Buck

A Note From the Author: Sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter out, everyone. I don't get much time away from my job, and it's quite difficult to make the time to write when I am working. Nonetheless, here is a new chapter! As always, let me know what you think. My email is 48deekross@gmail.com.

Buck and I carried the last load of things in from the car. We found my parents putting things away, trying their best to help me get settled.

"Guys, I can unpack myself. Y'all don't have to do it for me."

"We just want to help you get settled, sweetie." Mama wasn't going to let this one go. After today, she knew I'd be doing most things on my own, and she wanted to be involved one last time.

My dorm room wasn't half bad. It was fairly long and narrow. Two beds that could be lofted, two desks, a dresser, two closets that were each covered by a curtain. I lucked out and got the dorm that was suite style, meaning I would share a bathroom with my roommate and two other guys in the room next door. I was glad; I didn't particularly feel like blasting ass into a communal toilet where everyone could hear.

"When is your roommate supposed to get here?" My dad asked as he maneuvered my bed into a different position.

"He told me he wouldn't be here until around 4." I looked at my phone and saw that it was just after 1. He wouldn't arrive for a few more hours.

"I hope the two of you get along," Mama said as she put some folded clothes into a dresser drawer. "Your dad and his roommate hated one another."

"We didn't hate each other, just didn't see eye to eye." My mom gave him a look, causing both Buck and I to laugh.

Buck had driven over from the university he was attending to help me move in. He was about an hour and a half away. His school allowed students to move in about a week earlier than mine, so he'd been there for a minute. I was glad to see him when we arrived; it felt like forever since he'd left.

We'd made it through the rest of high school with only minor bumps and bruises, so to speak. We didn't tell any other people about our relationship, and it seemed to work out just fine. I have a hard time believing that at least a few people didn't pick up on it; we were doing practically everything together by senior year. I suppose to outsiders it just looked like two guys who were best friends.

Maybe I'll go back and write about the rest of high school at some point. Losing my ass virginity to Buck. Going to homecoming, ditching our dates, and fucking in the woods. Going to prom, ditching our dates, and fucking in my truck. Getting caught fucking by my dad (that one I don't particularly feel like reliving).

For now, though, I'm going to write about our first experiences away from home and away from one another.

I convinced my parents to head out about thirty minutes later. They had a four hour drive home, and I wanted them to get on the road early. Mama teared up as they left, but Dad seemed to hold up just fine. (Mama told me later that he did cry some on the way home. That big pansy.)

As soon as we were back in my dorm room, Buck grabbed me and kissed me hard.

"God, I thought they weren't ever gonna leave. I needed that."

"Seems like you need something else to me." I grabbed my crotch suggestively. He raised an eyebrow and smiled that crooked smile.

"How'd you know?"

"Please. A week away from this dick? I knew you'd be dying for it."

He laughed, leaned in for a kiss, then turned around and put his hands up on the wall. I found my toiletries bag, inside of which I had stashed away the lube. I grabbed a towel, too, because having lube on everything is not fun.

I admired his ass, giving it a firm rub through his shorts. I popped it a couple times, too, causing Buck to inhale sharply. I quickly slid his shorts down and revealed his tight, furry mounds. I bounced them with my fingers before spreading them to reveal what I've come to refer to as my happy place.

"You showered today?" I asked.

"Nope."

"Perfect." I dove in face first, instantly hit by the smell and taste of his musky ass. His love of ass had rubbed off on me over the years. We both loved eating and smelling each others' ass, especially when they weren't freshly showered. Mind you, I didn't want it to taste like shit; I just wanted it to taste like man.

"Oh yeah, tongue my hole Lee. Get in their deep." He moaned and grunted and pleaded with me for the entirety of the time I was down there. I just kept licking away, stopping occasionally to take a huge sniff of his most intimate area.

"Ready for my cock?" I asked as I stood.

"Oh yes, please." Since he was a hair taller than me, putting it in his butt while standing could be awkward. We had, however, figured out long ago what angle he needed to be at to make it happen.

He bent a little lower and pushed his ass out while I quickly lubed up. My dick had been semi-hard all morning, but it was full mast and ready to go now. I used a finger to find my mark and pushed in without much trouble. (We had stopped using condoms at some point senior year when we realized that neither of us could have HIV or any other STD.)

I began to rail him pretty hard. Over time, I had come to realize that Buck liked to be both submissive and dominant. When he was in a submissive state, though, he wanted to be used hard. I didn't give him any slack either. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back as I slammed my cock into him over and over again. In between whimpers, his kept saying the most filthy things (he was quite the dirty talker).

"Oh yeah, fuck my butt Lee. Fuck my shithole. Ram your pecker into me. Oh yeah. Rail my hole. Fill me up with your cum. Oh yeah fuck me hard."

I can't accurately portray his dirty talk in written form, though, because I can't convey the urgency and neediness that accompanied it. He was such a good little bottom when he felt submissive, and I loved it.

I smacked his ass hard before leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

"You like my cock, don't you? Stupid little bitch, you crave my dick in your ass don't you?" He groaned a reply. I pulled my dick all the way out and rammed it back in, all the way to my balls. He practically yelped when I did it, so I brought my hand up and covered his mouth.

"Damn, I knew you loved my dick in your asshole. Must feel good to make you yell that loud."

I stayed like that for another moment before leaning back and grabbing his hips. I was ready to blow, and I wanted good leverage to do it. I pivoted hard and fast, slapping my body into his each time. Before long I felt it coming.

"You ready for my load?"

"Yeah, dump your load in me. Fuck me hard!" I didn't need any further encouragement, and with a large groan and a few more thrusts, I sprayed my load inside of him. I fell forward onto him, completely worn out from screwing him so hard. His ass muscles eventually pushed my softening dick out.

"That... was good." He said, turning around and pulling his shorts up.

"Yeah." I walked over to a desk chair and plopped down, not sure that my legs would keep holding me up. "You're not gonna cum?"

"I did." He pointed over to the wall he had been standing against. Sure enough, there was a splattering of spunk running down it.

"Well, I guess this room has officially been marked as mine!" I said with a laugh.

Buck left not too long after that. He needed to get back to school, but he promised he'd come back the next weekend to hang out. I continued putting things away and trying to get settled. I wanted to be basically finished by the time my roommate showed up.

We had found each other on the online platform set up by the university. His name was Mitch. I had been looking around on there for a while, hoping to find someone whose profile didn't include "love working out, looking for a workout partner." It seemed like every guy on there had some iteration of that. I wanted to try and run more in college, but I knew I wasn't the "workout" partner type.

When Mitch messaged me, I had basically given up hope of finding someone on my own; I was just going to let the system pair me with someone random. Mitch's profile had nothing special on it, but it also did not include the aforementioned message. We chatted a bit before he finally asked if I had found someone to room with. I replied no, and he quickly asked if I wanted to sign up to live with him. He didn't seem crazy in the messages, but it's easy to hide that kind of thing when the conversation is not in person.

I went to Facebook and searched for him. It didn't take long to find him; the bright red hair in his profile picture stood out among all the rest. He was a ginger no doubt, but he didn't look crazy. Despite the hair and his generally scrawny body type, he wasn't a bad looking guy, either. I went through his pictures and some of his posts (this was back before there were so many options about privacy). It turned out that he ran cross country for his high school and liked some of the same music that I did.

Throwing any leftover caution to the wind, I messaged back and agreed to room with him. We chose the same dorm options when we applied and, luckily, got our first pick. That had all taken place back in March. We had texted back and forth since that time, becoming better friends as time we on. I only hoped that it would last when we finally met in person.

Mitch and his dad showed up a little while after 4. I had gotten all my things put away and was lying back on my bed when I heard keys in the door.

"Hey man!" Mitch said as he walked into the room, throwing a back across to the other bed. I put my hand out, but before I could say hey, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a hug. Talk about a first impression. "So glad to finally meet you."

"Yeah," I said, trying my best to hide how offput I felt, "same. You guys need some help carrying things in."

"That would be great," his dad said, walking up to me with an outstretched hand. "Chuck Dawes, nice to meet you Lee." Mr. Chuck was a fairly short man with a small belly and thick, dark mustache. There wasn't a single bit of grey in his hair despite his being at least in his late forties.

We all headed back downstairs. Mitch led the way, practically running down the hallway. As he rounded the corner to the stairwell, he jumped into the air and smacked his feet together. I laughed, and Mr. Chuck just shook his head.

"I hope you know what you've signed up for."

It took us about an hour to bring everything in from Mitch's car and from his dad's truck. The last thing we brought up was a large box filled with the things we'd need to put together a futon.

"I'm gonna run down and grab my tools so we can put this together. I'll be right back." As soon as his dad was gone, Mitch turned to me.

"Where's your man?"

The question caught me off guard, though it shouldn't have. I had been pretty open with Mitch early on about the fact that I was gay and had a boyfriend. His hometown was far enough away from my own that I figured telling him wouldn't hurt.

"Uh, he headed back to his place earlier."

"Damn, was hoping I'd get to meet him and tell him what I'd do to him if he ever hurt you." I suppose the look I gave him said it all because he laughed and continued. "I'm just messing with you. But, just so you know, I'll chop his dick off if you need me to. Just say the word."

He seemed very comfortable around me, way more comfortable than I would have imagined. I expected things to be a bit awkward for a while, but they really weren't. I came to find out over the next four years that Mitch never met a stranger. He had this way about him that really put everyone at ease.

His upfront comment about Buck's dick threw me off for a second, but I quickly countered.

"No thanks, that's my favorite part of him."

"Dude, gross." He looked at me very seriously as he said it, and my heart immediately fell as I panicked about crossing a line. Before I could begin profusely apologizing, he smiled and threw a pile of shirts at me. "Do me a favor and put those in a drawer for me."

I did as he asked, smiling as I did it. He seemed like a really fun guy, and I hoped that the year would go well. I really, really didn't want to end up in a situation like my dad. Living in the same room as someone you hate sounds like I'd rather be slapped in the nutsack.

Once Mr. Chuck returned, we all sat down and began working on putting the futon together. It wasn't easy; neither I nor Mitch had any real knowledge of how to use tools. Mr. Chuck seemed skilled enough, but he was just one man and had two clumsy assistants. I found myself wishing Buck were with us. He would have been able to help much more than either of us fools. It probably would've taken about the half the time.

He wasn't there, though, and it took us somewhere around 45 minutes to get the thing put together.

"Damn, that was difficult enough. Damn Chinese instructions." Mr. Chuck walked around, picking up the plastic wrapping that many of the parts had come in. "You boys want to go find something to eat?"

We both readily agreed, and, before long, found ourselves sitting down to eat in a small restaurant downtown. It was a good dinner, and Mr. Chuck refused to let me pay for my own meal. We parted ways there, Mitch and I choosing to walk back to our dorm and explore some along the way.

We talked a great deal on the way back. I found out that Mitch's mother hadn't come with them because she was an alcoholic, a fact that he freely admitted. His parents were still married, and his father's large income funded his mother's problem.

"Dad doesn't really know what to do about it, though, and I just try to ignore the fact." He shrugged his shoulders as he said it, but he didn't seem to feel sad about it. He had either gotten over it years before or was very good at keeping the emotions down.

He had a younger brother who was the same age as Jackson. He and his brother were actually running partners, and his brother was well on his way to becoming an allstate runner.

"Yeah, little fucker. Already way better than I am, and he still has so much time to grow. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for him. I just wish I was that good."

"Well, at least you have the drive to do it. I can't seem to make myself actually get up and go running."

"Oh come on, you've gotta be doing something to stay that skinny." He reached over and poked at my stomach. I recoiled, cursing him as he flitted away.

"You're a fuck, you know that?"

"Why yes," he responded with a grin, "yes I do. A fuck whom you are going to live with for the next year."

I rolled my eyes as he bounded through the front door of our dorm. He was certainly energetic, that much was for sure. We both scanned in through the lobby and made our way back to the room. It was getting close to 9, and I was beat after the long day (we had left home around 7 am).

"I'm gonna grab a shower. Some of my friends from high school are going to hang out tonight. You wanna come with me?" He was pulling his shirt over his head as he spoke. His stomach and chest were both well defined, though I attributed that to his being so small to begin with. His pale skin really matched the ginger hair as well.

"I don't know man, I'm pretty tired." I responded as I climbed up onto my bed. When he and and his dad had arrived, we made the decision that both of our beds should be lofted. It would give us more room and open the place up.

"Oh come on!" He practically whined as he slipped out of his shorts. "It's your first night away from home and you're gonna go to bed at 9? What the fuck is that?"

Had it been someone else, I might have taken a little bit of offense to what he said. But I wasn't really paying much attention to it. I was far more focused on his boxer briefs. A sizeable bulge poked out in the front, and I couldn't help but stare. I hadn't imagined he would practically undress in front of me. Even Jackson and I were pretty modest when it came to getting undressed. I hadn't seem him naked since he was a kid.

"Hey, asshole. I'm up here." He pointed toward his face. I snapped my eyes up to him, instantly feeling bad.

"Sorry Mitch, I didn't mean... Just caught me off guard."

"What do you mean?" He turned his head to the side, much like a dog would. I couldn't tell if he did it on purpose or if he didn't even know he was doing it.

"Just didn't expect to see you in your underwear, that's all."

"Oh, well, we are gonna live together man. You're probably gonna see a lot more than that." He laughed and turned toward the sink. I just lay back on my bed, willing my half erection to die down.

After a couple minutes, he turned back from the sink.

"Hey, Lee?" I picked my head up and looked down at him.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Does me being in my underwear make you uncomfortable?"

"No, it doesn't. I just didn't expect it, I guess."

"Would it make you uncomfortable if I walked around naked?" It was a question I wasn't expecting, and I really didn't know how to respond to it. I sat up, quickly playing out possible responses in my mind. Before I could answer, he continued. "I only ask because I'm trying to follow my dad's advice. He told me that we should try to lay down some ground rules early on. I tend to just do my thing without really thinking about other people."

"Yeah, that seems like a good idea."

"So, underwear is fine but I shouldn't do naked. Got it."

"No, no, you can walk around naked if you want." The fear of responding too quickly hit me fast, and I tried to recover as best I could. "I mean, it won't make me uncomfortable. I just don't want you to be uncomfortable. You know, since I'm gay."

"I told you before man, that doesn't bother me. Whatever you need to get your rocks off."

"So you wouldn't mind being naked in front of me?"

In response, he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and dropped the underwear to his ankles. His cock was pretty big, even when it was soft. And on such a scrawny guy! I couldn't believe it.

"Nope, don't mind at all."

"Well, okay then." I tried to look at his face and not stare at his cock, but it was hard. The thing was so much bigger than my own. I was honestly more fascinated than turned on.

Okay, maybe a little turned on. My own dick was pretty hard by that point, and I couldn't imagine it would settle down easily.

"So what are some other ground rules we need to set?" He asked as he turned back to the sink. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but the boy was taking an awfully long time to get in the shower. From that angle, though, I could see his ass, and I wasn't mad about it. Not as round or as furry as Buck's, but still a nice butt.

"What about sex?"

"What about it?"

"I guess I mean do you plan on having sex with people? Like are you gonna be hooking up a lot?" He turned back around and held his hands out.

"Look at me, Lee. There aren't exactly going to be a bunch of girls lining up to have sex with me."

"Oh come on, look at your cock!" I didn't really think about it before I said it. I was trying to think of something positive to say following that negativity, and it was just the first thing that came out. I felt myself blush. "I mean, I didn't-"

"Yeah, I mean I haven't ever had any complaints," he went on as if nothing had happened, "but you can't just walk up to a girl and be like `I've got a 9 inch dick, want to have sex?' You'd get slapped for sure."

Nine inches. Damn, that thing was big.

"Okay, but what if you do want to hook up with someone. How should I handle that?"

He thought for a moment before responding.

"I guess we should just make sure to be upfront with each other. Like, if we know it's gonna happen, make sure to tell the other one in advance. And if it happens out of the blue, I guess just text as soon as we can. That's the only thing I can think of. I really don't want to do the sock thing on the door."

"Yeah, good call."

"Sound good to you?"

"Yeah, I think that's fine."

"What about jacking off?"

The question had crossed my mind, but it seemed a bit awkward to ask with him standing there naked. Hell, everything seemed a bit awkward with him standing there naked. I needed to get over that, though, since it seemed like it would happen pretty often.

"Same policy?" I couldn't think of anything better to propose.

"Eh, I don't really want to tell you every time I jack off."

"Good point." We both sat for a moment, thinking quietly. "What if we just try to do that when the other one is out?"

"Gonna be kind of awkward if we walk in on each other, but that could work."

"Do you do it often?"

"Usually every night."

"Yeah, me too, unless Buck is over." I laughed.

"Would it bother you if I did it while I was laying in bed?" It did seem weird. Him laying in his bed beating off, me in my bed just listening. He was a really open guy, I was finding out.

"Yeah, I guess that's fine... Are you sure you're okay with doing that around me though?" I just couldn't get the thought out of my head. A straight guy who was okay not only walking around naked in front of me but also whacking it while I was in the room? Something seemed off.

"Lee, I told you. It doesn't bother me. My dad taught me to be an open, understanding guy. Whether or not it is a good thing, I've never really thought much of personal space."

"Then yeah, do what you want Mitch. It won't bother me."

"Cool."

"You got anything else?"

"Yeah. Don't fuck with my toothbrush." I laughed loudly before agreeing.

"Same goes for me. Don't rub it on your balls or anything."

"Yeah yeah, I'll try to resist the urge. I'm gonna shower man. You gonna be ready to go when I get out?"

"What?"

"To hang. You're going with me to hang out with my friends, remember?"

"But Mitch, I-"

"Okay yeah you probably do need to shower first. I'll be fast and you can shower after me." With that, he closed the door to the toilet/shower area, and I heard the water start. It seemed he wasn't going to take "no" for an answer.

Looking back, I'm pretty glad he made me go with him. I ended up having a great time and met some really cool people. We were at a house near campus that was rented by two guys a year older than us. Mitch had run XC with them in high school. There were several other people there, too. About half were from Mitch's high school, but the other half were from various other places like me.

The night was something of a party, though I didn't see alcohol anywhere as I walked around the house. People were just hanging out, talking and goofing around. There was a big game of Mario Kart going on in the living room, and most everyone seemed tuned into that whether they were in the room or not.

I'm not exactly a social butterfly when I'm sober, so I stuck pretty close to Mitch for the first part of the evening. As time went on, though, I found myself talking with other people even after Mitch had run off. I even got roped into playing a couple rounds of Kart, though I sucked terribly at the time.

Around 1, I finally called it quits and told Mitch I was headed back to the dorm. I really was dog-tired and needed to get some sleep.

"Okay man, get back safe. Everyone say bye to this bitch!" He shouted out into the house. Several people came over to say goodbye, and I left feeling pretty good. Crawling into my bed back at the dorm felt even better, though, and I slept like a log, not even stirring when Mitch got home.

The following week passed in pretty much the same way. Classes wouldn't start until the following Monday, so all of the freshmen students had time to familiarize themselves with the campus and culture of the city. Mitch and I continued to do pretty much everything together, though I quickly made friends with other people in our dorm. Our suitemates both seemed cool, though they very much fit the the jock stereotype.

On Thursday, Mitch invited me to go back with him to Dustin and Trevor's house. When we got there, I saw many of the same people from the last time I had been there. The biggest difference was that this time there was alcohol at the party. Apparently, the person who normally bought for the group had not gotten back into town until that day.

We had a great time, and I felt myself being pulled into this friend group. Dustin and Trevor were both really nice guys. Both tall and lanky, the very obvious build of long distance runners. Becca was a girl from Mitch's high school who seemed really nice, and she could really pound back some liquor. I was surprised, but soon found myself cheering her on along with several other people. She drunkenly told me her life story on the back porch that night, and, from that point on, we were close.

Mitch grabbed me at one point during the party and practically dragged me to the kitchen. A shot glass was shoved into my hand, and I felt Mitch snake his arm through mine.

"Roommate shots!" He was so close to me, I could smell the liquor on his breath.

"Oh God dude, I could light your breath on fire."

"Yep, but now it's time for you to take a shot with me. Ready?"

I looked down at the shot glass. The liquor was clear, so it was most likely vodka. I would have infinitely preferred a beer, but such is life. I looked up at him and raised my eyebrows in a way that said "let's get this over with."

"Down the hatch!" He shouted, and we both threw the shot back. I spat as soon as it was down, feeling the burn as it made its way toward my stomach.

"God that's terrible."

"Here, wash it down with another." He pushed a second shot glass into my hand and didn't give me time to respond. I downed it as well, feeling as if I were going to ralph any second. I bolted for the back porch and stood on the edge. Two shots in a row. I knew my body couldn't handle that.

"Mitch never did know how to pace himself. Here, drink some of this." Trevor had followed me onto the back porch and handed me a cup. "It's just sprite, don't worry." I tossed some back and washed the taste of cheap liquor from my mouth, instantly feeling better.

"Thanks man. I appreciate it."

"No problem. Glad I saw you running out the door." He laughed as he sat down on the edge of the porch, hanging his feet off the side. I quickly followed suit. "I saw Becca catch you earlier, too. She tell you about the time she almost won Homecoming Queen?"

"Yeah," I laughed, "she did."

"She's a riot. Love her." He bumped my arm with his elbow. "You play your cards right and the two of us can be eskimo brothers."

"Really?"

"Yep." He said with a proud smile.

"Ha, I doubt that'll ever happen, but good to know."

"What makes you say that? It's not that hard. I mean, I love her, but she likes a good ride."

"Oh, I, uh, I'm gay." The silence afterward was jarring. My sexuality hadn't come up with this group, and I wasn't exactly used to coming out to people. I really, really feared that his reaction wasn't going to be as positive as all the others had been.

"Oh, my bad man. You just don't seem gay. It's cool, though!" He added the last part quickly.

"Yeah, sorry to just drop that. Didn't mean to throw you off."

"Na, na it's cool bro. Just didn't know. Guess I don't really know any gay guys actually."

"Well, now you do." And just like that, I had come out to someone else at college. His positive reaction, coupled with Mitch's, really gave me the confidence that, no matter what happened with other people, I would always have some people on my side.

The rest of the party went well. I drank a little more but really tried hard not to go too crazy. Trevor had indeed been right about Mitch, though. The poor boy really had not done a good job of pacing himself, and I pretty much drug him back to the dorm. Luckily, the house was fairly close by. It was going to be a really bad day if we got stopped by campus police on the way back.

I had to really prep Mitch before we went inside. I had heard that if the people working in the lobby thought you were drunk, they would call campus police on you. All we had to do was walk in and scan ourselves in. We didn't even have to talk to them. Just a straight line, hold our hands up to the machine, and walk in. Simple.

Mitch somehow managed to fuck up the hand scanning in his drunken state. My stomach fell, and I quickly helped him before scurrying off with him in tow. Luckily, the girl working that night didn't even look up from her laptop. Score.

Once in the room, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed. Mitch fumbled around at the sink for a while before finally stripping naked and attempting to climb into his bed. His first two attempts were unsuccessful.

"Lee, Lee! Come help me." He slurred the words as he yelled them out.

"What do you need?" I sat up and looked at him.

"Help me into bed. I can't."

I rolled my eyes and climbed down. He was completely naked, and I wasn't sure how to go about helping him without touching something I shouldn't.

"Just hoist, hoist me up."

"You're naked."

"Man you're a pussy. You scared of touching my dick?" He grabbed it and wagged it at me.

"Jesus Christ, just get into bed asshole." I pushed him toward the bunk, grabbed him by the ass, and pushed. I wasn't really annoyed with him, but I was ready for his drunk ass to fall asleep. I couldn't even really focus on the fact that I was touching his ass. He fumbled his way up onto the covers while I flipped the light off and climbed back into my own bed.

"Hey Lee." He whispered after a couple minutes. I breathed a loud sigh.

"What Mitch?"

"Look."

I looked over at his bunk, which was backlit by the only window in the room. I could see the silhouette of his dick very clearly. He was waving it back and forth, leading me to believe he was semi-hard. My own dick started to chub up at the sight.

"Bet you want a taste of this don't you." He giggled.

"Oh fuck you Mitch. Put it up and go your drunk ass to sleep."

"I'm gonna whack first." He laughed really loudly after this, apparently thinking this was so much fun.

"Have fun man, I'm going to sleep."

"Awh, you're not gonna watch?" The feigned sadness in his voice made me roll my eyes once again, and I chose not to respond.

I did, however, continue to watch what he was doing. In his drunken state, I don't think he really thought much about me after I didn't respond. He kept waving his cock back and forth, and I watched as it slowly became more stiff. The thing really was big. Even though all I could see was a silhouette, I could tell.

He next grabbed it with two hands and began to pump up and down on it. Like me, he seemed to be fine without using any lube. My cock was raging hard at this point, watching him pummel his dick with two hands. I didn't want to jack off, though, because I thought it was weird to get off while watching my roommate.

He continued to pump away, though, pretty much forgetting that I was there. I could hear him breathing pretty heavily and, as things got farther along, grunting. He was really enjoying himself apparently.

He eventually reached down and grabbed his sack with one hand. The other hand moved closer to the top of his dick and focused on his head. I couldn't see what he was doing to his balls in the darkness, but, apparently, it did the trick.

His body tightened up, he grunted loudly, and I saw a rope of cum shoot out of his dick. He continued to jerk sporadically and grunt for the next ten or so seconds, and I was entranced the entire time. As he came down from his orgasm, he took his softening cock and smacked it against his belly several times. I'm not sure what it was for, but it was so hot watching that big piece of meat flop around.

He wasn't awake long after that. Between the alcohol and the orgasm, he knocked out. I myself didn't follow him by much.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower being turned on. I just lay there, blinking as I tried to wake up. The night before had been fun, if not a little weird. I looked over at Mitch's bed and saw that he wasn't there, meaning it was mostly likely him that was in the shower. A couple minutes later, he came out.

The only problem was that he wasn't wet nor was he in a towel.

"You didn't shower?" I asked groggily.

"Na, just turned it on to cover up the sound. Just had some awful liquor shits man."

"Oh, thanks for sharing."

"Anytime." He moved over to the dresser and started fumbling around. "I'm gonna go for a run. Wanna come?"

"You feel up for a run?"

"Yeah, after blasting all of that out of my system I feel fine. Come on, get dressed."

"I didn't say that I wanted to run."

"And I didn't pretend to care. Get up." I appeared that I had been roped into being a workout buddy despite my attempts to avoid it. The run itself wasn't bad; Mitch didn't make me run a super long distance. We just did a slow mile and a half. I was very out of breath by the time we got back, but I ended up being glad I had gone.

The rest of the day was spent pretty lazily. Buck was due to show up around 7, and I was really looking forward to it. Mitch was excited, too. I assumed the two of them would get along pretty well since both were goofballs.

Buck showed up pretty much on time, and, after dropping his things off in my room and introducing himself to Mitch, we went to get dinner. We found a cool little place downtown and had a nice time. I relayed everything from the last week, and he did the same. Since we were both busy, we hadn't been texting and talking as much as we did before. It didn't seem to bother him, though, so I wasn't going to let it bother me.

"So you like Mitch pretty well?" He asked as we were finishing up.

"Yeah, he's a really fun guy." I had neglected to tell Buck about Mitch jacking off in front of me. He didn't seem to mind the fact that Mitch walked around naked (he even seemed to think that was cool), but I wasn't sure that he'd have the same reaction about the guy beating it in front of me. "He's introduced me to a bunch of people. I think they're doing something over there tonight if you want to go. It'll be fun!"

"Didn't y'all just have a party last night?" He asked eyeing me.

"Since when have you ever been mad at drinking?"

He threw his hands up playfully.

"Oh I'm not mad, just making sure I'm following the story. Yeah, sounds like a fun time. Will I fit in okay?"

"Of course. They're all really chill people. Plus Mitch will be there, and you already know him."

"I don't really know him, though. We just said hey to each other, and then he told me he would chop my dick off."

"Seems pretty friendly to me." Buck raised an eyebrow, and I simply smiled in return.

The party was just getting started when we got there around 10. I immediately struck up a conversation with Trevor and Becca, introducing both of them to Buck. He and Trevor fell into a conversation about turkey hunting, something I was vastly unqualified to talk about. I chose instead to grab Becca and head for the kitchen.

"God, he's cute." She said as I grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"Yeah, right?"

"I would've never pegged him as gay." She said, looking back around the corner to where he and Trevor were talking.

"Oh but you thought I was?" I asked, feigning hurt.

"Oh hush. You know what I mean. He's so..."

"Masculine?"

"No, not even that. Just... country? That's not the right word either. I'm not sure."

"Well, either way, he definitely isn't straight."

"Too bad. He looks like fun." She winked at me.

"Hey now, back off. He's all mine." We laughed and continued talking in the kitchen for a while. The conversation revolved around getting settled in and getting ready for school. By the time Buck turned the corner into the kitchen, I had downed two beers and was working on a third.

"Mind if I grab one?" He asked, moving past me to get to the fridge. I quickly jumped in front of him.

"What's the password?"

"How about `move bitch, get out the way'?" I laughed and followed orders, allowing him to grab something to drink from the fridge.

"Jesus, I've got to pee already. I'll be back." Becca turned and sauntered off, leaving us in the kitchen alone. The noise from everyone in the living room was pretty loud, though, and I assumed the Karting had gotten fired up.

"Don't leave me alone again." Buck whispered after he swallowed about half his beer.

"What?"

"You left me in there by myself. I felt so awkward."

"You've never felt weird around people."

"Well," he raised his eyebrows, "I don't know. I don't feel like I fit in with these people. Everyone here is so... I don't know."

"What are you talking about? You and Trevor were just talking about turkey hunting. That's way more than you've ever gotten out of me."

"Yeah, and then he practically made me sit down to play that racing game. That shit was so hard."

I had to laugh at him. I'd never seen this side of him, but, the more I thought about, the more I realized I'd never really seen him outside of his element. I mean, anytime we hung out with people, it was mostly people he'd been friends with before. He was fine around Chett, too, but then it had only been three of us when they'd first met. Here he was surrounded with brand new people.

"What about in your dorm? Do you feel awkward there?"

"No, I guess not. Maybe at first I did. Tom helps." Tom was Buck's roommate. He was from a neighboring county, so he and Buck had several mutual friends. They also had plenty of the same interests, so they thought it would be a good pairing.

Tom did present a problem, though. Since Buck didn't want people back home knowing he was gay, there wasn't really a way for me to go and visit him. Tom seemed like an okay guy, but there was no way of knowing if he would spill our secret to the friends he had in common with Buck. Sure, I could just sleep on the floor if I went to visit, but that would just be stupid. I wasn't really happy about it, but Buck was pretty adamant that he should just drive over to me whenever we wanted to see each other.

"Maybe after a couple more beers it won't feel as weird." I offered.

"I don't know." He walked up and looked out into the living room. I joined him and saw that everyone else was focused on the four people racing. "Doesn't really seem like I'll fit in with them."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Mitch and Becca both seem to like you, and Trevor, too. I can't imagine he gets to talk about hunting very often with Dustin."

"He's the tall one in the red shirt, right?" I looked over and nodded. "Yeah, he seems more like the type to sit in his room and look at porn all day."

I swatted him.

"What?!"

"Be nice. He runs a lot. I think that's probably the only thing those two have in common, but it seems to work for them."

Buck finished his beer and crushed the can. I grabbed him another from the fridge. I really didn't want him to feel out of place, but I liked these people. They were cool, and I needed friends. No one from our high school besides me had gone to my university, and I thought it was something of a miracle that I had fallen into a friend group so quickly. I really loved Buck, but I needed friends, too.

"Just hang out for the rest of the night, okay? You can get as drunk as you want since we're just walking home. If you still don't like these guys at the end of the night, we don't have to hang out with them."

"It's not that I don't like them. They're fine, and they were nice to me. I don't know. I just feel... I don't know, out of place."

"I'm sorry. How about if I promise not to leave you alone for the rest of the night?"

"Yeah, okay."

And so that's how the rest of the night went. I stayed pretty much right by Buck's side, and he seemed to have an okay time. There were several times that I got roped into Karting and had to focus on the game. I was a little worried that this would bother him, but he ended up either cheering me on or talking to one of the other people around us. I even convinced him to play a couple times (I probably wouldn't have been successful if it hadn't been for the beer).

We left around 1, making us some of the first people to head home. Apparently, several people were just opting to sleep where they fell that night, and Dustin and Trevor seemed to be okay with that. Mitch was one of those people; he was having a large time yet again. Trevor assured me that he'd be fine, though, so I didn't feel bad about leaving him behind.

I had chosen to stay at a nice buzz for most of the night. I was still a little wary of getting into the dorm while drunk, and I wanted to make sure that Buck was fine, too. He was, though he was definitely drunker than I was.

"Feel any less out of place?" I asked on our walk back.

"Yeah, it wasn't so bad," he answered tiredly, "but that game is still stupid."

"You're just mad that you're bad at it."

"Yeah, and what if I am?"

"That makes you a bitch."

"Only for you." he quipped as he grabbed my ass. I jumped and started running, shouting something about him being a pervert. He followed quickly, though he was a good deal slower than I was.

Getting into the dorm was, again, a breeze. The girl working didn't even look up as I buzzed in, even when I flashed her my card to indicate that Buck was with me.

We stripped when we got in the room. Knowing that Mitch wasn't going to come back later, I didn't feel awkward about two of us being naked in there. I still hadn't gotten up the nerve to walk around naked in front of Mitch, but that was mostly because I was intimidated by his cock. "I'll eventually work up the nerve to do it," I told myself.

Sleeping with another person in a lofted twin bed is pretty awkward, especially when the two of you are grown boys. I wrapped my arm around Buck and nestled my body up against his. There were very few ways that we were going to be able to make it work, and this seemed like the most logical. My cock was rock hard as I slotted it in between his ass cheeks.

"Hey now, none of that."

"Aw, come on Buck, let me get a quickie."

"No sir, not tonight."

"Hmph," I pouted into his ear.

"You know when you fucked me last weekend?"

"Yeah, it was a really good one."

"Yeah, it was great until I was on the way home, farted, and cum blasted all in my underwear and shorts."

I couldn't help but laugh. The thought of that happening to him as he drove down the highway was too much.

"That's your fault!" I finally managed to respond.

"You're the one who put it up there!" he countered.

"Yeah, but you're the one who didn't go to the bathroom before you left."

"Whatever. Either way, I'm not letting you up there right now, especially after drinking beer all night."

"Fine, I guess that's a good point."

I kept rubbing my dick around his crack, though, until we both fell asleep. No way I was going to miss an opportunity to run my meat through that hairy, beautiful place.

I hope you liked this chapter. There will hopefully be a short Chapter 7 Part 2 coming out soon. That chapter will be nonessential to the story, and I cannot stress that enough. It will be a bit of an experiment into the kinky side of this relationship, and I already know it will not be for everyone. If you are worried that it might ruin your opinion of this story, I implore you, don't read it. Wait for Chapter 8.

Thanks for reading! - Derek (48deekross@gmail.com)