Thank you all for the feedback. It was nice to hear from each of you who wrote. I am not the fastest writer, but I will try to come to some conclusion with the story of Shannon in the not-too-distant future. I currently have a map for a four-part story in my head, but, since this started as a one-off, who knows where this will go? My goal is to try to finish up about one part a week from here on out... we'll see if I can actually pull that off.
I am also working on a much longer story, but I won't post anything from that until I have mostly finished everything. I am a product of binge-watching TV and hating waiting for stories to finish, so I don't want to start something that I won't finish or make people wait for very long periods of time to get to the end of the story. I'll have a few stories I am working on during the interim, just to help me not get stuck.
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I woke up slowly on Saturday morning. There was nothing I needed to do. I stood and stretched and noticed a pair of board shorts and tee shirt on my futon. I smiled at the memory of my evening with Shannon. It was completely unexpected but very hot. I hoped he didn't regret it too much this morning.
I moved slowly through my weekend. Time in the library finishing up papers and the general work of the beginning of the end of the term. Laundry. Long meals hanging out with friends. Trying to milk the last few weeks for college life.
After classes on Monday, I headed back to my room. I was planning to grab what I needed to take to the library for the evening and head to one of the dining halls for an early dinner. I noticed Shannon's clothes folded on top of my laundry pile. I grabbed them and threw them in my bag. I could return them to his room and then head to the cafeteria next to his dorm--two birds, one stone and all.
I lucked out, and someone was leaving as I arrived at the dorm, so I was able to catch the door and not have to try to get someone to come let me in. I headed up to Shannon's room. I knocked on his door and waited for a second but got no response. I tried the handle and was unsurprised that it was unlocked; most of us rarely locked our doors when we were out, especially since the school had put a swipe card system on the exterior doors last year.
I open the door and stepped back into his room. I smiled at the memories of a few nights ago. It had been incredibly sexy. I dropped my back and unzipped it to grab the clothes I had worn when I left on Friday night. I was just going to leave them on the bed. I pulled out a notebook, grabbed a pen off the desk, and started writing a quick note. <Thanks. Friday night was...> As I tried to think of the right word, the door to Shannon's room opened, and he came in, towel wrapped around his waist, still damp from the shower.
"Wha... oh, hi." He let the door close behind him.
"Just returning the clothes you lent me."
"Oh, thanks."
"I washed them for you."
"You didn't need to."
"I was doing laundry anyway."
"Ok, well, cool. Thanks for bringing them back."
"No problem. I'll head out and let you get dressed." I turned, put the pen back on his desk, and put my notebook back in my bag. As I zipped it up, I started towards the door, but Shannon hadn't moved and was blocking my exit.
"Friday was..." I arched an eyebrow, waiting for him to finish, "Well, I don't know the right word. I have been thinking a lot about it."
"I'm sorry if you are uncomfortable; you seemed into it at the..."
He put a hand on my shoulder. "Stop. I knew what I was doing. I have no regrets."
"Ok..."
"It was fun, hot, exciting... those were the words I was thinking of.
"Oh."
"Yeah. So thank you."
"I have no complaints about Friday. It was amazing."
"That's a good word."
"It isn't like I am hooking up with a hot guy every weekend."
"You think I'm hot?"
"Certainly."
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think you're hot at all." We both laughed. "But Friday night was."
"I'll take that as a compliment, asshole."
Shannon smiled; his hand was still resting on my shoulder. He took a half step closer. "Friday was really hot."
I took a step back, bumping into the foot of his bed. Shannon closed the gap and slipped his hand off my shoulder to the middle of my lower back. He looked directly into my eyes. "Um, Shannon?"
"Shit." He stepped back. "Sorry."
"Sorry for what."
"I thought... well, I hoped that maybe you would consider... um, well." He blushed and looked away.
I reached out and tilted his chin back up to face me. "Do you want to hook up again?" He nodded. "Can we talk first?" I shifted around and sat on the edge of his bed.
"Um. I guess." He sat down on his desk chair facing me. "So..."
"Well, tell me a bit more about what you are thinking."
"Um, so I guess, well, I know I like girls. But I can't stop thinking about Friday night. It was the best sex I have had in a while. Better than with Ellie."
"So?"
"Would you..."
"Would I what?"
"You know."
"I want you to say it."
"Give me a blow job again?"
"If we are going to do anything, I have a couple of things that are important to agree on. First, sex is a two-way street. I am not just going to be here to pleasure you." Shannon nodded. "And second, we both need to be comfortable with everything we do."
"Fair."
"So we are going to have to talk through this as we go."
"OK?"
"We need to check-in. I want to know that you are comfortable, and I want you to know that I am comfortable."
"Ok."
"Ok."
"So," Shannon chuckled awkwardly. "What's next?"
I stood and approached him. "May I kiss you?" Shannon reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me onto his lap. He moved one hand up and pulled my face to his. Our lips met. I was tentative, but Shannon had no hang-ups. His tongue pushed into my mouth. I pulled back in surprise. He grabbed my head in both hands, and we looked at each other.
"Do you want this?" he asked me.
I leaned back in and returned his kiss forcefully. As he held my face, my hands wandered down his torso to find the top of his towel. I slid my hands around behind his back and pulled myself closer to him.
We separated, and I kissed his jaw and neck. I lightly bit his trap and licked down his clavicle to the little triangle formed below his neck. He moaned gently as I tasted his clean skin. I slid myself back and knelt between his knees. I licked across his pec to take one of his nipples in my mouth. He gasped and rubbed his hands across my upper back. I sucked hard, stimulating his nub with my tongue at the same time. He started to pull my tee shirt up over my head. I pulled off and let him get my shirt off. I leaned back in and went for his other nipple. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand, pushing me hard against his chest. His other hand rubbed the growing bulge in his towel.
I pulled off enough to ask, "Ready for more?" He nodded, and I moved down, and after a quick plunge of my tongue into his belly button, began to nuzzle his cock through his towel. Shannon grabbed me by the armpits and stood, pulling me to my feet. He started to kiss me again. As he put a hand on the back of my head and my lower back, I slid my hands to his hips and tugged his towel off. As I let it fall to the floor, I moved my hands around to rest them on his plump buns. I pulled his hips forward and pushed his rapidly stiffening cock into me.
He pulled back. "Let's get more comfortable." He kissed me again and backed me toward the bed. When I felt it hit the back of my knees, I quickly spun us so he was the one with his back to the bed. I got in one last squeeze of his butt before I pushed him to seated. He reached up and unbuttoned my pants. He pushed them along with my underwear over my hips, and I shimmied to let the puddle at my feet. My erection pointed directly out at his face. He reached out and gave it a quick stroke. I once again dropped to my knees between his legs.
As I started to move my head toward his cock, Shannon placed a hand on my chin. "Um, would you..." he started. He bit his lower lip and looked a bit concerned. "Since Friday, I've been thinking about... Well, um, can you..."
"Spit it out, now."
He swallowed. "Would you lick my ass again? I can't stop thinking about it."
Instead of responding, I slid my hands behind his knees and pushed his legs up towards his chest, exposing his hole again. I heard him swallow again. I breathed out and watched his hole pucker with the breeze. "Ready?"
"Please..."
I touched the soft dusky skin of his asshole with the tip of my tongue. I could feel it tense and wrinkle more deeply. I took several long swipes up his crack, from the tip of his tailbone to the base of his balls. He moaned softly each time, with a hitch in his breathing as I passed over his anus. He wriggled his hips and grabbed his cheeks to open himself up to me more.
With this, I started to focus in on my target. As I licked and probed, his body reacted subconsciously. His hole quivered, clasping and relaxing. As I tickled the center of his star, his hole opened and let the tip of my tongue in. Shannon gasped sharply as I pushed deeper. I reached up and stuck a thumb inside his mouth. Unthinkingly, he starts to suck on it.
I pulled back and spit onto his hole; I locked my lips around the area and used my tongue to push the saliva into him. I pulled my thumb from his mouth and lightly teased his hole with the flat of my thumb. His hips jumped at my touch, causing my thumb to press more deeply. His hole held firm for a moment, but I pushed a bit, and my saliva-coated thumb slipped inside of him. His sphincter clamped down hard, and he gasped very loudly.
"Be quiet," I ordered forcefully. Shannon's eyes widened. He bit down on his lower lip and breathed out. I shifted and brought my other hand to his chest. As I pinched his nipple, he moaned quietly, and I pushed my thumb into his hole a bit more forcefully. "Relax." His eyes met mine. "Push out." I could see a battle in his eyes, his body versus his self-image. I started to pull my thumb out.
"No," he whispered.
"Ok. Tell me what you want."
He paused for a minute and then quietly said, "Play with my asshole."
As I started to push forward again, he tensed briefly but then pushed to open his hole to my thumb. I watched the desire in his eyes flare. He moaned as I slowly started to move my finger in and out of him.
After a few moments of thumb fucking him, I pulled out completely. I brought my middle finger to his lips, "get it wet." I moved back between his legs and started to push my tongue against his ring aggressively. I worked hard to get him as wet as possible. He moaned around my finger as his ass relaxed under my assault. I brought my middle finger to his ass as I moved my mouth up to his penis. As I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and started to slowly jerk his cock, the tip of my finger found his hole. I sucked his cock deeper into my mouth as I slowly penetrated his hole with my finger. He thrashed under the double onslaught but managed to stay reasonably quiet.
When I found his prostate, his hips jumped, pushing his cock all the way into my mouth. A pulse of pre-cum flowed onto my tongue. I swallowed every last drop of his sweet nectar. He grabbed my head with both hands and held me. He started to use his hands to move my head up and down on his cock and thrust his hips up into me. His movement also fucked his own ass onto my finger. As I relaxed my throat, glad he wasn't too big, I flexed my finger to punch at his prostate with each buck of his hips. I brought my free hand up and pinched one of his nipples hard. He gasped and groaned. I rolled his hardened nub between my fingers. It only took a few moments before his asshole clamped down on my finger, and his cock began to spurt into my mouth. He grunted hard. I quickly swallowed as much as I could. After several shots of cum, his body relaxed. I tickled his prostate a few times to get a bit more of his sweet juice. My work was rewarded with another gush of fluid. Shannon twitched as I continued to work his sensitive cock head with my tongue.
He let me pull off his cock, and I slid my finger out of his ass. Now we were going to see how he reacted post-orgasm. He did jack me off last time, but this time, everyone was stone-cold sober. Shannon looked down at me. He reached out and stroked a finger along the corner of my mouth. His finger came away with a glob of his cum. He gently placed it in my mouth. I sucked his finger clean. He pulled my chin until I was lying on top of him. He pressed his lips against mine and grabbed my butt, grinding my hard cock into his pelvis.
Soon, he rolled us, and he was on top of me. He started to slide down me, a repeat of what I had done to him. Nibbling my trap, licking down to my nipple, and sucking like he was trying to get milk from a teet. I had to push his head off. "Careful buddy." He laughed and with a quick nip to my nipple, he kept licking down my body. He settled down to his knees on the floor between my legs, his face hovering above my cock.
"You can just use your hand."
"No. You sucked me, twice, I need to help you."
"Only if you are comfortable."
"Not exactly comfortable, but willing to try... just give me a sec."
"Ok. Take it slow. And be careful of your teeth."
"Yeah. I have felt that one."
"Wrap your lips around your teeth to be safe."
"OK." He inhaled deeply and exhaled. His hot breath wrapped around my erection. He stuck out his tongue and carefully licked from the base of my cock up to the sensitive area just below my glans several times. My cock throbbed and bounced against his tongue. He leaned a bit closer and kissed over the tip of my cock. My head flared as he reached his tongue out. He stuck the tip of his tongue into my slit. I reached out and ran my hand over his fuzzy hair, allowing my hand to rest on the back of his head.
He opened his jaw and took the head of my cock into his mouth. As he tried to start to push himself down onto my shaft, his teeth scraped along the sides of my penis. I flinched and reflexively cuffed him on the ear. "I said, `no teeth.'" His eyes flicked up to mine. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." In his eyes, I saw a flash of different emotions. Surprise, contriteness, a bit of lust, and something I couldn't quite place.
"Mmmffmfrrmm."
"What? Didn't your mother tell you not to talk with your mouth full," I chuckled.
Shannon pulled back and replied, "Sorry about the teeth."
""s ok." With that, Shannon went back to work. He got about half way down my shaft before he started to gag. He tried to push through, but soon had to pull up. He caught his breath while he licked the top of my cock like a lollipop. He brought his mouth back around my cock and started to work his way down. He got a bit further, but still had to pull off, gagging. "Just work the top with your mouth and jack the base." Shannon was not a natural talent at blow jobs. But he tried to make up for his lack of skill with enthusiasm. He worked hard and soon, the combination of his mouth, his hand, and the general excitement of the situation, I was close.
"I am going to cum soon." Shannon's eyes grew wide, but he kept his lips around the head of my cock. I pulled my cock away and started to jack myself off. I was very close. With just a few strokes I reached my orgasm. I bucked up and exploded several ropes of milky white cum across his face. As I came off my orgasmic high and the last few drops of cum dripped onto Shannon's torso, our eyes connected again. Again I read a variety of emotions in his eyes, a bit of shock, a bit of excitement, a bit of disgust, but mostly something that confused me. It almost was puppy dog eyes or adulation.
He looked so hot with my cum splashed across his handsome features. I reached out and wiped a glob off of his chin. I licked my finger. I reached down and picked up his towel. I gently wiped the cum off of his face.
Shannon shifted off of his knees and sat next to me on the bed. "Wow."
"I agree."
We both just sat there naked next to each other on the bed. Shannon turned his head to look at me, "I need another shower."
I reached out and ran my finger across the now crusted cum on his cheek. "Yeah, you do."
He stood, grabbed a clean towel from his closet. He walked over and kissed me on the forehead. "Thank you."
"Thank you as well."
With that he turned and headed towards the door, wrapping his towel around his waist. With his hand on the doorknob, he turned back to me and said, "Again that was great, but I don't think I feel comfortable with any more repeats."
I smiled and tipped my head. "I completely understand. Thanks for the good times." I stood and walked over to him. "One final kiss?" As he nodded, I reached up and took his face in both hands. He placed his hands on my lower back, gently pulling me closer. Our kiss was careful. Not the passion of impending activity, but a soft goodbye. He didn't hold back. We stood there for a few moments, tenderly entwined.
He pulled our lips apart and rested our foreheads together. "You are amazing. Thank you for how you took care of me. This could not have been better." I moved my arms to embrace him. We remained standing, chests pressed together, arms around each other, until the rhythm of our breath synchronized. We just breathed together for a few minutes. Shannon finally pulled away. "See you around." He stepped into the hall and left me standing naked in his room.
I dressed quickly and went to find a bathroom to make sure that I was presentable. I washed my face and looked into the mirror. I couldn't believe it. I had just come to return some clothing, not even expecting to see Shannon and we had ended up having sex again. I headed out and decided to go across campus to a dining hall where I thought I was less likely to see Shannon in ten minutes. I felt like we were in a good place, but I didn't think either of us needed to see each other in the dining hall right now.
That evening in the library, I was not particularly effective. I was working on a literature paper, but I barely got 3 sentences written. It was close to midnight when I simply gave up and headed back to my room.
I showered, and hopped into bed. I replayed the events of the evening several times. I was sure that I hadn't taken advantage of him. He seemed to be a willing and engaged participant in everything that had happened. But what I knew for sure was the event was fucking hot. I wondered what would happen next time I saw him on campus. Our social circles overlapped enough that I wasn't going to be able to completely avoid him for the month before I graduated. I figured that the best course of action was to let Shannon dictate our future interactions. My thoughts cycled and circled as I lay in bed. Finally, I drifted off to sleep with an open question about the evening bouncing around in my head. Maybe my subconscious would figure out an answer in my dreams tonight.