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4

 

I now had a countdown clock going on. Seven weeks until graduation.

Monday classes were putting a lot of work on my plate. It would be nice to coast these last weeks, but these senior-level courses were demanding.

I grabbed a quick lunch at a nearby sandwich shop. While I was there, Jay walked up to me. I had not seen him since The Showcase.

"Hey stranger," he said as he approached.

"Hi Jay," I casually returned.

"Haven't seen you with your ... gentleman ... in a little while. Interested in going out?"

"We're still together, Jay. He's just giving me room to finish school."

"Giving you room ... mm hmm," he said with skepticism. "Well, while you have this room, I'd love to spend some time with you. It can just be doing stuff as friends. It doesn't have to be more. But it could be."

"Uhh ... thanks?"

I wasn't sure how to take this attention. Flattering yet insulting but caring. Hmm. I glazed over in thought. He snapped me out of that. He put his lips on mine. Hard. I was startled. Then he did it again.

"Think it over, okay handsome?"

"See ya, Jay."

I hadn't expected that. Two months ago, I probably would have run back to the apartment. I didn't know how to handle that. I was flattered, but he was a bit too forward for me.

Forward, yeah. I was the one that waved my dick in front of Mike's face in a locker room. I couldn't believe I ever did that. But look where it led. But I sure couldn't smack talk about Jay.

I became concerned that I didn't really resist that kiss. It felt nice. I was missing affection, not to mention sex. I was not sure why I felt guilty. Jay initiated it. But I liked it. It was a good feeling to know that someone wanted me.

How many people now knew?

 

—

 

After classes, we had practice. When we gathered into a group, I received some compliments from the coach about Saturday's game. Several of my teammates joined in.

Lance pulled me aside.

"Could you be any sexier right now?" he whispered to me.

"Stop. Not here!" I whispered back.

"Want to get together later? I know I could use some man-on-man attention. You probably could too."

Fuck! What's with the attention? Obviously, I can't do that to Mike. However, I hadn't masturbated in a week. I'd love my cock inside Lance's beautiful ass. He was asking me. This temptation sucked. I started getting hard picturing us fucking. What was I thinking?! What was I doing? I forced my mind to go to the picture of Mike and me in his boxers. That brought me clarity. However, it didn't make my hard-on go down. I held a basketball in front of my waist to conceal any bulge.

"Sorry, man. You know I can't."

"The offer stands if you change your mind. You can bring your man along even."

 

March 30

I was tempted today. Twice. When Mike told me we should slow down, he knew I was bound to experience day-to-day things I just jumped over when I hooked up with him. I've never dated anyone my own age. He's giving me this space to be sure. What if he is right? What if I need time to know if Mike is the right one for me? I've never doubted it. I hate that I was tempted by these friends. Mike deserves better. I hope I can continue to pass these tests of loyalty.

 

—

 

Tuesday's practice brought me more compliments from my teammates. All this positive attention was remarkable. I probably let it go to my head.

When I joined the team, I wasn't expecting to be a star player. This temporary adoration was a treat.

Those warm feelings ended following practice. Once I left school and headed to the apartment, I found Kevin had friends over. Not that guests are a problem; it is just that I had to get two hours of dedicated studying in.

I grabbed my books, said a polite good night and headed to the library.

The number of cars around the library surprised me. It seemed busy. Swell. I went into the main lounge area. There were some people there, but I found a couch to sit on. I saw a group of three and two couples working together. Two or three individuals were studying on their own. Noise cancelling headphones helped them. I wish I had those. Clearly, several people were feeling the last crunch of the final weeks.

I noticed one of the couples was gay. I tried not to be distracted, but I was. I glanced over at them too often. They had laptops open in front of them, but they were slightly flirty.

Two other people came in. They were talking louder than they should have been in the library. It was rather rude to those of us really studying.

Fine! I looked for another place to study.

The study carrel room was empty. As I walked in, the automatic lights came on. There are three rows of study carrels with listening stations. No one was listening to any courses online, nor was anyone using the beanbag chairs in the back of the room. I slumped down into the biggest one. I rested my feet up on a cube. The quietness was perfect.

I was getting a lot accomplished. After 30 minutes, the lights go out if they don't sense any motion. I had to stand and wave my arms to activate it.

Seventy minutes later I found myself being woken as the lights came on. Apparently, I had drifted off. It was just after 11. Before I could even sit up, I heard the voices of the two gay guys in the room. They were giggling. One of them hit the lights to cause them to go out. I heard them get down on the floor. The sounds of their kissing made me aware they were making out in the darkness. It was evident that they did not know I was in the back of the room. The carrel walls were tall enough to block views of the beanbag chairs.

I was about to say something to let them know I was there.

"Take off your shirt," one of them said softly.

Even soft clothing could be heard as it was being removed.

Fuck! What to do?

They were a little louder as they continued making out. I opted to remain quiet.

"What if we're caught?" one of them said softly.

"Hardly anyone is here. I can feel your cock. Unzip your pants."

The zipper was just audible enough for me to hear. I was committed to stay now.

"Oh yeah. Pull it out."

I heard jeans being pushed down. One of the gentlemen took the other's organ in his mouth. I could hear the slurping of the blow job going on just 15 feet away behind the carrels. The male receiving the service began to softly moan. His lover's name was Blake whose name was being called out as Blake offered oral sex.

This was a bit odd. Weird in fact. I was just listening to others have sex. Awkward as it was, it made me hard.

"Blake, that feels so good. I love how you suck my cock," the soft voice moaned.

The slurping became sloppier. Blake was moaning in his service. My dick was an I-beam. I was wearing sweatpants, so I didn't have to unzip anything. I let my hand slip down under the waistband of my sweats and groped my own hard-on. It already felt red hot in my grip.

The men carried on for a couple of minutes. I was enjoying feeling and pleasuring every inch of my erection. I wanted to moan along with them. It was hard to keep silent, but I made sure I did.

"Blake, oh Blake. I'm close. Stop. I don't want to come yet."

I guessed Blake complied. I then heard some rustling of clothes.

"Holy shit! You're totally naked," said the other gentleman.

"Suck me, Shane," Blake said.

Ah. Blake and Shane had now been introduced to me — in the total darkness. The glass panes along the top two feet of the room let in enough dim lighting from the hall for the two of them to navigate their efforts.

"Ohhhhh fuck yeah," Blake told Shane.

I assumed the service treatment had been reversed. Blake moaned louder than Shane did. I still don't think anyone in the hall could hear, but I could. Sitting in secret, it was arousing. My stroking was slow and methodical. I didn't want anything to make a sound.

Shane hummed when giving oral sex, like eating a sundae. He did not slurp as much as Blake did.

My left hand pulled the waistband of my briefs and sweatpants down as far as they could while my right hand jerked my rod. It felt good to be hard. It felt good to give my dick long-overdue attention.

"Oh, baby. Suck me, Shane. Suck my cock."

Shane hummed louder in agreement. Shane kept up the oral service as I jerked on my own pole. I loved how my cock felt. I wondered if I would come before they did. Would I be able to be quiet while splattering my cum all over the library? Common sense told me to stop, but my erection felt too good to stop. I had passed that point. I stopped jerking my cock just long enough for me to ever-so-silently pull my shirt up to my upper chest. I could hear my breathing for the first time and knew I needed to be careful.

"I wish you could fuck me, Shane. I wish you could fuck me with your cock right here. Stupid roommates."

Wow. How long had these guys been waiting?

"Move around next to me so I can feel your cock, Shane," Blake directed.

I heard shuffling.

"Oh yeah. I love holding your dick. It feels so good. You're so hard, baby. Keep sucking me. Yeah, keep sucking me."

The two moaned together. Then Shane took his mouth off Blake's organ.

"I want to be naked too," he said breathlessly.

Shane could be heard wriggling out of his remaining clothing. This was exceptionally hot to me. While he was making noise, I pulled my sweatpants and briefs beyond my ass. The beanbag only made the slightest crinkle. Did they hear? Apparently not. I heard them kissing, and I pictured their hands all over each other's naked bodies. As they groaned, I knew genitals were being stroked. My pounding on my own flesh increased.

"Suck me again," Shane asked. "Make me come in your mouth."

Blake maneuvered over Shane's crotch and went to work. Just by the sound I could hear he had engulfed Shane's rod. He slurped on his meat with a sloppy tongue for a couple of minutes. His audible efforts were bringing me to the brink. Shane moaned. In my mind, I pictured their dicks. The sensations all along the length of my cock were stimulated into overdrive. It was if every vein in my steel manhood was throbbing.

Whatever guilt I felt for listening to these two strangers gratify each other eventually left me. It was intense, and the performance was like electro-shock within my groin. My crotch felt fantastic.

"That feels so good, Blake. Suck me. Suck me harder. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh. Oh, Blake. I'm getting close."

So was I.

"I'm about to come. Oh, Blake. I'm gonna come."

So was I.

As quietly as he could, Shane groaned and snarled as his seed was being pumped into Blake's throat. I could hear Shane's deep breathing as his orgasm continued. I tried to conceal mine as the first blast of my own cum shot up my chest. It felt so good. The second spasm shot more. It felt so good. My third and fourth spurt added more. My climax felt so good. The rest dripped to my navel, and I laid there silently breathing heavy. It was a great orgasm. It had been a while.

"Stay there," Blake told Shane. I could hear him move up and straddle Shane's face. He started shoving his cock down Shane's throat. Shane swallowed it as well as he could, but I could tell he was struggling at times. Blake took it out and started yanking on his organ. He was pulling so hard; I could almost hear the motion. I hadn't let go of my dick, and I gently continued to pull it.

"Lick my balls," Blake told Shane.

I could hear it. I could almost taste the saltiness of Blake's sac. I envisioned Shane gripping Blake's ass as his stroking became feverish. I knew Blake would come any minute.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," he whispered.

"Come in my mouth, Blake," Shane demanded.

Blake stuck his cock back in Shane's mouth. His moaning increased. It was almost getting too loud. The three of us would not be in a good position if someone discovered us. I've not had the best of luck. I was hoping Blake would quiet down a bit. He didn't.

"Oh yeah, baby, I'm coming," he announced.

His groaning was relatively quiet as he filled Shane's face with his cum. It seemed like he came for a while. I heard them both exhale, dramatically. Then Shane slurped his cock loudly. They were both quiet for a few seconds.

"That was fucking hot," Blake said.

"Yeah. Risky, but hot. We better get our clothes on."

I couldn't move. I was covered in cum. My cock was hanging out. I was laying in utter silence hoping I wouldn't be discovered. Still on the floor, the guys worked their way back into their clothes. As they got close to the door, it triggered the lights to come on. The door shut behind them, and I took in the view of my exposed crotch. My chest was covered in cum, which was starting to further liquify. My penis was still half hard, draped to the side of my hip.

"So now what?" I whispered to myself out loud.

I pulled my sweatpants and briefs most of the way up. My left hand wiped and scooped as much of my cum that it could. Now what? I licked some of it out of my hand. Hm. When it's not Mike's and well after the act, it isn't as great in my mouth. My chest was sticky, but I felt I could pull my shirt down. I immediately went to the bathroom. I grabbed some paper towels and dampened one. Then I went into a stall and wiped my chest, cleaning it and then drying it.

I went back to retrieve my books. That was all the studying that was going to happen.

Back at the apartment, the guys were asleep already. I quietly grabbed my journal.

 

March 31

Tonight was crazy, but it was hot as hell. I seem to have a knack for getting into weird situations but overhearing two guys having sex was mind-blowing. I'm not quite sure what to think of myself. I'm intrigued with different things. They're exciting.

But in the end, there is no one to hold. No one to care for. Hopefully, that means I'm maturing. Sometimes I still feel like a total kid. I'm certainly considered a man now on all fronts. Is there a difference between adult sex and college sex?

What does Mike expect me to know?

I'd do anything to feel him lay next to me tonight.