Chapter 24: Tim


Carlo and I began dating, and over the last two months we spent a lot of time together. He went to the gym almost every night, and I saw him there four nights a week and he became my trainer.

I even told Jeff about him when I went home at Thanksgiving. Jeff said he was glad that I finally was able to relax and have some fun.

I was a little bit nervous about my stats final. I needed to get a good grade on the final to keep the B that I had going in. Carlo and I went out to dinner on Tuesday and then we went up to my room. I sent a text to Matt and asked him to call me if he was going to come back to the room. He responded 'no, have fun'.

"I can't stay up too late. I need to study for this stats test in the morning," I said with heavy sigh.

"Come here, baby boy," Carlo said. "Let me help you."

He sat down on the bed and spread his legs apart and pointed to the floor in front of him. I sat down in front of him with my back to him. He gripped my shoulders and began massaging them. I moaned and let Carlo work out my knots. He reached down and pulled my shirt and undershirt off.

"Stand up, baby," he whispered.

I stood and let him turn me around. He unbuckled my belt and undid my pants and pushed them to the ground. He slid my underwear down and I stepped out of them. When he took me into his mouth, my knees buckled and I gripped his shoulders.

"Oh, god," I groaned.

Carlo licked along my shaft and looked up at me. I watched him wet his index finger and I closed my eyes as he took me back into his warm sucking mouth. I whimpered when I felt his finger push into my ass. He fingered me as he sucked me and I couldn't take anymore. I grabbed his smooth head with my hands and cried out, "Carlo!"

I spurt into his mouth and he stood up and grabbed the back of my head and bent down and pushed my mouth open with his tongue. I felt a rush of slimy liquid pour into my own mouth.

"Swallow it," he commanded. And I did.

He pulled something out his jean pockets and pulled off his clothes and moved me onto the bed onto my back. He pulled my legs apart and knelt in between them. He bent over and kissed me hard. He leaned back and sat back on his ankles between my legs. I looked at his hands and he had a packet of lube and a condom. I recognized the condom wrapper. It was the same brand that Hank used. I swallowed hard.

"Carlo, I don't think I can do that yet. We haven't known each other very--"

"Shh. Relax, baby boy."

Carlo pushed a lubed finger inside me and I whimpered and tried to back away. He pushed a hand onto my belly and held me down as he pushed a second finger inside me. When he moved his fingers against my prostate, I moaned and my dick hardened and a drop of pre-come dripped out onto my stomach. He took this as consent and pushed a third finger into me.

"Ow... Wait, Carlo."

"Shh... Relax..."

He slowly fingered me with his three fingers and then rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt more lube being applied to my ass and I heard the condom package rip open.

"Carlo, wait, please. I haven't done this in a really long time. I'm not ready."

I felt Carlo's weight on top of me and his latex covered cock pressed into me.

"Push out, my baby boy."

I did as he asked and the head popped into me. I felt burning pain and my stomach cramped. I tensed up and I groaned as tears fell down my cheeks.

Carlo wrapped his arms around me and held still as he whispered into my ear, "Oh, yes, baby, I love you so much. You make me feel so good."

He pushed deeper into me and I whimpered at the intrusion. He lay still for a moment and then continued in.

"Oh, yes, that's all of it, my baby boy, mi amor."

Carlo began slowly fucking my ass. He rotated his hips and alternated his thrusts between short and long, paying special attention to my g-spot. As I laid underneath his thrusting body, it finally began to feel good.

"Oh... Carlo..."

Carlo increased his speed and intensity and lifted himself up onto his arms. He fucked me harder and faster.

"Ah, sí, mi amor, sí, sí, sí!" he grunted in Spanish. His thrusting rhythm grew erratic and his breathing quickened and he pushed into me with one last thrust and I could feel his cock jerking as it filled the condom with his cream.

Carlo pulled out and tied the condom off and got up and tossed it into the trash can by my desk. He grabbed a washcloth from my closet and went to the bathroom and cleaned his dick up then came in and cleaned the lube from my crack. He dropped the washcloth into the dirty clothes and crawled into bed with me.

He pulled me to his chest and I think I was asleep before he even settled back down.


I got together again with Carlo on Friday afternoon. We had both finished our last exams of the semester and he going to meet me at the dorm so we could go out and celebrate. I had pulled out my suitcase and was packing and trying to put some stuff away when he knocked on the door. I let him in and he sat down at my desk chair and watched as I tried to finish up what I was doing.

"Come here, baby boy," he said as he pulled me onto his lap. I sat down on his lap and closed my eyes and let him kiss me and touch me. I could feel his hard-on poking into my butt.

"Mi amor, muy guapo," he whispered huskily into my ear.

"Carlo," I giggled.

The door opened and I jumped up out of Carlo's lap.

"Uh, hey, Matt," I said.

"Hey, Tim. I can't believe you're here. I swear every time I'm in the room, you're never here!"

"Yeah, well, I keep pretty busy. How's the frat house? How's Amy?"

"It's all good. Amy is doing awesome. She's gonna get all A's again. I don't know how she does it. You must be Carlo. I'm Matt."

Carlo stood and shook Matt's hand.

"Good to meet you," Carlo said.

"Same here. Tim. Amy and I are heading out now. Call me sometime next week when you're free. I wanna grab dinner with you, okay?"

"Okay. That sounds good, Matt."

"Yeah, we can catch up. Make sure you call me, or I'll call you, okay? See ya. Oh, and nice meeting you, Carlo."

Matt grabbed a bag from his closet and headed out the door.

"Let's get you changed for dinner," Carlo said to me.

I stripped out of my clothes and pulled on a pair of khakis. Carlo looked in my closet and gave me a blue button down dress shirt to wear with them. I locked the door behind us as Carlo and I left to go out to dinner. We went back to the French restaurant where we had our first date and enjoyed another romantic dinner and glass of wine. We skipped dessert this time because we were both full and we wanted to get back to my room.


We got undressed and crawled into my bed. Carlo pulled a packet of lube and condom from his pocket before discarding his pants on the floor. Carlo went right to it. He got me on the bed on my back and his fingers were quickly inside me. When we did it for the first time earlier this week, he didn't have me as prepared as I needed to be. I hoped the second time it would be easier to take him. I felt like I was ready after he worked me for a bit with his fingers.

I watched him put the condom on and he turned me over onto my stomach and slowly pushed into me. It hurt like hell, but not nearly as bad as last time. After letting me get used to his width, he began fucking me good and hard. The bed creaked under us and I whimpered below him as he whispered into my ear in a mixture of English and Spanish how good I felt.

"Carlo, I want to turn over. Please, let me see you."

Carlo pulled out of me and I rolled over onto my back. He knelt between my spread legs and grabbed my ankles and locked them on his shoulders as he pushed into me. He pounded me hard and I pawed at his hairy chest and his bulging arms. I grabbed at his neck and tried to pull him down closer to me. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted it to be more intimate. I wanted it to be like it was with Hank.

"Carlo, kiss me, please," I begged as I tried to pull his body closer to me. He grabbed my arms and pinned them down to the bed as he grunted and fucked me harder.

I groaned and looked up at him. He had an intense look on his face. His eyes rolled back in his head and he threw his head back. He cried out and pushed into me. His body jerked and convulsed as he came inside the condom. My own dick was throbbing and dripping pre-come and hadn't been touched yet. Carlo fell back and sat on the bed with his back against the wall, panting. The full condom still dangled off his semi-erect dick.

I looked into his eyes. I grabbed my dick and stroked it until I shot onto my chest and stomach.

Carlo bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "I like to watch you pleasure yourself. Sexy."

"I made a mess," I said with a bashful smile.

He chuckled and kissed me again. "I need a shower, baby."

He got up and tossed the condom into the trash and grabbed a towel from my closet and took a quick shower while I laid there catching my breath. I got up and did the same and then joined him in bed. We fell asleep with him spooning me from behind like we always do.


When we woke up the next morning we got up and went pee and hurried back into the warm bed, both of us giggling playfully.
"Ah, mi amor," he whispered as we kissed and lightly touched each other.

"Carlo, can I come visit you for a bit over the break? Detroit isn't that far from my house to drive. It's only like four hours at the most."

"I will be busy with family, baby boy. It won't be a good time."

"I'm gonna miss you, though. If I can maybe find a place to stay, a motel or something, maybe you can sneak out for a little bit. Don't you want to see me?"

"Of course I do. But I have family obligations."

"But I thought your mom and dad were in Spain? What other family do you have that you can't sneak away from for just a little bit? Please."

Carlo got quiet and the expression on his face changed and he looked very serious. I backed up away from him and sat up.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Tim, I need to tell you something..."

"Oh god," I said under my breath.

This wasn't the first time I've heard someone say this to me.

"I have a fiancée. We are planning the wedding over the break. I will be getting married after I graduate in April."

"Oh my god!" I cried out.

I jumped out of bed and pulled on my underwear and a t-shirt. Tears streamed down my face.

"How could you, Carlo?" I cried. "You led me on!"

"It's not like that, baby. I need to get married to stay in the country."

He got up and put on his boxer shorts and wrapped his arms around me and I pushed him away. He kept grabbing at me and I finally, but hesitatingly, hugged him back. I laid my head on his chest and quietly cried.

"It's just so you can stay in the country?" I asked.


"Does she know about you?" I asked. "I mean, is she okay that you like guys?"

Carlo grabbed me by the shoulders and held me at arms length as he looked at me intently. He squeezed my shoulders hard. "No! And she must never find out, do you understand? Never. If she tells my parents, I will have nothing."

I let my arms fall to my side. I was stunned.

"She doesn't need to know about you," he continued with a quieter tone as he eased his grip on me. "Nothing changes between us."

"What? Is that all you think of me? Just some slut to have on the side while you go home to your wife? Having to beg to get an hour or two of your time every week? What kind of life is that for me?"

"We all have to make sacrifices for love, mi amor."

"Don't call me that. It doesn't mean anything. I can't do that. I won't do that. I think you should go, Carlo."


"Please, just go."

Carlo dressed and then hugged and kissed me.

"I call you when I get back. Give you time to think."

"I don't need time to think. I'm sorry, but I can't be what you want. I don't want to see you anymore. Goodbye, Carlo."

Carlo bent down to kiss me again, but I turned my head. He sighed and opened the door. "Adiós, mi amor."

I closed the door and locked it and slid to the floor and cried.


After Carlo left, I crawled over to my bed and laid back down and slept for a while longer. I got up and took a shower and then finished packing my bag. I walked to my jeep and tossed my bag in and headed home.

I put a smile on my face for Mom, Dad and Jeff when I walked in the front door. I was very glad to be back home, though. They all hugged me when I came in and Jeff pointed out how good I looked. Since I started working out with Jeff in the summer, I had lost my 'baby weight', and actually gained a little muscle. I had definition in my arms and my pecs. My stomach was also flat and hard. I didn't have any visible abs or anything, but I thought I looked pretty good and I was pleased that they noticed.

I sat in the living room with Mom, Dad and Jeff and they asked about school I told them I was doing well in classes.

Jeff threw on his coat and headed out to the back deck. I got up and pulled on my coat and followed him out. He lit up a smoke and leaned forward on the deck railing and looked out over the back yard as he puffed on his cigarette.

I walked over and leaned on the rail next to him.

"You want a smoke?" he asked as he held the pack out to me.

"No. I just... I don't know, thought you might want company."

"Sure, Tim."

"So how's it been living with Mom and Dad?"

"It fucking sucks. I gotta get my own place soon. I can't really bring girls back here and they try not to, but they're always checking up on me and getting in my business. I've been looking at some places. There's a condo I looked at renting that I really liked. I'm gonna go and take another look at it next week, after Christmas."

"You're gonna kill Mom. She's gonna throw herself on you and cry."

Jeff laughed. "Probably. I'm sure Dad wants to get rid of me so that they can fuck as loud as they want, whenever they want. I think I'm cramping Dad's style."

"Jeff, that is so gross. I don't want to think about that."

"Well, then be glad you don't share a bedroom wall with them."

"Oh my god, stop! Please!"

Jeff laughed and I couldn't help but laugh too. He finished his smoke and flicked his cigarette butt into the yard. He put his arm around my shoulders and we went back inside.


The next day, Jeff and I went to Subway for lunch. We were sitting in a booth eating our sandwiches when he brought up the one subject I was trying not to think about.

"How's your new guy, Carlos?"

"It's Carlo. And, um, I broke up with him yesterday morning."

"I thought you were a little moody and clingy. What happened?"

I sighed told him the whole story of what happened. Jeff was so pissed. His face turned red and he hit his fist on the table.

"I hope you told him to fuck off!" Jeff said in a raised voice.


Jeff looked around the restaurant and lowered his voice. "Oops."

I couldn't help but laugh at Jeff.

"I didn't tell him that exactly, but I told him to leave and that I never wanted to see him again."

"Good. I should drive down there and kick his fucking ass in front of his fiancée, right after I tell her what he did to you."

"I just want to forget about it," I said with a sigh.

"Don't get down on yourself, Tim. One day, you'll find someone. You're only 20 years old. You've got plenty of time."


I called Matt that night and we met for dinner, just the two of us. We had a blast. It had been a really long time since we did anything just the two of us. The fun came to a screeching halt when he told me why he needed to meet me.

"Hey, Tim, I gotta tell you something. I hope you'll be okay with it."

"Sure, Matt."

"At the end of the semester, I'm moving into the house. I'm gonna stay spring and summer session because I need to catch up on couple of classes."


"But, um... I'm gonna stay... So next year, you'll need to find a new roommate."

I pretended like I was okay with it. Inside I just wanted to cry. Outwardly, I just shrugged.

"Oh, well, sure, Matt. I mean that only makes sense. Why move in for the summer and then move out again. Plus it's your last year, you should be living there. I mean, you're practically living there now, right?"

"So, you're okay with this? We're okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't we be? I'm your friend. I understand."

"Thanks, Tim. I knew you would. So who are you going to room with?"

"Uh, I'm not sure. I'll ask around. I'm sure I'll find someone."

"What about Carlo? You guys seemed to really hit it off."

"Well, Carlo already has someone. Only I didn't know it until a couple days ago. So..."

"Oh, shit. I'm really sorry, Tim. That just sucks. And here I am telling you to find a new roommate right after. You must think I'm a total jerk."

"No, I don't, Matt. Like I said, you're practically living there now, so it just makes sense. We'll always be friends. No matter what."

When I got home, I went to my room and laid on my bed trying not to cry. I felt totally lost. My best friend and I grew apart the last three years. He had all new friends at the frat house. And to be honest, I didn't know anyone who I could room with. I was going to have to let them assign me a random stranger for a roommate.

I laid there thinking about my life and what I wanted to do with it.

I thought about what Matt said. He was staying spring and summer to catch up. Maybe I could do the same to get ahead. I got up and looked online at the course catalogs and mapped out some things.

I got up and went downstairs and found Dad and Jeff in the living room watching football.

I sat down on the couch with Jeff. When a commercial came on, I got Dad's attention.

"Dad, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure, sport."

Dad muted the TV so we could talk.

"Matt is moving off campus into the frat house this spring and, so, um, I'm gonna be out a roommate next year. I was thinking maybe after next semester is over, I could rent a small one-bedroom apartment and stay on for spring and summer session. If I did that, I could graduate a semester early at the end of the fall semester."

"Why would you want to do that, Tim? Isn't that a lot of work? You won't get burned out, will you?"

"No. I'm just really ready for school to be done. I was also thinking that when I graduate, I want to come back here and work for you. To help run the family business..."

"Are you sure? I know you had talked about moving to Chicago..."

"Yeah, I'm sure. I wanna come home. I belong here with you guys."

Dad stood up and pulled me up and hugged me tight.

"You just made your dad so happy, son," he whispered into my ear. "I can't even begin to tell you. Thank you, Tim."

When I felt Dad's bushy moustache kiss my cheek, my eyes started to water.

"No, thank you, Dad," I whispered back.

"Look for an apartment when you get back and I'll take care of it. Try to keep it around the same as your current room and board or less."

"Thanks, Dad."

Dad pulled away and nodded. I saw the tears in his eyes as he sat down. He looked back at me and smiled. I felt really good about my decision and I knew that I was doing the right thing.

I sat back down on the couch and looked at Jeff. He smiled and nodded his head at me. I smiled to myself and leaned back and watched the rest of the game.