Date: Thu, 6 Nov 2014 14:54:46 -0500
From: theshyguy64@gmail.com
Subject: Love Lust and Everything Between Chapter 2

Love Lust and Everything Between Chapter 2

The following story depicts sexual relationships between two college-aged
men. If this offends you, leave now and forever hold your flames. If it is
illegal for a person in your area to read such material or you are under
the age of 18, please leave also... Or don't. I really can't control you.
Events that take place in this story are not true. While a few events may
be based on my experiences, they are wholly false. Any events that are even
slightly based on real events have had the peoples' names changed for their
privacy and so on. Does anyone read these anyway? Also please please PLEASE
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So the first chapter was kinda slow, but it was supposed to be more of an
introduction thing... oh I don't know. This chapter will hopefully be
better because one, I'm going to make it longer and more in depth than the
last one. Two, I'm going to try my hand at an actual sex scene this
time. Please be kind, I'm an avid reader, not so much a writer so
yeah... Enjoy!

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	I can never get over how much I love how this school looks. It's
very small and basically in the middle of nowhere. It has quite a few trees
but is surrounded by corn fields, like most places in Upstate New
York. Most people complain about how bitter cold it is upstate, but right
now, all I want is an ice bath because I'm so hot! After being guided into
the parking lot by one of the Orientation Advisors, me and my dad get out
of the car and walk towards one of the residence halls.
	Orientation Advisors are just that: students who basically watch
over the incoming Freshmen so that they can have a taste of college for a
couple of days, just to go back home to wait anxiously for the school year
to start. I see a few of them, and I think they're incredibly cute. The one
who was helping people carry in their luggage was by far the cutest one
there.
	He was about 6'4", thin and toned, probably a swimmer, nice dirty
blond hair and a smile that would make even a straight guy weak in the
knees. His voice could only be described as perfect. As if every time he
opened his mouth, angels would sing. Lucky for me I'm out to my parents,
otherwise I'd have a lot of explaining to do as to why I was basically
drooling while looking at this guy.
	My dad shot me a look and sighed. He's pretty cool with me being
gay and all, but he has a bit of trouble with some of the more intimate
details. I'm also convinced that he likes my boyfriend more than I do
sometimes. They like to bond over car things, which is strange considering
Noah is one of the scrawniest guys I know.
	The OA comes over to us and introduces himself
 "Hi, I'm James!" He's so enthusiastic and bubbly that it burns. He extends
his hand which I shake
	"Nick" I say coolly. My dad also shakes his hand, introducing
himself.  "Let's take you to get your room assignment, shall we?" He
flashes me a smile, I try my hardest not to melt. My dad picks up on this
and hold back a laugh. It's times like these when I remember that he is
more okay with it than I usually think.
	We go inside the residence hall and it could be described in one
word: dingy. You could feel the oldness in the building, confirmed by the
asbestos warnings on the wall. Even with this building and most of the
furniture in the building being older than my dad, I was incredibly excited
and nervous and happy and every emotion I've ever felt. We got to the main
lounge area where there was basically a small horde of Freshmen all trying
to get their room keys so they could just relax for five minutes.
	Even though it's hot as hell in here, I'm enjoying the view. It's
as if this school decided to only accept incredibly attractive guys. Sure
there are women too, but they could never hold a candle to the incredible
attractiveness of the men here. We're all confined in a tight space,
everyone's sweating and their shirts are clinging to their bodies. I just
really want some of them to just take them off and show off the muscles
that they so clearly worked hard for. Alas, that is merely a fantasy that
would not come true.
	I finally get my room assignment and apparently I'm going to be
with someone named Matt. Wonderful. Rooming with someone with the same name
as my ex. 3 days and two nights I'll have to put up with that. I mean, it
wasn't an awful time with him, but it's not exactly something I care to
remember. So don't even bother trying to get it out of me.  Ever.  I mean
it.
	Okay fine, I'll tell. We started going out when we were both 16. We
were young, stupid and horny as all hell. We started dating first week of
February and by Valentines day we had both lost our virginity. People say
it's awful the first time, but they're wrong. It was hilarious. We couldn't
figure anything out, but it was amazing by the end. Past that, we were
fucking every chance we got.
	Usually we would go to his house because both of his parents worked
during the day and my mom is a stay at home mom. Before we would even get
in the door we'd be making out, pressing our lips harshly against each
other. He would always get fully hard first. I loved feeling his rock hard
five inches pressing against my leg. That would always make me extend to my
full what was then 7 inches. Then I would start grinding against him
	He would gaze at me with his stunning green eyes and give me a look
of pure lust. One that screamed for me to just take him then and there. No
words were exchanged, only grunts and moans that could be considered
nothing short of primal. We would only break a kiss long enough to start
removing our clothes. First came our shirts so we could feel the heat of
each other's torso pressing together. Feel our smooth, hairless bodies
nimbly gliding together. Then we removed our pants and we all know where
this is going now.
	Blowjobs first. Always blowjobs first. They were my favorite
part. Just the control I had over him. Having my rock hard cock being
forced down his throat. The way he would gag on it whenever he tried to
move even the slightest below the head. It always made me feel so
powerful. In the moment, I had all of the power in the world and he had
nothing. Depending on my mood, I might have returned the favor, but most of
the time, we just went on to the main event.
	We would finally make our way to his bedroom and I would throw him
down on his bed. He would get the lube from his top drawer and start
coating my now throbbing cock with one hand while he lubed himself with the
other. After I felt like he had lubed me up enough, I would plow right into
him. Sure the first few times I started off slow, but soon I learned that
we both liked it more if I started off rough.
	Screams and moans could be heard throughout the entire house. I
kept ramming into him as hard as I could and I would love it when he would
cry out like the bitch he was. When I was inside of him, that's all he was
and he knew it. Usually as I fucked him, he would jerk himself off, unless
I was feeling particularly mean. Either way, he usually came at least once,
but he usually came twice. He was a pretty small guy, but when he came, it
was usually buckets, with the second time being even larger than the
first. A normal orgasm for him would usually result in 7 shots, each
lasting about a second each and would usually shoot up to his face if I
were fucking him. That was by far the sexiest thing about him. I loved
watching him shoot those loads all the time.
	I usually finished right after one of his orgasms. With his
screaming intensifying, begging me to keep going harder and harder, begging
me to shoot my load deep inside him to breed him and his tight hole
becoming even tighter as it squeezes my cock, which is monstrous compared
to his hole. The warm, smooth tightness around my cock was always so
fantastic. He would gasp as I expanded inside him and I unleashed a torrent
inside of him. Then I would pull out of him, my cock covered in my own cum
and his juices and make him clean it off. I'd lay down and he would just
start sucking away at it.
	Either way, I go inside and my roommate still wasn't
there. Perfect, Maybe I'll be able to slip out before he gets here. I need
to do some stuff apparently before the orientation programs start. I headed
to the library to get my ID card and take my math and foreign language
placement exams. It's all in all, incredibly dray and boring. My dad has
since left to go off with the parents to go through the parent
orientation. I walk around a bit and see a group of 2 guys huddled around
playing with 3DSs. I immediately go over and start geeking out over Pokemon
for a while.
	First there is Stephen. He is a bit shorter than I am, maybe 5'10"
and thin. He has reddish blond hair and incredible light brown eyes. He is
the very definition of cute in my opinion and I melted a bit when I first
laid eyes on him. Cute guys are such a weakness of mine. The other guy,
Jordan, wasn't as cute, but he was insanely attractive. He was a person who
had muscles on his muscles. Every cut was visible on his perfect torso
thgough his tight t-shirt. . He had a rough face that seemed to scream
"fuck with me and die." However, he turned out to be kind of a teddy bear
after getting to know him a bit. They were apparently roommates for
orientation and knew each other in high school and considering rooming
together once the semester started.
	There is an announcement in the library for all orientees to head
to the auditorium. We all get to the auditorium which is filled fairly
well, but that's what happens when you have about half of an entire
Freshman class together in one space. The school has several auditoriums,
but this was was chosen because it would fit everyone and it was the most
central on campus. I ended up sitting with Stephen and Jordan while we
listened to a lecture on general school policy and what will be expected of
us in the Fall. Pretty boring things. We all got orientation schedules and
were told to head back to our rooms and our OAs will be there soon to start
doing the normal orientation things.
	The three of us head back to the dorm, but we are split up because
I am a floor below them. I finally get to meet my roommate though. Matt was
a bit shorter than I was at around 5'9" and had wavy light brown, almost
dirty blond hair. After seeing him, I become even more convinced that this
school only accepted incredibly cute guys because I have yet to see an
unattractive guy on this campus. Granted, I couldn't tell you shit about
the women on campus, but who really cares about them anyway?
	Matt just stood there unpacking some things. Granted, we didn't
have much, but he seemed like a fairly neat person and I was... well, lets
lay far from that. I was admiring how he was very neatly arranging his
bedsheets until they were perfect. I was lucky that I remembered bedsheets,
let alone bothered to make sure they were perfectly spread out on my
bed. This was going to be fine for me, but probably not so much for him.
	"Hello?! Is anyone there?" Matt asked, breaking me from my
daydream.
	 "Shit, yeah. Sorry. I'm Nick" I said shaking his hand.
	"Well duh! I figured that one. Our names are only kind of on the
door." He was a sarcastic little shit, apparently. I liked that though. I
usually like a tad of sarcasm so it would work well. I decided to unpack my
stuff as well because I just rushed out of the door before.
	I could feel his eyes digging into me as I started to very
carefully remove my stuff from my bags and dump it all over the floor. I
haphazardly threw my bedding together and I thought he was going to murder
me right then and there. It was kind of amazing.
	"Aren't you going to fix that?" He asked, I could hear the
franticness in his voice.
	"what's the problem with it? I can't see one." I said, shooting him
a smirk. He just glared back at me and continued doing his thing. Next
thing I know, there's a knock at our door. "It's James! Your OA! Meet in
the lounge at the end of the hall in 5 minutes!"
	"Ready to go?" I asked Matt.
	"No." was all he said and went back to doing him.
	"See you in a bit, then" Which he ignored. I hope I didn't make him
too mad. I get that he probably has OCD, but still. I don't feel too bad. I
enjoy fucking with people so we're probably not going to be too friendly
after orientation if he can't take that.
	I walk down the hallway and enter the lounge. I see a whole bunch
of faces that I've never seen before and they all seem to be best friends
already. I just do what I normally do in a situation like this: completely
breakdown and not talk to anyone and give myself in to my social
anxiety. It really was a miracle before that I managed to go up to Stephen
and Jordan. I wish they were in my orientation group.
	The group was a mix of men and women with two people wearing the
Orientation Advisor polo in the front of the lounge. They had us all sign
in on a sheet to make sure that everyone was there, but there were still
some people that we were waiting for. The last person to walk in was Matt,
who seemed upset. I would have to make a note to talk to him later and
apologize, something that I rarely do.
	We go about doing orientation things, introduction games, getting
to know each other activities and such. We were basically going until
dinner time, and then we had a bit more freedom. I finally got to meet up
with Stephen and Jordan again. They were still mostly keeping to themselves
which I was fine with. Less I had to share with other people. I couldn't
help but feel like a bit of an outsider when interacting with them,
however. They were incredibly close friends, apparently best friends since
elementary school.
	We just spoke about random things at dinner. Asking majors and
such. Stephen is a Biology major (like so many people) and Jordan was a
Psychology major. I, on the other hand, am still undecided. I know I want
to go into something with science, either Biology or Chemistry, but I'm not
entirely sure either way. Luckily for me there's a lot of overlap in those
fields so yay for me, I guess. We finished ingesting the barely edible
"food" that the school has and then continued on for another hour or so
separated doing more boring orientation things. We finished up with that,
and were told to get to sleep fairly early tonight because we would be
woken up at 7:00 the next morning to create our schedules for the fall
semester, but then we would have the rest of the day to ourselves to get
acquainted with the other Freshmen.
	That's exactly what I did. I went to my room and decided to wait
and see if Matt would come back any time soon. I decided to text Noah in
the meantime, let him know how things are going. It was just then that I
realized that I had forgotten to text him all day.
	N: Hey!  :)
	N:Hello?!
	N:Where are you?
	N: Are you okay?  Each of them were spread about an hour
apart. Shit. I finally text him
	Me: Sorry! I've been really busy today :/
	N: Yeah, sure, you go away to college and you think youre better
than me :P
	Me: Oh, you know me. Start getting myself educated and I don;t have
time for you "commoners"
	N: I'm gonna slap you when you come home -.-
	Me: Love you :D
	N: No.
	Me: Please?
	N: Ugh. Fine <3 Love you too
	Me. I need to get to sleep though. I'll talk to you tomorrow!
	N: You better!
	Me: Yes, mom :P
	N: shut up and sleep you jerk.
	Me: Tehe :) Gnight!
	N: Night!
	Sometime in the middle of all of this, Matt walked in and saw me
smiling like an idiot.
	"Girlfriend? I know that smile on anyone. It's definitely a girl."
	"Umm... no. It's not. It's my boyfriend, actually." I see him
recoil slightly at that.
	"Oh" He says slightly confused. "Good for you then, I guess."
	"You have a problem with that?"
	"No. It's just that I, um, I didn't expect you t-to have a.... I
mean I didn't." He was struggling to get through this, but I was
patient. "You're gay?! You look so straight though!"
	"Well. I can inform you that I'm not straight in any way. Are you-"
	"No!" He cut me off right away. He then stared at his feet.
	"Look, I obviously don't care if you are." I try to comfort him.
	"I'm not a fucking fag now leave me alone." He said strongly. I
just raised my hands and said sorry for trying to help. I could see him
shaking. There's no way he's not.
	"You want a drink?" I asked him, pulling out a small glass bottle
filled with vodka. I had brought it on the slim chance that I would get
invited to a party so I wouldn't seem like a loser.
	"What? You want to get me drunk so you can rape me?! No thanks." He
snapped at me.
	"Alright. Guess I'm drinking alone." I pull out a shot glass and
pour one for myself.
	"Ugh. Fine. I'll have one I guess. You shouldn't be this pathetic."
He takes the shot and we both down it together. My first taste of alcohol
beyond a small amount of champagne at a wedding or two. It hit me like a
ton of bricks, but I would never let him know that. He seemed to take it
and enjoy it a lot.
	"Oh how I've missed this. Vodka is my favorite, but I haven't been
able to drink all summer." He tells me, asking for another shot. I pour
each of us another, and we both down it. We start talking about other
things. School, home life and everything else you could think of. It's
about an hour later, around 12:30AM. We've both had three by now and I'm
really starting to feel it. He seems to be much better off. We had gotten
on the topic of video games and he had one on his laptop he wanted to show
me. He got off his bed, grabbed his laptop and sat right next to me.
	Our thighs touched as he started playing. He kept his laptop lower
towards his knees, giving me a perfect view of his crotch. He was only
wearing boxers and a tee shirt like I was because of the heat. Both of our
boxers had buttons so there wasn't likely going to be anything peeking out
which was upsetting. I may be in a relationship, but I get what I can. He
wanted another one, so we both had another shot. That's when I started to
black out. I don't know what I said. I think he realized how out of it I
was and he started asking weirder and more personal questions. He asked me
how big I was. If I had sex before. How often. Then I remember seeing his
dick slip out and feeling his hands on mine. I lost another few minutes and
he had his head between my legs. I lost more time and then I remember him
fucking me. I remember feeling like I was being ripped in two. I remember
seeing it, but I can't remember any details about it. All I remember is
waking up, my lower back and ass sticky with cum.

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Well, that's it for this chapter. Those were my first attempts at writing a
sex scene so please let me know what you thought! I don't know how regular
I'm going to be uploading, but I can guarantee that feedback will probably
increase the likelihood of me updating because I always get in the mood to
write whenever someone mentions my writing so please send feedback, even if
it's a short little thing. Please send comments to theshyguy64@gmail.com.
Stay happy and spread love, my friend :)