on the hood of Warren's S.U.V. and cried angrily, "Hey! That's my husband!"
Misha said, "Let's just let 'em take the spot.
"No," Warren pressed. "I'm not letting this bitch get away with this."
Warren sudden applied pressure to the gas and the S.U.V. lurched forward a foot. He slammed on his brakes, but it scared the lady. She grumbled as she walked away and got into the Sonata.
After parking and getting out of the Lexus, Warren said, "Thanks, Chrissy-Poo!"
"I am dying for some Starbucks!" Misha cried as she grabbed Christian's hand.
Aaron wrapped his arm around Warren's shoulders and asked, "What did you do last night?"
"I went to The Hamilton with Ryan and Jen," Warren answered with his hand. Had a couple beers, danced, and the burgers are amazing!"
"You have a fake I.D.?" Aaron asked with surprise. "You know what, don't answer that. Less incriminating on me."
Warren laughed before he leaned sideways and planted a sweet kiss to Aaron's scruffy cheek.
While walking away from Starbucks with coffees in their hands, Warren stopped and listened. He heard a piano being played with a sweet, angelic voice accompanying.
"It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,
"But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven.
"I don't wanna waste the weekend,
"If you don't love me pretend,
"A few more hours then it's time to go."
The sang so beautifully, with such raw emotion, as her fingers danced on the piano. It hit a spot in Warren's heart, who was standing 9 feet away from the piano. At his side was Aaron, who was watching him. Warren stepped closer to Aaron until they stood in a one-armed embrace and watched the girl together.
"As my train rolls down the east coast I wonder how you keep warm,
"It's too late to cry,
"Too broken to move on,
"And still I can't let you be,
"Most nights I hardly sleep,
"Don't take what you don't need from me,
"It's just a drop in the ocean,
"A change in the weather,
"I was praying that you and me might end up together,
"It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,
"But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven,
"Misplaced trust in old friends,
"Never counting regrets,
"By the grace of God I do not rest at all,
"And New England as the leaves change,
"The last excuse that I'll claim,
"I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl,
"And still I can't let you be."
Warren reached up and wiped a tear from his green eye before it could fall down his face. Aaron noticed, and pressed a kiss to Warren's temple.
"Most nights I hardly sleep,
"Don't take what you don't need from me,
"It's just a drop in the ocean,
"A change in the weather,
"I was praying that you and me might end up together,
"It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,
"But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my...
"Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore,
"No, no,
"Heaven doesn't seem far away,
"Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore,
"No, no,
"Heaven doesn't seem far away,
"Oh, oh."
The entire crowd clapped. They applauded the young woman quite loudly, and she bowed. Warren leaned up to Aaron's 6'1" frame and kissed him passionately. After the kiss, Warren kissed Aaron's jaw.
Aaron asked, "Where are we going first?"
"Express," Warren answered, leading the man. "I need a couple of suits and shoes for 2 big presentations for my communications class."
Christian, having seen Warren's wardrobe, asked, "I thought you had a suit?"
"I do, but it's gotten a snug from working out so much. It was already form-fitting before."
That evening at 9:17pm, Warren dropped Christian and Misha off at Carman Hall. They had spent the afternoon shopping, eating, bowling, and eating again with Warren and Aaron. Though Christian was immensely jealous that Aaron was able to hold and kiss and hug Warren, he made sure to kiss Misha any time he thought Warren might see.
Christian and Misha exited Warren's S.U.V., and got their bags out of the back.
"Thanks, Quicksilver," Christian said before he closed the hatch.
Inside Misha's dorm room, Christian laid down on her bed. Misha removed newly purchased clothing from the various shopping bags and observed them against her body before throwing them in her laundry basket.
"Think these are a bit ostentatious?" Misha asked, shifting her weight in her brand new knee-high black boots with a gold ankle belt.
Christian looked away from his phone, at the 4-inch-heel boots. He told the girl that he loved those boots. It wasn't a lie, but he loved them because they reminded Christian of a pair of black 6-inch ankle boots that Warren had. Those, too, had a gold ankle belt.
"Nah, they're nice, babe."
After Misha had emptied all of her bags, she set up her iPad on the desk. She cuddled up to Christian on the tiny bed, and they binge- watched 'Stranger Things' on Netflix.
After 6 episodes of the series, Misha turned off the iPad. She planted a little peck on Christian's lips. She then placed another kiss, this one deeper.
While making out with the girl, Christian kept his eyes closed and imagined it was a dirty-blonde boy caressing his side.
While making love to her, it was a little difficult for Christian to reimagine a deeper voice moaning his name.
15 October 2017
New York, New York, United States of America
Warren woke at 9:51am, according to his cell phone. He laid his cell phone back down on the nightstand, and rolled on the ridiculously soft queen-sized bed until he laid his head on Aaron's big, firm pectoral.
Warren felt Aaron squirm as consciousness came to him, and Aaron said, "M'rning. Time's it?"
"S'nine," Warren sleepily answered.
"Mm. Thanks f'spending the night. S'nice."
Warren smiled a small, sleeping smile. He then turned his head slightly and delivered a kiss to Aaron's red-brown nipple.
As he glided fingers on Warren's back, Aaron asked, "What do you wanna do today?"
With a smile, Warren slowly dragged his palm down Aaron's warm body and said, "I was thinking about tasting your cock."
"Mmm," Aaron hummed as Warren's palm met his fast-inflating dick. "Is that right?"
"Well we've been for 3 weeks," Warren said sultrily. "And I haven't so much as seen your prick."
"Good things come to those who wait," Aaron replied, now fully hard. "And I think you've waited so patiently."
"I have," Warren stroke Aaron's 7-inch cock through his briefs. "I want you to fuck my throat. Choke me with it."
"Goddamn," Aaron happily groaned. "And then what?"
Warren didn't answer. He sat up and kneeled between the police officer's legs, and slid the grey briefs down until they were in the middle of Aaron's thighs. Warren leaned forward and licked at Aaron's erect nipple while gripping Aaron's cut 7-inch cock.
"Fuck," Aaron moaned. "Why'd I make us wait so long for this?"
"Such a gentleman," Warren said while kissing Aaron's toned abs.
Warren, the fucking tease, licked firmly at Aaron's dickhead. He swirled his tongue around the helmet head, loving the way Aaron threw his head back and mewled. Warren then grabbed Aaron's heavy sac and kneaded the big balls while pressing the tip of his tongue on Aaron's piss slit.
Aaron hungrily pleaded, "Oh my god, fucking blow me."
Warren, smiling while licking down the shaft, did not comply. He then dragged his tongue from Aaron's tight sac up his shaft.
With a soft laugh, Aaron said, "You fucking tease."
Warren simply swirled his tongue around Aaron's head again. Finally, Warren wrapped his lips around the pink head and suckled on it oh so sweetly.
"Ohhhh yeah," Aaron moaned with a smile.
Warren bobbed his head mere millimetres and tugged on Aaron's ballsac. Warren allowed saliva to run down Aaron's prick and used his other hand to lather it all over the rigid cock.
"How do I taste?" Aaron asked, his breath shallowing.
Warren slid his lips down the hot phallus and offered a wink in reply. Within seconds, Warren had all 7 inches buried in his mouth to the hilt, his nose in the neat blonde bush of pubes.
Warren looked up, his green orbs meeting Aaron's blue ones. Aaron drove the fingers of his right hand through Warren's dirty-blonde hair and made the young man bob his head very quickly.
"Fucking Christ your throat is tight."
Warren throat made squelching sounds. Their eyes remained locked, Aaron's hungry, and Warren's determined. Aaron continued gripping Warren's hair harshly, and fucking the young man's throat for all it was worth.
Close to cumming, Aaron pulled at Warren's hair and forced the young man off his prick. Grinning, Warren kissed his way up Aaron's pale flesh before ensuing a passionate make out session full of tongue and heat.
Warren then raised Aaron legs until his knees were pressed against his chest. Aaron held his legs in place as Warren dove right in. Warren licked the entire length of Aaron's hairy crack, teasingly slow.
When Warren's tongue finally met Aaron's tight red-brown hole, Aaron crooned. While swiping his tongue firmly on the rosebud, Warren grabbed Aaron's throbbing dick and slowly stroked the circumcised meat.
"Fuck," Warren huskily groaned and slapped Aaron's ass. "You taste so good. All that musk and sweat after sleeping all night."
"Fucking eat my ass," Aaron said while pulling Warren's face back to his crack.
Warren pressed the flat of his tongue over Aaron's hungry hole and firmly licked. This caused Aaron to moan obscenely and throw his head back. Warren smiled that, but did not falter in eating ass and stroking cock.
After about a minute of heaven stimulation, Aaron pulled Warren's hand away while he said, "Shit, I don't wanna cum yet."
Aaron then rolled over onto his knees and reached into his nightstand. He handed Warren a condom, who unwrapped it, and Aaron smeared some lube on his ass.
After Warren rubbed lube all over his gloved 6-inch prick, he bent forward. Warren placed kissed over Aaron's back while rubbing his rock-hard cock against Aaron's eager hole.
Aaron raised his shoulders high with his back arched perfectly. When Warren's mushroom head entered Aaron's tight sphincter, Aaron threw his back and moaned loudly. Warren gently eased his thick cock in and suckled sweetly on Aaron's shoulder.
"Aahhh yeah," Aaron crooned. "Can't believe I- waited so- yeah! waited so long for this."
"Yeah?" Warren asked, his left hand gripping on Aaron's rigid prick and gently fucking. "You feel so good on my cock, Officer Hillman. So tight. So warm."
While backing his ass up and meeting Warren's slow strokes, Aaron responded, "Ohhh yeah. Fuck me, foreign student."
Warren giggled softly, but stood on his knees and folded his hands together behind his neck. He did not move a single muscle. He just looked down at Aaron's gorgeous ass fucking itself on his dick. It was a sexy, hot sight. It felt amazing, more so when Aaron fucked himself on Warren even faster. Aaron backed so fast that his ass audibly slapped against Warren's pelvis, and both moaned and groaned in such pleasure.
Warren pulled out of Aaron and said, "On your back."
Aaron turned over and hiked his knees to his chest again. Warren sidled right up and reentered him with immense ease. Fully inside Aaron, Warren reattached their lips in a sensual kiss.
While Warren made gentle love to him, Aaron wrapped his fingers around his own dick and jerked off, in heaven due to Warren hitting his prostate so expertly.
Warren pressed his lips to Aaron's collarbone and made another big hickey there.
"Oh fuck," Aaron grunted, to which Warren kneeled. "Oh fuck. Fuck. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Uhhhh!"
He first volley of Aaron's cum hit Warren's chest. The second hit Warren's stomach. The rest flew high into the air and landed on Aaron's stomach.
"Ohhhh," Aaron whispered, coming down from his orgasm. "Fuck, your dick is magical."
Warren went back down and pressed his forehead to Aaron's neck. He fucked the older man like a rabbit, grunting gutturally in Aaron's ear. Within seconds, Warren squeaked as his dick throbbed and pulsed with each spurt of cum that shot into the condom.
"Ohhh-ho-ho-hooo!" Warren laughed, thinking the intensity of his orgasm killed him. "Damn. Mmm, Baby."
Aaron giggled, loving the feeling of having Warren still inside of him, and emotionally close to him. He planted small kisses on Warren's face and drove his fingers through Warren's dirty-blonde hair.
Christian, having cried much of the morning since he arrived back in his room, laid in bed with a headache and red eyes. He stared up at the ceiling, with his forearm lain across his face.
Christian got off the bed and kneeled, and pressed his palms together.
"Dear Lord, our Father in Heaven," Christian began with a broken voice, fresh tears forming. "May nothing separate me from You today. Teach me how to choose only Your way today so each step will lead me closer to You. Help me walk by the Word and not my feelings. Help me to keep my heart pure and undivided. Protect me from my own careless thoughts, words, and actions. And keep me from being distracted by my wants, my desires, my thoughts on how things should be. Help me to embrace what comes my way as an opportunity... rather than a personal inconvenience. In Jesus name I so humbly pray, Amen."
Christian, with his heart completely shattered, laid his face in his hands and cried. And he cried. And then he cried some more.
Suddenly, Christian's door opened and Warren's voice said, "Hey, Chris. I'm going- Chris? Hey, Buddy, what's the matter?"
Christian felt the blonde kneel at his side and capture him in a warm embrace.
"Get out!" Christian screamed in his tears as he pushed Warren away. "Go! Leave me alone!"
"Chris--"
"--Get! Out!"
16 October 2017
New York, New York, United States of America
After a night of literally no sleep and overdoing homework to the point of being able to now take 2 weeks off school without academic damage, Christian walked out of his dorm room. After locking his door, Christian turned for the elevator, but stopped dead in his tracks. Waiting for the elevator, as you guessed, was Warren.
Warren, whose dirty-blonde undercut hair was usually styled in a pompadour, was Dutch-braided in two lines. His grey wool peacoat did not hide his perfect ass in his black leggings. He balanced his weight on one 5.5-inch wedge heel.
Christian swallowed thickly, and trudged forward.
"Hey," Christian said smally when he got close.
Warren didn't get a chance to greet back when he turned. He was met with an immediate hug from Christian. Warren laughed in surprise, but hugged the tall and muscular former football player back.
"I'm sorry about yesterday," Christian said, almost crying. "I am genuinely so sorry, Quicksilver."
"Hey, it's alright. It's okay. We all have those days."
"I still feel like an ass, though," Christian responded, finally out of the hug. "That was uncalled for."
"It's fine. We can still share crayons, right? Hey, you missed out on Halloween costume shopping yesterday. Guess what I'm dressing up as."
"Umm, I dunno. Vegeta?"
Completely shocked, Warren replied, "Close! That's ridiculously close! No way, man! You must be psychic! I'm going as out as Goku. Super Saiyan hair and everything."
To Be Continued...
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