Daytime
I tried to go back to sleep, but struggled given that I kept trying to sort out my feelings for James. On the one hand, it was like an ongoing dream in the middle of the night. On the other, him showing up with Michael left me jealous somehow, wondering whether I was being used, whether I wanted to be used, what I thought of James, what his relationship with Michael might be, and almost everything in between. At the same time, I couldn't help but rub my hole every once in a while, somehow feeling very good at the thought that both James and Michael had shot in me.
I finally gave up trying to sleep, studied a bit, and headed off to classes, with thoughts of James never far from my mind. I couldn't even remember the last time I had seen him during the day, as I kept going from wonder to worry about whether he would meet me again the next morning, alone, with Michael, or who knew what.
I remained in a bit of a quiet funk throughout the morning, and as I headed back to the quiet mid-afternoon dorm. I had to at least walk into the bathroom, if nothing else to remember the early morning.
And there was James at one of the two urinals.
It was almost as if he was waiting for me. He looked at me, smiled, and pulled his long thick dick, making sure I could see it. I was drawn to him like a magnet, pretending I was there to pee as well, as he continued to stretch his dick, glance my way smiling, and gradually starting pissing.
I don't even know what overcame me. I dropped to my knees. He stopped pissing and backed into the corner against the stalls. I kissed his now hardening dick. As it entered my mouth, James put his hand at the back of my hand and started pissing as he quietly told me I better drink it or I'd end up with his piss all over my clothes.
I was shocked how much I wanted him, however I could get him. He must have been able to tell, as he hardened so quickly, and as I gulped down all of his piss. When he was finished, he helped pull me up and turned me around: "I almost couldn't sleep last night because I couldn't stop thinking about you."
And as he said that he turned me around and entered my ass: "You know this is mine, right?" I was so overcome with emotion I almost thought I was going to cry, no matter how much it might embarrass me. It felt so good to feel him inside my hole: "I love you."
My saying that made him pull me close as he unloaded in me: "I've been wondering all day whether I might have made you angry or jealous by letting Michael join us. I'm still amazed at what a slut he thinks you are, but the more I think about it the more it makes me want you."
"Now suck me off and let's go to your room and fuck for real." I forgot entirely about the risk that someone might come in and catch us, as I knelt down and quietly sucked his cum off his still hard dick, as he massaged my head and quietly slid his long dick all the way down my throat. "Just hold my dick and walk me down to your room. I don't even care if someone sees us."
Fuck. I am still shocked that I just complied. I had heard guys talking about how he must be gay for so long, and had even joined in the conversations. And here I was parading him down the hall with his wet, hard dick in my hand, even kneeling down to kiss his dickhead one more time prior to opening my door and taking him inside, at his direction, almost as if he was hoping some one might catch us. My heart was still racing, so happy that he seemed to have had the same thoughts I had had, even as he basically made me take his friend's dick.
Luck was still with me as my roommate was away. I couldn't help but wish James and I shared rooms, as we climbed on my bed, stripped entirely, and he made love to me, kissing and kissing as he unloaded once again deep in my hole, and even one more in my mouth.
"I love you too," he said, as we wrapped things up and as he had me dress him. "I do get to see you again early in the morning, right?"
We kissed again. I swallowed his tongue as deeply as I could. He fingered my ass as I did. I thanked him. My heart gradually calmed a bit.
