I always had an overwhelming attraction to a guy from my Physiology class named Manuel, so when he invited me to study with him so we could prepare for the upcoming finals, I was more than a little excited.
I had first met Manual at the beginning of Freshman year in Biology 101. He had been one of the first students through all my first semester classes that I thought was half attractive.
He was tall, athletic and Hispanic, and around my age, which was not my usual type. When he smiled you could tell he was a heartbreaker, but he didn’t seem to know just how hot he actually was, which I’m guessing came from growing up in a large Catholic family and having several siblings and cousins that rivaled him in good looks.
When I first met him, he and I partnered up on a class project in Biology, and I enjoyed his sense of humor and humble attitude. He would always make me feel like I was special. He seemed to understand that I was a bit awkward and shy around him, and he’d go out of his way to put me at ease in his presence.
One day during our Physiology class, the instructor had made it very clear that we were to about to enter the big leagues, and if we wanted to pass the class then we had to get a high score on the final test.
Manuel approached me after the class ended, stack of books and papers in hand, and ask me if I wanted to meet up with him that afternoon and study.
I couldn’t have been more overwhelmed at the time, being a TA in my Cultural studies class, and having to wait tables on the weekends.
I told him that I would have to let him know later that day, and I walked away toward my next class elated, and then deflated, realizing that I didn’t even have his number.
When I finished my final class later that day, I put all my things in my oversized backpack and walked to the outside the campus Gymnasium where I kept my bike locked up.
As I was steadying myself on my bike, about to hit the pedals and take off I heard someone calling my name.
Of course, I nearly fell off the bike, and as jumped to the side to catch it before it came crashing down on top of me, I heard my name being called again. I looked around half embarrassed, hoping that no one saw me when I heard the voice again coming from the gymnasium entrance.
It was none other than Manual, wearing a tank top and basketball shorts, looking like a sculpted Mayan God, coming down the sidewalk towards me in a half jog.
“Hey, I’m glad I caught you!” he said as he came up to me in fully animated sweaty hotness.
“Hey Manuel.” I said trying to get myself together and not look so unathletic as he stood there smiling, his bright clean teeth glistening, as his deep dark eyes looked me over.
“So did you still want to study later? It’s okay if you can’t, but I really need to pass this class.” He said earnestly, and without breaking eye contact.
“Uh yeah sure, want to meet up at the Research Annex later?” I ask him as I struggled to keep myself from looking at his biceps, and the sweet glistening off of his chest, as I stood there awkwardly fumbling with my bike while trying to keep my heavy backpack from pulling me over.
“I was thinking you could meet me at my place?” he said with his eyes now slightly drifting down at my legs.
I had been wearing shorts for the first time since Spring had begun, and started I feel self-conscious about being so damn pale.
“Uh sure, where do you live?” I ask, making sure that I wasn’t going to have to go too far, as my main means of travel was the bike I was holding, while also thinking about how It didn’t really matter, because I was willing to go anywhere if I could get this guy alone.
“I just live over at Sullivan Hall right on the other side of campus, what’s your number?” he said taking out his phone from his waist band and readying himself to type it in.
I gave him my number and told him to text me so that I’d have his number, and we agreed to meet at 8’oclock that night.
On my way home I fought off fantasies of what he’d look like with those gym close off, and his biceps wrapped around me, realizing that there was not a chance in hell that I’d ever get that far with him, but still reveling in the thrill of being invited to his dorm room.
Manuel was on the varsity basketball team, and I think he was also in gymnastics, but I never really ask him what he was into before that day.
When I got home, I showered and shaved and got myself cleaned up in every way possible. Just the possibility of being over in the dorms with all of the jocks motivated me to kick it up a notch.
I had been on somewhat of a hiatus from sex since earlier in the year. My Cultural Studies Professor had become sort of distant to me, after he had taken me home one night, and had his way with me, but I wasn’t too upset, because even if it was a one-time thing, there was always the possibility it could happen again.
I got a text from Manual around 7 asking if we could meet up closet to 9 and my heart sunk.
Just like a hot jock to blow me off, I thought trying to keep myself together, while lying on the couch and staring at the clock.
“Sure.” I answered, sitting up and deciding to grab a beer from the fridge.
After a few beers I started to calm down and I brushed my teeth and then headed out the door, walking down the three flights of stairs to retrieve my bike from the entryway.
“Ok sorry, I’ll be there at 9:30. It’s okay if you don’t want to come” his text read after I had gotten my bike out of the front door of the apartment and walked out onto the sidewalk.
The air was cooling off and I stated to regret wearing my shorts and a t-shirt without bringing a jacket.
After reading Manuels text, and having my doubt that I would even be going over to study, I decided to go down the street to the Pub that I had been frequenting for the past few months, thanks to my Professor Mr. M.
When I walked in the place was dead as usual and I sat at the bar among two other older patrons and ordered a Makers and a beer from the old grumpy bartender Fred, who was always there.
I threw down a few twenties and then gulped down my whisky, feeling a devious energy come over me. As I drank my beer, I scrolled though social media and waited until it was close to the time I was supposed to be studying with Manuel.
“Hey, I’m home now if you still want to come over?” a text flashed on my phone, and I realized that I had forgotten my notes at the apartment.
“I don’t have my notes, but I can be there in a few.” I text back thinking that there was a possibility that he would call it off.
“That’s okay, I do ;)” he text back. I looked around the empty bar. There was nothing better to do, hope he doesn’t mind me being a little tipsy, I thought as I walked out the door and went around the corner to retrieve my bike from the alley.
On the way I started to shiver from the cooler temperatures, and as I approached the dorms that Manuel lived, I became more motivated to get inside.
I locked up my bike outside the old budling, and walked up to the front door, which had a buzzer for each room. I hit the number on the pad and the door clicked open.
Inside the entry hallway of the aging building, which smelled exactly like a dorm room of sweaty boys, I became Immediately relieved to have gotten out of the early Springtime night air, and I trekked up the stairs to the third floor to find Manuels dorm room number.
I knocked.
The door opened and Manuel was standing there in a nice dark colored golf shirt and shorts, barefoot and looking at me with his gorgeous dark eyes and his big charismatic grin.
“Come in” he said as he waved his hand towards what was a crackerjack box of an apartment. It had two beds on each side of the room, a few dressers, a few windows and a desk with a lamp that was the only light in the room.
“Hey, sorry I forgot my notes.” I said stepping in and hearing him close the door behind me as I ask him if he had a bathroom.
I had been drinking so much beer that I immediately had to relieve myself, which made me feel a bit embarrassed, but when you gotta go, you gotta go.
“Yeah, there’s one to the right.” He motioned towards the closet size bathroom that was there in the corner.
When I came out of the bathroom Manual was sitting on the edge of his bed with his hands to his sides behind him, his legs spread wide open and his demeanor a bit hard to read.
“Is your roommate going to come home soon?” I ask him as I stood there nervously, looking for an invitation to sit somewhere, and not knowing if the other bed was available.
“Oh no, he’s out for the night, he has a girl he stays with most of the time.” He said looking casual, and not in any hurry to crack a book.
“Oh” I said sitting on the bed across from him and rubbing my hands together to get warm.
“So, you want to go over the notes?” I said looking around the room and seeing the stack of books on the desk by the window.
“Uh yeah sure.” He said standing up and walking over to rifle though his papers as I sat there as I looked at his ass in the dim light, trying not to think about what I had been thinking about earlier, him stripped naked and me worshipping his hard tan body.
“I think these are my notes” he said handing me the notebook and sitting next to me on the bed, causing me to reflexively shift myself away a bit so that our legs didn’t touch.
He moved in closer as I looked the notebook over and brushed his legs on mine.
“This is hard to read, are we going to review everything? or do you want me to quiz you on what I think will be on the final?” I said trying to get down to business and wanting nothing more than to get down to business, trying to move my leg away once more from his crowding.
“Have you been drinking?” he ask me as he leaned back on his hands next to me, revealing his muscular thighs to me as I tried to concentrate on his notes.
“Yeah, I had a few before I came over” I admitted, looking over at him to see him grinning at me with his handsome face looking amused.
“I didn’t think you were the type to party.” He said sitting back up sort of nervously as he nudged my arm with his elbow.
“I’ll have a few from time to time, but I don’t to party very often.” I said blushing a bit, as I sat the notebook down on my lap, and looked back over at him with a slight smile.
“That’s alright, I had a few earlier myself” he said and stood up and went over to retrieve a bottle of vodka from the floor behind his bed.
“This is all I have” he said as he handed me the bottle and sat back down next to me.
“Oh thanks” I replied, taking the bottle and opening it up and taking a drink, and then handing it back to him.
“Are we going to study?” I ask him as I watched him take a big drink and start to breath it out, as he sat it on the desk.
“Well if you want to?” he said cryptically, leaning back on his hands again, and showing me his crotch and thunderous brown thighs, while looking over at my legs.
That was when I started to realize that I might have a chance with this tan muscular stud.
“You play basketball?” I ask him, trying to change the subject, while setting the notebook down on the bed and then leaning back on my elbows to turn and face him.
“Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay on the team though.” He said grabbing the bottle again and taking another drink and then passing it to me.
“Why’s that?” I said sitting up and taking a swig and handing it back.
“My grades haven’t been so good this year.” He said leaning back again and casually rubbing his crotch.
“That’s why you need to study for these finals” I said regaining my composure and grabbing the notebook to quiz him.
“I’m sorry Jesse, I’m pretty drunk right now, can we do it another night?” he said exasperated, while sitting up again and scooting in close to me, his leg brushing against mine once more.
The electricity stated to crackle, and I felt his hand on my leg.
“Yeah sure.” I said feeling his hand remain on my leg just a little too long, as I sat the notebook back down and patted him on the back as if to say ‘it’s okay buddy, I’m there for you’, when he reached down again and started to feel my thigh with his big long fingers.
“Thanks for coming over, I like you Jesse.” He said as he came in close to me an attempted to kiss me.
I moved a back in surprise and he missed, awkwardly kissing the side of my cheek, his hand still on my leg and the heat budling up between us.
I turned my head towards him and we nuzzled each other for a moment as the tension built up, and he reached his big muscular arm around me while the other hand worked feverishly on his crotch.
His smell was tantalizing, and as we embraced and started to kiss, our mouths opened, our tongues dancing together.
I reached my arm around behind him and pulled him in close as we kissed, feeling his hard muscles flexing as he excitedly went to pull his shorts off, my other hand rubbing my stiffening cock in anticipation.
He pulled away and removed his shorts, giving me a full view of what I had been secretly hoping for.
His dick was impressive and fully erect, as he lay back on the bed and exposed it to me, looking over at my thighs and crotch as he stroked it.
“Oh shit you look so fucking good in those shorts!” He said to me as he lay there holding it while pawing at my thigh.
I removed my shirt and then my shorts keeping my eyes on his exquisite body as he removed his shirt, scooting back a bit further on the bed to lean against the wall after he was fully undressed.
“Mauel?!” I whispered in disbelief as I feverishly moved over next to him fully naked, stroking my concrete hard cock with one hand, and taking ahold of his thick brown 6’’ rod with the other.
I soon moved in, and crouched beside him so that I could nurse on his shapely superb meat stick, devouring the whole thing instead, and causing him to groan with approval.
“Oh, shit Jesse! That’s some good fucking head! No mas por favor” he said as I went down and up and licked the tip, then again burying my face in his black musty pubes as his perfect cock went down my throat, feeling his holding my head with both hands and pulling me away.
“Oh god damn, that’s the best fucking head!” he cried, out of breath and holding onto my head for what was to be more of the same.
“I want to fuck that butt!” he said eventually pulling me off of his dick and getting a moment to reach around me and grab my ass cheek.
I’ve always had a nice round bubble butt, and when It gets noticed, well it get’s noticed.
“Oh fuck!” I said not really sure if I wanted to let him go all the way, but when I felt his hand on my whorish teen bubble butt I started to realize that this jock wasn’t going to let me get away without letting him have his way with me. He had obviously been thinking about my ass and when he called me over there to study, he knew that what he really wanted was to fuck my white bouncy bubble butt, and hard.
I left his sweet dick and moved my ass around on all fours so that he could see it.
I deviously looked back over my shoulder and wriggled my hips and bounced my buns around for him as he crept up behind me and started to eat my ass.
It was a good thing I had cleaned up I though, as I felt him pressing his face into my butt to lick my sweet shaved pink hole, while his big muscular hands massaged my plump buns, pushing them to the side with his thumbs so he could hungrily eat my ass.
I bucked wildly, getting so fucking hot I thought I might cum right there. I reached back and gently pushed his head back feeling his short stiff hair as he grunted and then released my drenched hole from his eager tongue, next getting up on his knees behind me and working the head of his cock into my wet hole as he steadied himself on the bedroom wall.
As I lay face down with my ass in the air, I felt him grab my hips with both of his muscular hands and slide his raging brown cock into me.
I started to moan uncontrollably as he pushed it in further and further, pulling it out again and then making a second attempt, this time getting it to slide in, causing us both to simultaneously groan in bliss.
“Oh fuck Jesse, that ass feels so good!” he said as he drove it in all the way and then out again, slapping it against my crack as he squeezed my buns together around it before putting is back into my sloppy wet teen hole and making me go crazy wanting more.
“Fuck yeah Manuel!” I said as he turned into a rabid dog, fucking me frantically from behind as I bit into the bed sheets and tried to muffle myself.
Slap! Slap! Slap! The sound of a good healthy red blooded college boy pounding the ass of his college study buddy in a small dorm room on campus probably didn’t go unnoticed, but at that point I didn’t care who heard and I was arching my back in full pleasure while screaming “Fuck me, Manuel! Fuck me harder!”
The eruption from his cock happened after several minutes of him fucking me so hard I thought I was going to pass out. He was relentless, and his stamina was much more impressive than I’d ever experienced having only entertained mostly much older men.
“Jesus Christ!” I cried out, as I felt him squeeze my buns with his varsity basketball player grip while he shot his load inside me.
“Oh fuck yeah Jesse! Fuck yeah!” he said pulling his cock out and leaving me feeling empty and shaky.
“Oh shit!” I said sitting back against the wall on my wet dripping ass while jerking myself off as he watched in anticipation.
“Oh yeah!” he said as I shot ropes of cum all over my stomach and chest.
“I hope this isn’t your roommates bed” I said as I finished and took the t-shirt from him to wipe myself off.
“Oh shit, yeah it is.” He grinned and sat down to put on his shorts.
“Get dressed” he said as though he was in a hurry.
“Oh okay” I said and scooted off the bed leaving a trail of cum like a slutty snail.
“I don’t want you to think that I do this all the time, I mean I’m not really gay” he said as I got dressed and put on my shoes.
“That’s okay, I’m not going to tell anyone.” I said now feeling kind of hurt that all of the sudden he was acting guilty, as I started to head for the door.
“No, I mean, that was fucking insane, but I don’t know what happened” he said as he came up behind me and stopped before opening the door.
“I understand, you don’t have to worry about it. I liked it” I said starting up into his deep dark gorgeous eyes.
“I liked it too” he said and then opened the door.
“I hope I can still help you study?” I said as I started to walk out.
“I’ll call you okay” he said acting distant and shy all the sudden.
“Anytime” I said giving him one last glance and a smile.
I rode my bike home that night feeling impervious to the chilly night air, thinking to myself, as I cut through campus, that I should probably add hot closeted college athletes to my list of sexual proclivities, I mean after that who could ever blame me.
