Zach dropped me off at work the day after Christmas then headed back to his parents until New Year’s Eve, It was 8:00 when I finally left work after a ten-hour shift and started walking home. I hadn’t eaten all day and was hungry, so I moved at a fast pace to get back to the dorms and dig into the leftovers Mom Nicholls sent back with me. The streets between work and the campus were quiet since most the students were still home for the break. I could feel my St Joseph medal bouncing against my chest as I walked. It made me think about my time with the Halls. They were good people, and we had a great time together, but it went by so fast. I was NOT looking forward to being alone in the dorms.
I got to the dorms a little before 8:30, there was no one in the lobby. I went up to the fourth floor, there was no one on our floor or the floor below where the girls lived. It was quiet and creepy. I went to our suite and locked the door behind me, once I got in my room, I did the same thing. I changed out of my work clothes and into my sweats, opened the fridge, made myself a plate of leftovers and put it in the microwave. I ate my dinner on my bed and pulled up a movie on my iPad. I knew I’d be alone in the dorms this week, but I didn’t realize how quiet, lonely, and creepy it would be. I hated it; I should’ve gone home for the break.
I called Cam and talked for a while, I could hear the excitement in his voice as he told me all about his holiday and his impending move to Milwaukee. In less than a week we’d live in the same city again. He mentioned Adam several times. It really sounded like the two of them had found a confidant in each other, I started to think how different Cam’s semester might have been if they could have built that relationship a couple of months sooner. I quickly shook that thought and got back to being present for Cam. After our call, I called Zach.
My call with Zach was more somber. I missed the fuck out of him and hated being in our suite without him. I finally hung up about midnight and went to bed. The next several days were the same… work 8-12 hours a day, eat by myself in my room, call Cam, call Zach, go to bed. Then work 8-12 hours a day, eat by myself in my room, call Cam, call Zach, go to bed. Then work 8-12 hours a day, eat by myself in my room, call Cam, call Zach, go to bed. The good news was that I was putting in the hours and making overtime, so I’d be able to put some cash away. As I was walking home on the 30th I thought to myself ‘just one more night alone before I get to spend New Year’s Eve with Zach.’ That thought kept me moving.
I called Zach on the way home from work, just hearing his voice made me feel better. I hung up with him about a block away from the dorms and was trying to decide on which flavor of instant soup to make with my sandwich for dinner. I had polished off all the leftovers a couple of days before. Lost in my thoughts, I mindlessly exited the elevator into the dark, empty lounge of our dorm house and walked to our suite. I put the key in the door, flipped on the lights and a low, sultry voice said “Hi. I thought you’d never get here.” It scared the living fuck out of me! I jumped in startled surprise and dropped my keys. My heart was pounding as I looked toward the voice. THERE WAS ZACH!!!!! He was lying on the couch wearing nothing but a T-shirt and a pair of skimpy black briefs. He had been sitting there in the dark waiting for me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I exclaimed as I dropped my backpack on the floor and ran to hug him as tight as I could. “You scared the shit out of me!” Tears were streaming down my cheeks and my heart was pounding to get out of my chest; I was so happy to see him! I had been so lonely, and I missed my man.
“I couldn’t stand your voice on the phone the past couple of nights, you sounded so lonely and sad. So, I came back… and I made us dinner.” He said, I looked over his shoulder and saw dinner set up on the little coffee Table. Lasagna, salad, garlic bread, even a chocolate cake. He let go of me, went over to the coffee table and lit a tiny little tealight just like he did on our first date.
“Mom said the leftovers would hold you for the rest of the break.” He whispered into my ear as I held him captive in my embrace.
“So, you’re staying for the rest of the break?” I asked excitedly.
“No. I just came back a day early for our New Year’s Eve date. I’ll go back home on the first for a couple of days, then I’ll be back, and we can start our second semester together.” He said still whispering. I was hoping he was back for good, but I could live with two nights for now.
I jumped in the shower to wash the long shift off me, got into my briefs and a T-shirt and joined Zach in the candlelit lounge for an intimate dinner. We sat on the floor and ate at the coffee table; the food was amazing! “Your mom made this, didn’t she” I said with a smirk.
“Nope, I did it!” He said with a proud smile. “She supervised and gave me tips, put I did it all… including the cake. Which is why it looks like shit.” He laughed. He was right, it was ugly as sin, but tasted awesome.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” I said as we cleaned up the remnants of our feast and put the leftovers away. “This week has sucked without you.”
The next day was New Year’s Eve. “When do you work tomorrow?” Zach asked.
“Noon to eight” I said, “then I took new year’s day off to help Cam move in. I put in a full week plus more than ten hours of overtime. At least I can put some money away” I said.
“Was it worth it?” Zach asked. I didn’t know the answer to that question. Yeah, there would be money in my bank account, and I had some cash from tips, but damn it was a horrible week of working and being lonely. I just shrugged at the question. “Hey, let’s make popcorn, go down to the common lounge and watch TV in our underwear” Zach said laughing. “When will we ever get this entire dorm to ourselves again?” God he was a goofball, but I loved the fuck out of him. Who the hell would’ve thought the nerdy little church boy from Texas would fall in love with the hot little jock from rural Wisconsin? Whatever… all I knew is that I loved him.
Zach grabbed a couple of beers and headed to the common lounge to turn on the big screen TV while I made popcorn. We sat on the big couch in our underwear snuggled under the blanket I had grabbed from my bed. The empty dorm didn’t seem so lonely or creepy anymore. As we watched some stupid rerun on Nick At Night I snuggled against Zach. We were sitting side by side with his arm around me and my head on his chest. It had been several days since we were together, and to be blunt, I had been too exhausted to even jerk off. I had a five-day load brewing in my ball sac and begging to be set free. I rested my hand on his thigh, my fingers lightly grazing his package through the light, silky fabric of his briefs. He grew hard fast! My light grazing turned into stroking, soon I pulled his throbbing member out of its confines and laid down on the couch with my face in his crotch. I was under the blanket and inhaled deeply “God I missed your smell” I said involuntarily making him laugh. It was funny to him, but I was serious, his scent was an aphrodisiac to me. Fuck it just did it for me! I went into a feeding frenzy licking and sucking his cock and balls, inhaling deeply as I did. My cock was hard, and my hormones were in charge. FUCK! I was expecting a night of instant soup, a cold sandwich, and being alone. Now here I was with my belly full of lasagna and my mouth full of the man I loved. My world went from shit to awesome as soon as I unlocked the door to my suite that night… and it was all because of Zach.
I continued my assault on him for a long while, savoring his scent, taste, and texture. God, I had missed him. I came out from under the blanket and kissed him then said, “Stand up.” Zach looked a little disappointed that I stopped my attack on his cock, but saw the lust in my eyes and knew it wasn’t over yet. He stood up, I turned him a round then pushed him forward. He was bent over the couch with his briefs at his ankles, he stepped out of them. “Take off your shirt” I commanded. I wanted my hot little jock naked. I got my wish! He was naked and bent over the couch in the middle of the common lounge and completely at my disposal.
I looked around, the elevator was just a few feet away, the balcony was above us with several suite doors that opened into this space. I hadn’t seen a soul all week, but it was still a public place, and someone could walk in at any moment, that just added to the excitement.
“Hey. If I’m naked out here, you are too” he said looking over his shoulder. I lost my shirt and briefs and we both stood naked in the middle of the lounge where our dorm mates hung out. His perfect ass was in front of me. I dove in and attacked his sweet little pucker. I couldn’t get enough; I devoured his ass like a ravenous tiger eating its prey. I rubbed my face in his crack as I pushed my tongue deep into him. I smacked his ass several times as he yelped and begged for more “Eat that hole, baby. Eat my fucking hole!” He said in a deep, carnal voice that echoed through the empty room and down the halls. His left hand steadied his perfect body against the back of the communal couch while his right hand forced my head deeper into his hole.
We were both so lost in our lust that we didn’t even hear the elevator door open. I jumped about two feet when a cold hand grabbed my balls and a voice said, “It’s about time you guys let me in on this action” the words were slurred. Zach jumped up; I jerked my head back to see who was grabbing me. It was Matthew.
“What the fuck, Matthew?!” Zach yelled as he fumbled for his underwear. I grabbed the blanket from the floor and covered my naked body.
“C’mon you guys. You know you want to play with me” he said with slurred words. He was drunk as hell; his booze-breath filled the air as he stumbled around trying to grab any part of us he could. Matthew’s parents lived less than an hour away from campus, he had come downtown to party with some friends and decided to sneak into his room to sleep it off instead of trying to drive back home (at least he was sober enough to make that decision). He left his car downtown and took an uber back to the dorm.
“You can both fuck me if you want” he slurred. Zach had a look of shock on his face, and I went instantly soft. “One of you can fuck me and I’ll suck the other one’s cock” he stammered out in his drunken stupor. “Shit” he slurred “You can even try to DP if you want.”
“Matthew you’re drunk” Zach said in a firm voice.
Matthew chuckled and growled, “Yup, and horny as fuck.” He grabbed me on both sides of my head and tried to kiss me, I pulled back and Zach lunged forward pushing him onto the couch.
“We said no!” Zach said firmly, as he looked down on Matthew and straight into his eyes. Zach put his hand around Matthew’s neck as he said slowly, clearly, and loudly, “We. Said. No.” The hand around his neck and the cold words seemed to sober him up a little.
“Um, er…” He stammered. “I was just playin’, shit you guys are no fun.” He struggled to stand up then stumbled towards the winding metal staircase that led up to the rooms on the fourth floor. He was too drunk to make it up on his own.
“C’mon” Zach said, and we each grabbed an arm an led him to the elevators. “Let’s put your drunk ass to bed.” We dragged him to his room, he was drunker than we had realized. We got to his room and Zach fumbled around in Matthew’s pockets for his keys, of course Matthew pushed his hips out and tried to get Zach to fondle is limp, whiskey dick. He was drunk as a skunk but still trying to get laid. His horniness knew no bounds. Zach found his keys, we got into his suite, led him to his room and he fell onto his bed and almost instantly passed out.
Zach and I looked at each other then, Zach said in a very serious voice “Well, who’s gonna fuck him first?” We both started laughing out loud.
“What the fuck was all that about?!” I asked, then we joked about it as we took off his shoes and tucked his drunk, passed out body into bed. Zach put the key on the nightstand, then we shut off the lights, locked the door and exited the suite. We went down to the common lounge to grab our blanket, shut off the TV, and clean up. “Well so much for that plan” I said as we headed up to our suite.
As soon as the suite door shut (and locked in case Matthew woke up again), Zach stripped and bent over the couch, he reached back pulling his ass cheeks apart exposing his sweet, pink hole “Where were we?” he asked. He didn’t have to ask me twice. I pulled my shirt over my head, dropped my briefs, and kicked them across the room, then dove my face back into the sweet hole and lapped up its musky perfection. Within seconds Zach was moaning and writhing again, shoving my face deep into his crevice and begging for more. I reached under him and stroked his engorged cock. “Fuck, Seth. FUCK!” He yelled as we got lost in our world of lust again forgetting all about Matthew’s interuption. I smacked his ass for good measure, and he yelped out a “Yes!” I ate him out for so long that my tongue was tingling and felt strained, I had to pull back from my favorite treat. I was on the floor, on my knees behind him and he was still bent over the couch. As soon as I leaned back, he rolled off the couch, spun me onto all fours on the floor, knelt behind me and started to give me the same treatment I had just given him. Oh my god, his tongue was deep inside me, lapping at every pore. He licked up and down my crack, breaking every now and then to lick my hole, then letting his tongue tease my balls. Then he leaned back, licked a finger, and inserted it as I moaned loudly. He was gentle at first, then got rougher, forcing his digit in and out of my tight hole. Finger fucking me. After several minutes of that he licked my hole some more, then sat back on his knees and lined up his cockhead with my spit-moistened pucker.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear “Can I?” as his cockhead knocked on my backdoor begging for entry.
I pushed my ass back and responded, “You better!” With only his saliva for lubrication he entered me. He pushed all the way in with a slow, steady thrust until his balls stopped at my ass. I could feel his hanging testicles touch mine, that added to the eroticism of it all. Zach fucked in and out of me with long, steady strokes. We weren’t in a hurry and were both enjoying every movement. Our moans were loud and guttural, I kept begging for more and he kept telling my how tight and hot my hole felt gripping him. We fucked for about twenty minutes or so before he started to pump faster and harder and I slammed my ass back in response. We went from a playful, loving encounter to an inflamed, passionate fuck and I loved it. Zach spit in his hand, then reached around and stroked my cock, I lasted maybe six or seven strokes before I screamed and shot my load on the old, dirty, stain resistant carpet. When I shot, my sphincter grabbed Zach’s cock tight and squeezed. That’s all it took, but instead of shooting inside me, he pulled out and moved in front of me to shoot on my face (that was a new move) and without thinking I took his cock in my mouth and swallowed his load.
Oh my god, I thought, that was just up my ass. It wasn’t gross or dirty, it was fucking hot and amazing. Zach was still buried down my throat and gripping my head when he said “I didn’t expect you to suck it after it was up your ass” then he giggled a little. I reached up and kissed him “There, now you’re tasting my ass” he just laughed.
We got up and took a shower together, then cleaned up our mess off the floor and went into my room. We were both naked and shivering as we huddled tightly into my tiny bed, his muscular arms holding me tight. His body heat warmed me and made me feel loved. The last several nights had been so lonely, and now I was back in Zach’s arms. I let out a heavy sigh of contentment and drifted off to sleep.
It was New Year’s Eve morning, and I woke up in Zach’s arms. I just laid there loving it for a while until he stirred and kissed my neck. He mumbled a good morning and I mumbled one back. Slowly we got up and got in the shower together, then got dressed.
“So, what’s your plan for today?” I asked.
“I’m taking you to Ma Fischer’s for breakfast, then dropping you off at work. That’s it.” He said pulling his shirt over his well-developed chest. “I might do some shopping and run a couple of errands; I need a new pair of jeans.”
“What’s the plan for tonight?” I asked.
“Dinner together downtown, I got reservations for 10:00 at that revolving restaurant on top of the Hyatt. You can see the whole city form there” Zach said. “I’ll pick you up from work at 8:00, that gives you time to get ready without having to rush too much.”
“That sounds awesome!” I said, I know it’s a little dorky, but I really was excited about it.
“Then, just the two of us kissing at midnight” he added.
“Perfect!” I said as I kissed him on the cheek. I grabbed my backpack and was about to head out when there was a light knock on the suite door. Zach opened it and there was Matthew.
“Um. Hi” he said quietly barely able to make eye contact “Um… I’m really sorry you guys.” I was thinking ‘you fucking should be’ but just glared at him. Before he could say more Zach cut him off.
“You were drunk dude. We shouldn’t have been out there anyway” then Zach hugged him. I used to think that I was the nice, forgiving one of the two of us and Zach was the tough guy, but over the holidays I had seen a different side. He forgave Sean, now Matthew. Zach had a good heart.
Matthew had a relieved smile on his face “Thanks for being cool about it. I um, didn’t know you were here, I thought I’d be alone and then when the elevator opened and I um saw you guys there, um, I um…” He was stammering.
“How about we forget that ever happened. We were going to go to Ma Fisher’s for breakfast before I drop him off at work” Zach said nodding his head towards me as he said ‘him.’ “Come with us and then I can drop you off at your car downtown.” Matthew accepted the offer and was appreciative.
We all went to breakfast together and we got to know Matthew a little better. He had always just been ‘the other gay guy in the dorm.’ I didn’t know much about him. By the end of breakfast, he felt like a friend. Zach dropped me off at work and then headed downtown to drop Matthew off and go shopping. Work was uneventful. Andrew, my manager, handed me a fifty-dollar bill at the end of my shift and said “Seth, I couldn’t have made it this week without you. Thanks for filling in for everyone.” He didn’t need to do that, but it was greatly appreciated. When I left the store Zach was outside, sitting in the car with the heater blasting, waiting to take me back to the dorms. I showered quickly and put on a sport coat, then we were off to the restaurant.
The view was beautiful, and the food was great. Even though the place was busy as hell for New Year’s Eve, it was still very romantic. It was about 11:30 by the time we jumped in the GTI and drove along the lakefront and back towards the dorms. When we got to the East side, instead of turning left to take us to the campus, he turned right into a dark, secluded parking lot by the lake. He parked the car “What are we doing?” I asked.
“Follow me” is all he said as he grabbed a blanket and a bottle of champagne out of the hatch. We walked down a beaten path to the rocks that bordered Lake Michigan. We climbed the rocks for a while until Zach found a nice, big flat one and he laid the blanket down. We sat down on the cold rock with the biting Wisconsin cold blowing though us. The rocks sheltered us a little, but it was still freaking cold. Zach tried to light a couple of candles he had in his pocket to enhance the mood, but the wind didn’t like his plan. We sat there in the dark quiet, with only the sound of the partially frozen water below us. After sitting on the blanket, leaning against the other rocks with my head on his shoulder for a few minutes he said, “I have one more present for you.”
He pulled out a tiny box from his coat pocket and said sternly “This is NOT what it looks like.” He opened the box an in it were two small, black steel rings, I could hardly see them through the darkness. Zach used the flashlight on his phone to show me, then picked up one of the rings.
“This is NOT an engagement ring or a promise ring or anything like that. I’m calling these reminder rings.” Zach said trying to explain his thought. “The other night on the phone you told me that the one thing that made you feel less lonely was thinking about me… remember?” I nodded “I feel the same way. It’s too dark to see the inscription on yours, but it says, ‘Zach is thinking about me’ I want you to remember that you’re always on my mind too.” Then he paused and asked, “too cornball?” He had the cutest, twisted look on his face as he did.
I laughed “No. just the perfect amount of cornball!” then I hugged him.
“I got myself one too so that we’d be connected” he added. “Seriously, these rings are cheap as fuck. The engraving cost more than the two rings put together, so don’t overthink this” He laughed, doing his best to downplay his gesture.
“What does yours say?” I asked.
He laughed at that. “Nothing. I felt stupid giving myself a ring and having it engraved.”
I laughed back at my goofy, sweet boyfriend and said, “Maybe I’ll get it engraved for you later when I figure out what to say.”
He smiled at that “I was kind of hoping you would” he said, then kissed me. It was almost midnight; He popped the bottle of Champagne and took a swig. “I totally forgot glasses he said.” We put the rings on the middle finger of each other’s right hand, then he passed me the bottle, and I snuggled up against him before I took a swig.”
At midnight we kissed under the unscheduled, unofficial fireworks going off around the shoreline.
“I love you so fucking much, Seth.” Zach whispered after our perfect kiss.
“I love you too, Zach” I said, never meaning anything more in my life. “This is going to be the best year of my life.”
“Until the next one, then the next one” Zach said. “I plan on making every year your best.
To be continued…
