In the Foam

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This story involves consensual sex between two men. If you don't want to read about behavior of this type, look elsewhere. If you shouldn't read this for legal reasons or because you are deemed too young, go away.

Sorry that this update took so long. I have struggled to finish things, but I hope y'all enjoy what I came up with. I am sure that some people won't be happy with the way I have chosen to wrap this story up. All I can say to y'all is, write your own story. That is the way that your ending can be exactly as you want it.

This chapter is very long -- 50ish pages, as long as the other four chapters combined. I probably should have split it into multiple chapters, but with the bifurcation of storylines, it just didn't really make sense for it to be posted in more than two final chapters. Thanks for your patience in waiting for this to come out. I'll try not to post too many more multi-part stories when I am halfway through them in the future.

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NOTE:

I think "In the Foam" can be read in three ways -- although I imagine many of you will read both of my ending chapters anyway. There are only two weeks of college left for the main character, and graduation is where this story ends.

1. As some readers have pointed out, the story could end after Chapter 3. It is complete and whole already.

2. 4A -- this one -- is generally a continuation of the feelings of the story as a gentle exploration of two guys figuring out sex with each other without a traditional dating relationship. It's a bit of a standard tale of a senior spring romance, with minimal romance and generally just fuck-buddying. It is unrealistic but sweet.

3. 4B is an exploration of some kinkier aspects of Shannon's sexual desires. It doesn't feel to me that this would fit within the tone of the fuck-buddy, end-of-school vibe. This will fit into a more authoritarian/kink genre instead.

While you could try to read them into one story, I am writing this as a forking narrative. There will be things in these two endings that contradict each other, particularly in the timeline. I suppose I could have done a "dream sequence," but the moment I thought of that, it felt like bullshit.

Once an author releases something into the world, it becomes the readers'. I am just trying to help you understand my thinking about this story. This is now a bit of a Choose Your Own Adventure:

• If you want to see a sweet exploration of a fuck-buddy relationship between the narrator and Shannon, keep reading below.

• If you want to see Shannon's kinky desires, go to "In the Foam - 4B."

• If you are happy with Shannon getting fucked once, go read something else, like one of my other stories.

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After Shannon left, I just lay in bed for a bit before going to take a shower. As I let the hot water run over my body, I tried to figure out what the hell was going on in my life. No complaints, but screwing hot straight guys on a Wednesday evening was certainly not the norm. I had a paper that I needed to be working on, 20 more pages by next Wednesday. I needed to go to the library and work on it. I knew I wouldn't get anything done, but I had to go make an effort. I dried off, dressed, and grabbed my bag. It was 9:30 when I headed out.

I got to the library and found a desk to settle into. I opened my computer and checked my school email. Nothing of note new, but I looked at Shannon's email from earlier in the evening. It was real. I wondered what he was up to now.

I opened my paper and started to try to write something. After about 25 minutes of writing, deleting, rewriting, and redeleting, I opened my notes document to try to at least plan some things out. I looked at what I had identified as needs. I jotted a few ideas and looked for holes that needed filling. I noticed a few bits of history that I needed some sources to clarify. I headed to the card catalog stations and found a couple of titles. I headed into the stacks to pull a few titles. Even if I wasn't going to get much done, I could at least do some fairly brainless work that needed to happen to round out my analysis and bibliography.

I spent some time thumbing through indexes and finding the details I needed. I was careful to keep track of all the details and put them into my bibliography. After getting burned a few times and a few late nights of reconstructing research, I had gotten in the habit of updating my bibliographies every time I found something.

I wrapped things up at about 11:45. I didn't get much done, but the 2 hours weren't completely wasted. As I was about to shut down my laptop and head back to my room, I was closing things out. I noticed that I had a few new emails. Two were just crap from the school. However, the final email was from Shannon. I self-consciously looked around before clicking to open the message. I knew no one was close enough to look over my shoulder and that I was being paranoid, but I still didn't want to risk anyone looking at my screen.

<Hey - Tonight was something. You around to talk tomorrow night? - S>

I checked the time on the email; he had sent it a few minutes ago. I didn't know the social politics of replying to a straight guy's email asking to talk after I had fucked his ass, but I figured I didn't need to play games with the timing of answering his question:

<I have an art studio until 10:30ish. I'll be free after that.>

I shut down my computer and headed back to my room. I pulled my laptop out and rechecked my email. I had a reply from Shannon:

<Can I come by after?>

<Yeah. See you then.>

It was just about midnight, quite a bit before my usual bedtime, but I was zonked after the day and headed to bed. I didn't usually fall asleep quickly, but that night, I dropped off quickly.

I woke to the beeping of my alarm. My day was busy with the end of school coming up. I had a bunch to do before exam week. So I just kept moving through my day; my upcoming conversation with Shannon was an ever-present, niggling thought: what did he want to talk about? "Something" was likely good, but it was essentially neutral. I wasn't worried, but I did have a bit of nerves about the conversation. I generally have tried to avoid awkward interactions, and it looked like I was on a collision course with one this evening.

For the second day this week, I didn't get much done in the printmaking studio that night. I would have to put a bunch of hours in this weekend to finish up the two projects I had left. One just needed to be printed, but I was behind on the final project. It was due in two weeks, and I really had nothing. Thankfully, my prof was cool, and she graded a portfolio at the end of the semester. So, as long as I got it done by the middle of the next week I would be fine.

A few minutes before the end of class, I was at a point where I couldn't really get anything else done, so I checked out with the prof and headed back to my dorm.

As I opened my door, I was surprised to see Shannon sprawled out on my futon. I looked over and noticed it was 10:28.

He noticed my look and explained with a shrug, "I was anxious." I raised an eyebrow. "How was your day?"

That was a non-sequitur. "Fine, I guess. Yours?"

"Great!"

"How was your class tonight?"

"Not too bad. I am a bit behind. Lots of time in the studio this weekend."

"Sounds fun."

"Not the worst."

"Did you finish your paper?" Shannon asked. His sudden interest in my schedule was confusing.

"Yep."

"All ready for exams?"

"Getting there, not much to do exam-wise, but a bunch to get done between now and then. But it is senior spring. None of it really matters. I'll pass everything no matter what. You?"

"I have a bunch of big tests. A lot to do between now and then."

"OK, Shannon, what's up? You obviously didn't need to come down here at 10:30 just to chat."

"Yeah..."

"So?"

"Well, um," he started. "I, um." I just waited. This was becoming a habit. "So, last night."

"What about last night?"

"It was hot."

"I'm glad."

"So, well, stress makes me horny."

"And..."

"Well, walking home last night, I was thinking."

"About?"

"I have had a girlfriend every exam week since the freshman fall. But I don't have one right now."

"I'm sorry about that?"

"Maybe not. So what I was thinking as I walked home yesterday was that I used to have sex like every day during reading week and exams, more than once if my girl was interested. But I don't want to jack off like a middle schooler for the next few weeks. And I don't want to find girls to bang. Too much time looking and potential for emotional messiness. So how would you feel about being fuck buddies for the next couple of weeks." This time, I wasn't just leaving space for him; I was shocked into silence. "I do want to be clear. I am straight. I don't want a relationship. I just want you to fuck me regularly."

"I have never had that combination of words said to me."

Shannon laughed, "Not a surprise. So what do you think?"

"I honestly have no clue what to think."

"Well, think about it. My AIM is CaliSurf8319. I wrote it down for you," he said, tapping a piece of paper on my desk. He stood up and grabbed the bulb for douching, throwing it in his bag. I watched him walk to my door. His ass was truly spectacular. As he walked out, he turned back to me. "It is strings-free sex for the end of your college career."

As the door closed, I muttered under my breath, "Maybe strings-free for you." I did not know what to think about this. The sex was very hot, as was Shannon. But sex was always wrapped in emotion. However, regular sex with a sexy man was not part of my usual life.

After standing, lost in my thoughts for a few minutes, I shook off my stupor and headed back out the door. Shannon's request had destroyed any chance of an early bedtime, so I figured I would head back to the printmaking studio and test print my final project to see what I still needed to work on. Repetitive work would be meditative. I could process and be productive.

A few hours of soaking, inking, and rolling the press did clear my mind. There was no reason not to take Shannon up on his offer -- suggestion? -- proposition? I didn't know the word for it. It would be a fun way to end my college career. I would probably develop some feelings beyond friends with benefits, but having a chance to fuck a crush had to be better than just lusting from a distance.

When I got home, I opened my laptop and logged into AIM. It was close to 2 am, but Shannon was online.

<Maine_L@ke207: cali, game on>

<CaliSurf8319: sweet!>

<CaliSurf8319: now?>

<Maine_L@ke207: Not tonight. Tmr?>

<CaliSurf8319: i'll b studying in my room til 11 or 12, just cum by>

<Maine_L@ke207: cu then>

<CaliSurf8319: ttfn>

I logged out. I knew he heard the chime of a door shutting. I wondered where his head was at. This was a pretty surreal moment for me -- and I was gay. I can't fully comprehend that a straight guy was asking me to fuck him -- regularly. I had worried that he would freak out about having had a cock up his ass; instead, he seemed to be turning into a sex freak.

I headed to bed and eventually fell asleep. This was really fucking with my head and my sleep patterns. Luckily, I didn't have classes in the morning and remembered to shut off my alarm. The sun woke me gently.

Friday went fairly quickly after sleeping until the late morning. I had two classes in the afternoon. Thankfully, I had been able to prepare enough to be engaged in the discussions. I made some contributions and got my thoughts around the final work for both of those courses. There were still some things to get done, but the most significant thing hanging over my head was the printmaking I was behind on. And frankly, none of it mattered. I would pass all of my classes and get a diploma in two weeks and two days.

After dinner, I headed to the print studio to get myself organized. I had two projects left to finish. I had a good start on the plates for the final project, but I had been totally blank on ideas for the second to last project. Yeah, I was working out of order and was behind, but as long as I got it done by the end of next week, it didn't matter. I had everything ready to print out the final and doodled some things out for the other project, but all I could come up with were rough sketches of my memory of Shannon's beautiful body.

I checked my watch. It was getting close to 9 pm. I took a deep breath. My stomach clenched, a combination of both excitement and nerves. Shannon seemed excited about this, but the whole situation was still tripping me out. I put the supplies I had taken out away and headed across campus to Shannon's dorm.

It was near the end of the term, and things were reasonably subdued. It was still early, but campus felt quiet. I knew that a bunch of parties were happening all across campus, but it felt like a bunch of people were taking advantage of a few extra hours to study before the revelry began in earnest in a few more hours. Grind with the books until midnight, and then grind on the dancefloor.

I had to wait a few moments until someone let me in. I could have dialed up to Shannon's room, but oddly, that felt too intimate. I could not quite figure out why, but something about maintaining the illusion of just happening to show up at his room made this feel right. Once in the dorm, I walked up the flights of stairs to the top floor. My stomach clenched again, this time more of nerves than excitement. Not that I wasn't excited. I was extremely excited to have another opportunity to fuck Shannon. Although I knew I was just psyching myself out, there was a small part of me -- that was very loud at the moment -- shouting that Shannon was just leading me on and he would probably have changed his mind this evening. Or that I was forcing myself on this poor straight guy. I knew none of it was true, but that voice was getting more insistent with each stair. I stopped a few stairs from Shannon's floor to compose myself. If Shannon wasn't interested, I could leave. If he was interested and I didn't show up, I missed out. There is no downside beyond a mildly awkward interaction, only positives.

When I arrived at his room, his door was not latched. I gently pushed it as I rapped my knuckles on the wood. Shannon was seated at his desk, his back to the door. I could see he was wearing his bathrobe. He turned to look as I stepped into the room, and his handsome face broke into a smile. I closed and locked the door behind me as he shut his laptop and stood to face me. "Hi."

"Hi, yourself."

We both stood awkwardly, looking at each other. How did one start a transactional sexual encounter?

"So..." "How..." We both spoke at the same time. I gestured to him to continue.

"So, I am showered and clean, inside and out."

"Great." I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. I knew he wanted me here from his words and actions. And the whole reason I was here was to fuck him, but I didn't know how to proceed from this point to the fucking part. Did I need to woo him? I didn't really think so. But did I just flip him around and go to business, wham, bam, thank you, ma'am -- sir?

Thankfully, Shannon took the initiative. He untied the belt of his robe, allowing the terrycloth to fall open, exposing his whole body to me. He stepped up close and pulled the hem of my shirt up over my head. I kicked off my Birks as he unbuttoned my jeans. Soon, I was standing naked in front of him.

Shannon stepped even closer -- our bodies almost touching. I could feel the heat from his body. He brought his hands to the sides of my head, held my face, and looked into my eyes. I wondered what he was thinking. As my erection grew, it pressed up into his balls, and soon, I felt his erection lightly touching my stomach. I reached a hand out and slid it around his lower back, pulling him in until our hips were pressed together. My cock slipped between his legs as our torsos sandwiched his hard penis. He pulled my face close to him and lightly brought our lips together. It was a soft kiss. Not innocent by any means, but also without a deep hunger of immediate need. It was an intimate greeting and welcoming of what was to come.

I pulled my head back, gently breaking away from the kiss and pulling out of his hands. "Are you ready for this?" He nodded and smiled. While drawing him into me more forcefully, I reached my other hand up and grabbed to back of his head, pulling him into a more aggressive kiss. He met my force with his own fervor. This kiss had the passionate hunger of an impending fuck.

I took his lower lip between my teeth and tenderly bit down while slowly maneuvering him backward toward the desk. Soon, his chair hit the back of his thighs, and he stumbled a bit, breaking our lip lock. I took advantage of him being off balance and, grabbing him by the hips, swung him to face away from me. I pulled the chair away and pushed his chest to the desk in front of him.

I looked over the hourglass of his back covered in white terrycloth. I slowly ran a hand down his back, across his hips, and cupped his cheek. He whined a small sigh of anticipation and pushed back against my hand. "Fuck me, please." Shannon's voice was tense with desire and the need to keep quiet. I pushed the hem of the robe up over his hips, exposing the soft, pale curves of his ass.

I dropped to my knees and gently parted his buns. His smooth crack was exposed to me. I puffed a breath of air on his hole and watched his body react. His ring clenched, and his hips wiggled. He arched his back, pushing his hole back towards me. I reached out to the back of his tight ballsac and licked up along his taint up to the bud that opened to his inner sanctums. He moaned softly with release from his anticipation. I spent a few moments enjoying the taste of his velvety chasm.

But eating ass was not the goal of this evening; fucking was. "Lube?"

Shannon pulled open the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom. He handed them back to me. I flicked the bottle open and drizzled a thin stream of clear ooze down his crack. He jumped at the cold sensation dripping down to the base of his ball. I ran my finger up through the fluid and swooped circles around his wrinkly pink skin. I slowly teased the center of his star with the tip of my middle finger. As I pushed in up to the first knuckle, Shannon squeezed his ring down on my finger. I could tell he wanted my invading digit, but his body was reacting on its own. I placed my other hand on his lower back, soothingly rubbing and gently pushing down to deepen his arch. "Push out," I reminded him. I wiggled my finger and increased the pressure, sinking in deeper. Soon, I found the firm bubble of his prostate and gave it a little tickle. I watched the electric strike of pleasure spark in his body. His ring relaxed more around my finger, and I was able to sink in fully. I rotated around, starting to stretch him further. He pushed back, keen to feel me within him. I took his eagerness as a sign that he was ready for more. On my next stroke, I slipped my index finger in too. Without pause, I bottomed out two fingers in his ass. With a sharp intake of breath, his ring clamped down tightly again, and he lifted his chest off the desk in surprise. After the instinctive seizing, he took a deep breath, and I felt his ring begin to relax.

"Sorry."

"No. It is good. Just give me a moment," he said as he lowered himself back to the desk. I held my fingers deep within him and then started to tickle his nugget with the tip of my index finger. Soon, his ring had relaxed, and he began to grind his hips around on my finger. I pulled back, slowly spreading my fingers to work to stretch him to be ready to fuck.

"Fuck me now," Shannon groaned, halfway between ordering and begging.

"Put the condom on me." I held it out to him.

Shannon twisted awkwardly, still impaled on two fingers, to grab the foil package. He stood and ripped the condom open. The hem of his robe fell down and sat on my wrist. He pulled out the latex donut and placed it at the tip of my cock. He rolled it down as quickly as he could with speed borne of lust. I dripped a stream of lube down onto my sheathed shaft. He slid his hand along my erection, coating me in lube. I placed the bottle of lube down on his desk. I pulled his face toward me. We shifted to semi-face each other, my fingers still deep within him and his hands wrapped around my cock. Our lips met again. As we kissed, my free hand shifted down to his chest and started to play with his nipples. He moaned, a deep growl, into my mouth.

I pulled my fingers out of his hole and steered him backward toward his bed. He sat on the edge, and I pushed him down to his back, breaking our kiss. He brought his legs up, exposing his crack and flesh star to me. His cock was rock hard against his stomach; he was visually excited about what was happening, what was about to happen.

Shifting to stand at the base of his spine, I reached down one final time and lightly stroked my thumb across the soft wrinkles of his hole. I watched him respond, skin puckering and ring quivering, inviting me in. I moved my hips closer and locked one to his warm brown eyes. I could see lust and desire. As he looked back into me, I knew that he wanted this; I had no question left. I slid my hand up and took his tight balls in my hand, the skin was a soft velvet over the tender peanuts. My other hand wrapped around his stiff prick, just holding him.

I placed the latex-covered head of my cock gently on the skin of his ring. He shivered, and his cock throbbed in my grasp. Without breaking eye contact, I pushed forward. His eyes widened slightly, but the hunger never left. As I increased pressure, his hole briefly resisted and then bloomed around my helmet, accepting me within him. As my crown popped inside him, he gasped, a mixture of discomfort, surprise, excitement, and pleasure. I stopped, his ring tight around the very top of my shaft.

"No," he whispered. "Don't stop." He tried to move his hips to get me deeper in, but he didn't have any leverage. "Find that spot." I smiled. He was really horny. "Please." His eyes begged with lust. I seemed to have created a monster, not that I was complaining.

I began to slowly push deeper into him. He sighed a bit with contentment. It was strange that this straight guy was so eager to get my cock deep within him. I knew other gay guys who had hooked up with straight guys, but they always bottomed. Straight guys somehow felt that they maintained their masculinity or heterosexuality by doing the penetration. But Shannon was reveling in getting fucked.

When I bottomed out, and my pubes pressed against his ass, I paused again. I released his cock and his balls and moved my hands along his torso. We still hadn't broken eye contact. I lightly pinched both of his nipples between my index fingers and thumbs. His eyes opened even wider. He wrapped his fist around his cock and started to jack himself off slowly.

I gave him a moment to adjust to having me within him again. I was frankly shocked about how well he was taking this, both emotionally and physically. It was uncomfortable, even a bit painful to start, the second time I got fucked. But Shannon seemed to be eager.

Soon, I started to pull myself back out. When I got to the area I guessed his prostate to be in, I did a little jab. He winced. I obviously hadn't been lucky with that attempt. I continued withdrawing until just the head of my cock inside. I pinched one of his nipples hard as I started to push back in. He moaned with a combination of surprise and passion. His voice was starting to get louder. I didn't think he wanted his neighbors to hear his exploits, so I leaned in and kissed him as I began to thrust. He moved his hand out from between us, and he ground his hard cock against me. I leaned over to whisper wickedly in his ear, "You can't scream like last time."

I stood back up to find a better angle on his prostate. Soon, I hit it with a thrust. Shannan gasped loudly and brought his hand up to his mouth. He bit down on the fleshy web between his thumb and forefinger. I continued to work his prostate over now that I had the location. I brought my right hand back down to his cock and started to masturbate him in time with my fucking. I also began to work his nipple alternating between pinched and lightly scratching my nails across it. He struggled to keep quiet with all the stimulation he was receiving, but he managed to muffle most of his moans.

Beyond the feeling of his tight chute surrounding my cock, watching this gorgeous man gain pleasure from me was quickly pushing me over the edge. Soon, I fully thrust deep within him and filled the condom with shot after shot of cum. I knew from my experiences bottoming that he could feel my cock throb within.

He opened his eyes and looked directly at me. Loosening his jaw from his hand, he moaned, "Yes." And with that, his cock swelled in my hand, and his ass clamped down on the base of my dick. Several white streaks shot across his golden tan torso.

We took a deep breath together, subconsciously matching our bodies' rhythms. I slowly pulled out and took off the condom, knotting it and tossing it in his trash can. I leaned over a kissed him softly on the lips before licking down his neck and lightly kissing each of his nipples. Finally, I found the pearlescent pools of semen on his stomach and gently lapped each one up, tasting his sweet essence mixing with the salt from his sweat. Soon, I had him cleaned off, although he was probably ready for another shower.

Shannon twisted to lie on his side, facing out. I sunk down to sit as if he was spooning my back.

"You know I want this, right?" He looked up at me, and I shifted to face him better.

"I guess..."

"I told you sex helps me relieve stress."

"Yeah."

"During exam week in December, Ellie and I fucked at least twice a day. On the day of my econ exam, I fucked her twice in the morning, once right before the test, and once after. I could have gone a fifth time that night, but she was too busy studying."

"Damn."

"Yeah, I had to jack off that night."

"Poor baby."

"But for real. I am good with this. I know it is weird. It is kinda weird for me too. But I need the release, and it feels good. So try to stop questioning."

"Ok."

"How `bout this? When we are behind closed doors, treat what we have like the sexual part of a relationship. Don't be afraid to initiate. I'll let you know if I am not interested in the moment... but I promise I'll be interested."

"Ok. I'll try."

"Don't worry too much. I won't be shy, if you're down."

"You're ok with kissing?"

"Yes." I raised my eyebrows in a bit of surprise. "Sex is intimate. Kissing makes sense. Also, as you said before, sex is a two-way street. You need to get pleasure out of this."

"That makes sense. As long as we keep communicating." We sat together in silence for a few moments.

"I was serious. Ellie and I did fuck at least twice a day during exams."

"Sounds like we'll be busy," I said with a chuckle. "Do you want to fuck me?"

Shannon rolled onto his back. "I've been thinking about that." He paused, and I let the words hang in the air. "I have been thinking a lot in general. I am pretty sure I am only attracted to women, all this," he gestured vaguely in the air, "notwithstanding." I nodded. "Right now, I don't think I am interested in fucking you. I have obviously gotten off twice now getting fucked, and I think that will be enough."

"OK, if anything changes..."

"I'll let you know."

"Good."

It felt like we had found an accord. I leaned over and gently kissed him. It was a kiss of friendship, oddly, since we were both naked, still sweaty from fuck. I stood and gathered my clothing.

Shannon propped himself up on his elbow, "Tomorrow after brunch?"

"I have to work in the art studio tomorrow, but I could swing by in the morning."

"Why don't you come here and fuck me pre-brunch?"

"See you then."

He watched me dress. It was oddly comfortable to have his eyes on me. While I couldn't read his face, I could tell his mind was working hard. Once I was clothed, I walked back to the bed. I lay a hand gently on his chest. "Thank you." I leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. I turned and stepped to the door. I looked over my shoulder one last time at the beautiful nude man stretched on the bed, glistening with sweat earned through sex. He had a soft smile of satisfaction dreamily resting on his lips. I headed out, still amazed that I was scheduled to return in the morning.

I am not going to detail every meeting between the two of us over the course of the next two weeks. Suffice it to say, the next morning was fun, and I got more action from a straight man in the last two weeks of school than I did over most of my college career with all the gay men at my school. We fucked almost every day, twice a few times. If I described every single sexual encounter in this period, this already long story would be ridiculously long. Anyway, my memory of almost 20 years ago isn't really that good; events have melded into a period of lustful moments and sweaty skin. However, I remember a few specific events from that time as clearly as if they had just happened. I will leave you with a few vignettes from our time together, but not together.

After I woke Shannon for a more gentle fuck on Saturday morning, I headed to brunch and then to the printmaking studio. I planned to finish printing off my final project before dinner so that I could use Sunday and the following week to finish my other project. The process of inking plates, rolling out ink, and wiping it away was meditative. I could lose hours slowly processing the etched plates and rolling them through the press. I tried to think about ideas for the previous project, a print that had to be a minimum of three plates with at least two different plate types. I was totally at a blank. All I could think of was the beautiful man I had left lying in his bed twice in the past 24 hours. At one point, I jokingly thought I should make a print of him. He was all I was thinking about anyway. And slowly, my thinking turned from a joke to starting to form something more polished, something more serious. Soon, I pulled out my sketchbook and started to sketch out what was in my head. Although drawing wasn't my strongest suit, something was beginning to come together. After I got a few thumbnails out, I finished printing my final project.

Once I was done, I took a few minutes to try to get a more polished concept on paper. I looked at the clock, and it was just about dinner time. I had burned through a whole day, but it was successful; my final project was printed, and finally, I had an idea for the prior project. I cleaned up my mess and left the prints to dry while I headed to the dining hall to hang out and get some dinner. I found some friends and spent a while just shooting the shit and enjoying holding on to the last bit of spring and university life.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Shannon with an empty tray heading out. He caught my eye. With a quick shrug and a waggle of his eyebrows, he jutted his chin in the general direction of his dorm. I nodded an acknowledgment and turned back to the conversation at my table. After a short interval, I found a way to excuse myself and headed toward his room. His door was open, but he wasn't there when I arrived. I let myself in and sat on his couch. Soon, he returned from the bathroom with a small toiletry bag. I gave a slightly puzzled look.

As he closed the door behind himself, he said with a chuckle, "I thought walking around the halls with a douche bulb in hand was a bit much." He approached and bent over to kiss me.

Quickly, we were naked, and I had him on his hands and knees in front of me. I started to pound in and out, a quick fuck of convenience and passion. I wrapped an arm around his waist and jacked him off in time with my fucking. It didn't take long until we collapsed on the floor, his cum splattered on the t-shirt I hand managed to grab before he shot all over the carpet. I was still inserted in him as I lay on his back, both of us coming down from our orgasms.

"OK," he said, "that was hot. But fucking on the floor is not so comfortable."

I laughed and rolled off of him, landing on my back beside him. "At least it didn't squeak like the bed."

He turned to look at me. "Truth." We both just lay there. He sat up and leaned against his couch. He was so beautiful; I tried to take a picture with my mind.

"How was your day?"

"Got some things done, getting myself together for the last few days of classes. You?"

"Finished a printmaking project and finally got an idea for the last print I need to make."

"Oh yeah? What?"

Shit,' I thought. Do I actually tell him it is of my memory of what he looks like freshly fucked?' What the hell? Why not? "Well, um, I guess... you."

"Wha?"

"As I was working, I had this image of you, sitting kinda like you are right now."

"Can I see?"

"I just have some rough sketches, and they aren't quite right yet."

"Oh..." There was a note of sadness in his voice.

"Actually," I began. He looked up. "Would you consider modeling so I had something accurate to work from?"

"What would that entail?"

"Well, I am thinking probably two sessions, one pretty quick for a gestural sketch and one somewhat longer for a more thorough rendering."

"Yeah, that actually sounds kinda fun."

"Really?"

"Yeah!" He had a bit of childlike joy in his voice.

"Wow. Great."

"When?"

"It would be great if we could do the short session tomorrow if you could."

"Sure. When?"

"Morning?"

"9?"

"Works for me."

"I am going to a party tonight, but I was planning to get to bed early, so this will help me keep in check. Where?"

"Meet you in front of the art building?"

"Sure. See you there."

I left Shannon's room to head back to the art studio. I needed to get some plates ready for the morning. After cutting the copper, filing the edges, and smoothing the surfaces of four plates, it was pretty late. I headed across campus for a snack and to party for a bit. I didn't stay out much later, the next morning was more on my mind than hanging out, drinking, or dancing.

I woke before my alarm set for 8:15. I hopped in a quick shower and headed to grab breakfast before meeting Shannon. While his part of this process would be quick today, I knew I would be in the studio for most of the day again, so some food was important. I arrived a bit before nine and just sat on the steps of the art building, enjoying the sun on a warm early May morning. A few minutes after nine, I spied a lone figure headed toward me. There was almost no one else moving around on campus this early on a Sunday. Soon the figure resolved into Shannon. His tall form was graceful even as he hurriedly walked along the path. He was not quite running but traveling faster than a deliberate pace.

"Sorry, I'm late, I wasn't thinking when I set my alarm and set it to go off at 9 am." As I was able to look more closely, he was a bit rumpled -- his hair still tousled by sleep and his clothes rumpled from a night on the floor.

"No worries."

"So..."

"Still up for this?"

"I'm here, aren't I? I'll tell you if I am not ok with something. Don't worry."

"Sorry, of course. Ready?"

"Let's do this."

I swiped in and held the door for him. We headed up to the printmaking studio. I had a key and opened the door to let us in. I locked the door behind us. While everyone in my class had a key, it would at least give us a few moments while they unlocked the door.

"So..." I began. He cocked his head. I reached out to start to smooth his hair down but caught myself before I touched him. He looked cute with the mussed hair. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. I turned and grabbed a point and shoot digital camera. "Do you mind if we start with a few reference shots to figure out the best pose?"

"You're the artist."

"Ok."

"So tell me what to do."

"So I am thinking that I'll have you sit here," I pointed across the room, near the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the morning light streamed into the room. He moved over and sat down. "Umm..."

"What?"

"Are you ok with taking your clothing off?"

He blushed and looked at the window. "Oh, right." He took his shirt off and folded it. Then his ubiquitous board shorts dropped to the floor. He wasn't wearing anything beneath them. Subconsciously, his hands came together to cover his crotch. He looked a bit nervously at the window.

"Why don't you sit there?" I gestured at a specific spot behind him. He sat. I squatted to be on level with him. I took a picture of his first natural position. I then explained a few different ideas for poses, and he moved through them as I took a few photos of each one.

After we had gone through about six poses, I stepped back and scrolled through the pixelated pictures on the little screen. Soon, I heard him rise and come over to me. I showed him two of the pictures, and we discussed which one he thought looked best. We both agreed on the pose. More comfortable with his nudity now, he walked back across the studio and settled into the pose.

"Do you think you can hold that position for a while?"

"Yeah."

"Let me know if you need to stretch."

"Will do."

I grabbed my sketchbook and, dropping crosslegged to the floor, did a few quick sketches of his form. As I studied his body, I noticed his cock begin to enlarge. Although never quite reaching full erection, he was definitely engorged. I smiled and continued to refine the shapes I saw in his body.

Once I felt like I understood the pose, I made a clearer outline of his form. I rose, stretching out my back. Using an X-acto knife to cut his body from the sheet I had been drawing on to make a stencil of his form.

As I taped the stencil to one of the plates, I suggested that he stretch. He wiggled around a bit and settled back into the pose. I mixed up a sugar solution and quickly worked to paint the highlights where the morning sun lay bright on his skin -- a few quick gestural lines to detail the light. Once I had completed that, I shifted the stencil to another plate and repeated the process to also define the shadows that curved away from the sunlight.

Too soon, I completed the painting. As I carefully placed it to dry, Shannon stood up. Although not fully erect, his cock was still semi-hard, standing away from his body.

I walked over to him and gently placed a hand on his waist. "Thank you." As we stood there, his cock grew, angling up. I looked him in the eyes. He seemed confident. Pushing with the hand on his hip, I moved him to lean against the wall. I dropped to my knees and reached out to take his now hard cock in my hand.

Leaning forward, I licked the firm yet spongy head of his erection. Although he must have expected it, he gasped. While I would have liked to take my time and savor this beautiful man and his lovely cock, in a public space, it was not the time. I was sure that there would be more opportunities to come. I dove in. As my lips wrapped around the base of his shaft, my nose bumped into his taut hips. I worked my tongue along the bottom of his shaft and focused on the delta between shaft, head, and slit. I had one goal: late morning delight. I slid one hand up and, resting his balls in my palm, tickled my middle finger into his crack. He wasn't freshly showered, and the crevasse was damp with sweat. My fingertip tapped his hole, giving light pressure, not seeking entry but providing sensation.

With my other hand, I grabbed his hand and brought it to his chest. I started to tease his nipple using his fingers. As I pinched, his knees buckled a bit, and he placed a hand on my head to study himself. Soon, he took over the nipple situation as I worked my mouth on his cock. Soon the hand on the back of my head pulled me in tight, and several jets of cum splashed in the back of my throat. I pulled off enough to take the last dribbles on my tongue.

His cock began to droop, and he pulled out with a shiver as I sucked on the sensitive helmet, trying to claim any last drops of his essence. I looked up at him and smiled.

He grinned back down at me. "Wow."

"Yeah. Wow, is right."

Suddenly, Shannon realized that we were only a few feet from the huge picture windows. While we were three stories above ground level, someone could potentially still have looked in on our moments of passion. He squatted and scrambled over to his clothes. He soon pulled on his board shorts and donned his tee shirt. I stood, and Shannon approached, standing right in front of me, definitely closer than the normal spacing between two male friends.

"Thank you for modeling." We were so close that I had to look up at him, even though he was only a few inches taller than me.

"Um, no problem. Thank you for..." His eyes flicked down toward his crotch. "Sorry, I came so quickly. It was kinda hot to be where someone might catch us."

"Anytime."

"Really?" His eyes shot back up to meet mine, and his hand came to rest on my waist.

"Absolutely. There are lots of other things we can do sexually besides fucking."

"But you didn't..." he started.

"Don't worry about it." I cut him off. "We'll have other opportunities." A silence settled upon us. It wasn't awkward. We just stood there, his hand on my hip, and looked at each other.

I realized how much this man was starting to mean to me. I was started to develop feelings for him. I have never been good at separating sex from emotion. And this entire situation was built on that separation. I knew this was going to hurt soon. He would leave to go back to California, and I would graduate soon after. While he might remember the time, maybe even fondly, this moment would be forever seared into my brain.

I wondered what he was thinking. I couldn't read his mind or anything in his eye. Soon, our moment was interrupted by his stomach rumbling.

He chucked, "I guess I should go get some breakfast." He paused, calculating. "You wanna come with?" That question threw my mind into overdrive. What did that mean? Was I reading something into a straight guy, who I just blew, asking me to go get breakfast?

"No, I ate before we met. But thanks. And anyway, you just fed me a bit more yourself."

"Yeah." He still stood there awkwardly with his hand on my waist.

"Are you still up for one more modeling session to get a more detailed image?"

"Of course."

"What does your day look like tomorrow?"

"Nine am class, then two in the afternoon. Late afternoon and evening should be open."

"I am basically free all day. I only have a nine am."

"Ok... when do you want to meet?"

"Whatever is best for you."

"About ten am? Right after class."

"Perfect."

"Where?"

"Can we meet in your room?" I asked him.

"Sure."

"Great. So right after the morning class, in your room."

"See you there."

Shannon leaned in and gave me a light kiss on the lips. He took one step backward, his hand trailing off my hip. He turned and walked out the door. I stood there for a few more moments. I was conflicted, enraptured, and lost. But I was happy and would not trade this for anything. I was walking into heartbreak, eyes wide open, with reservations to be sure, but I would do nothing to stop this from happening.

I turned and went to work. I coated the plates with ground, to resist the acid. As before, the process became meditative. I didn't have to think about my situation, I could just be one with the process. Soon, I noticed the light was changing. I looked up and saw out the window that it was dusk. It was my stomach's turn to grumble. I spent a few moments neatening up my stuff and putting things away.

I threw my sketchbook into my bag, the stencil I had made, and the piece I had cut out. I would need these to finish drawing him tomorrow.

After dinner, I headed to the library. I pulled out one of my Blue Books and took some time to plan out what I had left to do before graduation. I worked best on paper and, oddly, really loved those flimsy exam booklets. Most people hated them, but not me. Whenever a teacher left a bundle in a classroom, I would snag one or two for notes. I had planned out my whole thesis in those.

There wasn't much left -- ten pages of writing and this printmaking project. Beyond that, there were some minor things, but I was pretty much done. It was a strange feeling to be so close to done. There were just two more days of classes, a few reading days, exams, and senior week -- grandly named since it was about three days pre-graduation. The last four years had been wonderful, and I struggled to conceptualize that this was indeed the end. When September rolled around, I wouldn't be back. And on top of this, Shannon happened. It was a senior spring relationship, a classic rite of passage, but a slight tilt to the tradition. I knew that despite this supposedly being a light and fun sexual release between two people in need, I was falling for Shannon. And it was going to hurt. And I was going to do it anyway.

I made it through the last meeting of my literature seminar. We didn't do too much except eat donuts and chat. We had papers to finish, but we were all seniors, and the professor understood. It was more of a chance to be present with each other. It was our first last class, and as seniors, we were thinking about those types of things. We finished a bit early with caring admonitions from the professor about the due date of our final paper and the importance of actually finishing it and turning it in.

Even though I was early, I headed to Shannon's room. He wasn't there yet, but the door was unlocked. I headed in and started to get myself set up. I guessed we would probably end up fucking, but I did need to do the art part of this first. I was perhaps starting to lean a bit too heavily on the largess of my printmaking professor. She liked me, but I was pushing the edge here. I really need to finish the plates today and get everything printed by the end of the day tomorrow.

I was just finishing getting everything set up when Shannon came in. He smiled to see me. As soon as the door closed, he dropped his bag and started stripping.

Soon he was standing naked before me. "Where do you want me?" He asked, spreading his arms wide and slowly spinning with a big dopey grin on his face.

"Oh, there are so many ways I could answer that question."

"So..." he left the word as a question hanging out there with an arching eyebrow.

"Well, I guess on the bed." His eyebrow arched even higher. "In the pose you were in yesterday," I continued with joking exasperation.

His grin was broad; his perfect white teeth glinted. There was joy and laughter in his movements as he settled onto his bed in the same pose as yesterday. "Draw me like one of your French girls," he laughed once he was in position. I just shook my head and rolled my eyes.

After doing a few quick sketches to warm up, I shifted to working toward a final product. Using the stencil from the day before, I started to do a more detailed drawing of the lines of his body. Drawing was not my strongest skill in my art practice, and I badly wanted to make this right. After a few false starts, I found a style that worked for this. I got lost in my drawing until soon I heard his stomach grumble. When I checked his clock, it was already 11:30.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. You should have said something."

He stretched and worked out the kinks from holding the pose for so long. "It's ok. It gave me time to think."

"Oh..." it was my turn to leave a question hanging between us.

"You're cute for a guy when you're drawing."

"Only when I'm drawing?" I asked in mock offense.

"Yep!" He smiled and laughed.

"Well, I guess that's the best I can hope for."

"Yep!" he continued to laugh.

"Well, thank you."

"Any time. Did you get everything you needed?"

"Pretty much. If you don't mind getting back into the pose for a moment, I'd love to get a few reference photos just in case I need to touch anything up."

"No problem," he replied, dropping back into the pose. I snapped a few pictures and thanked him again.

"All set now."

"With you, yes. If you don't mind, I would like to do a few sketches of the room to create a background for my print."

"On one condition."

"Yes?"

"Fuck me first? I'm starving and need to get some lunch. But horniness outweighs hunger for the moment, so, wanna take advantage?"

I sat and rolled my eyes. "I suppose." But I couldn't keep a straight face. I broke into a smile as I stood and took off my clothing. Shannon slid down so his back was on the bed, his hips hanging off the side. I grabbed a condom and lube from his desk drawer, where I knew he kept them, and positioned myself on my knees between his legs. I pushed his legs up, exposing his ass to me. As I leaned in, I noticed his scent. He wasn't freshly showered like most of our other encounters. He smelled musky. He wasn't dirty, but he had sweat and funk with the lingering hints of soap from an evening shower yesterday. I leaned in to inhale this new version of his aroma.

"Oh, do you want me to shower?" he asked, realizing what I was smelling.

"No!" My response was a bit sharp. "Sorry, but no, you smell so real right now. It is amazing." He tilted his head up to look down at me. I shrugged and leaned back in. I flicked my tongue across his soft flesh, tasting his essence. I felt the bed shift as he dropped his head back down and spread his legs wider for me. I proceed to spend a while eating his ass. I was enjoying this moment, his taste, his reactions. Soon he started to jack himself off as I began to push my tongue inside his ring. During the last of my oral assault, I ripped a condom open and got myself ready for what was coming next. Once my cock was lubed, I took my lubed finger and pushed into his ass. I quickly found his prostate and gave it a little tickle. He flinched and then sighed in pleasure. Shortly he was ready for a second and then a third finger. I took over, slowly rubbing his hard cock while I gently moved my fingers in and out of his hole, prepping his for more.

"Fuck me," his voice was husky. He was playing with both nipples, obviously something he had learned about his body since our first encounter a few weeks prior.

What could I do but comply with a demand like that? I stood, never stopping my slow rubbing of his cock. I positioned my cock at his rear entrance. Slowly but steadily, I pushed forward. His warmth welcomed me, and I continuously pushed forward in one unhurried but unrelenting motion until I was fully buried within him.

Shannon sighed as I started to pull back out. Despite every sign to the contrary, I still harbored doubts and fears that he wasn't really into this. But the truth of his sigh dispelled every question I had in that moment. Whatever he was, he wanted this.

I started a leisurely pace, fucking and stroking. Soon, he was arching and pushing against me. I picked up my tempo until I was pounding him hard and fast. His bed started to bang against the wall. I stopped to reposition, but with a ragged cry, Shannon begged quietly, "No, keep going, fuck me hard." He was close. I had never been with a man who got so turned on while fucking, who always seemed to be able to cum with a cock pistoning in his ass. I picked up my pace again. The bed started bumping again, but it only took a few moments until I shoved deeply into him, shooting hard. Shannon reached up while I came and grabbed my head, pulling me into a kiss. As our lips and chests met, he began to orgasm, shooting between our bodies. He dropped back down, panting. I flopped down next to him.

He rolled his head to me, "Thank you." As I turned my head to look at him, he reached over and pulled me into a gentle kiss. Not the smashing together of two waves from moments ago but a soft kiss of acknowledgment. It seemed to me he knew that I had realized that he genuinely was happy with this arrangement. We were both working through our own mental and emotional challenges with the arrangement, but physically -- and erotically -- he absolutely wanted this.

His stomach burbled again. He laughed. He stood and grabbed some tissues to clean himself off. "What can I say, fucking makes me hungry. You wanna go to lunch?" he asked, reaching down to wipe his cum off of my stomach.

I wanted to say yes, but it felt too much like a date. I wanted to try to hold off the emotional entanglement for as long as possible. "If you don't mind, I'd like to stay and finish drawing your bed."

"Of course." As he started to redress, he looked over to me, "See you later this afternoon?" He seemed hopeful. I couldn't believe how horny this guy was. I was going to have to work hard to keep up.

"Unfortunately, I need to get this printmaking project done. I'll be there late until the night."

"Ok," he sighed.

"Tomorrow." I was a statement and a promise.

"Hell yes, even if I have to come to the art building and have you fuck me on the steps."

"I think we can arrange something a little less public," I replied, laughing.

"Probably a good idea. That would probably lead to a few conversations I don't really want to try to have."

"I'll hit you up on AIM."

"I'll be waiting." He leaned in and kissed me. He left me lying naked on his bed, my cock slowly softening his the condom. I carefully took it off and tossed it away. I cleaned up a bit more with some tissues and redressed. I still had a film of cum hardening across my stomach. I was going to have to head home for a quick shower before going to the print studio.

I spent about 30 minutes sketching and drawing his bedspread, now rumpled from our fucking. I took a few more pictures to have all the references I needed and headed out to shower and get to the printmaking studio to finish these two plates.

After spending most of my waking hours for the next two days in the studio, I finally finished my last print. It captured everything I wanted it to. It was the best etching I had ever done. Too bad I would likely not have access to these supplies ever again because I felt like I had found an interesting new direction for my work.

The only things I found time for outside of the studio were class and fucking Shannon. We didn't repeat our two fuck Saturday, but we did connect both days for release. I had never had such a willing and eager partner, especially during the stress of the end of the term. When I was getting frustrated on Tuesday with my printing, it was amazing to take a break, walk across campus, and bend Shannon over his desk. After 15 minutes and a pair of leg-shaking orgasms, I was headed back across campus with a clear head to head back in.

When I finished the final prints shortly before midnight Wednesday night, I opened AIM to see if Shannon was on.

<Maine_L@ke207: what u up 2?>

<CaliSurf8319: stressing. econ problem set>

<CaliSurf8319: u?>

<Maine_L@ke207: just finished my printing>

<CaliSurf8319: so ur free...>

<Maine_L@ke207: yeah, but u seem busy>

<CaliSurf8319: fucking will help me think>

<Maine_L@ke207: k>

<Maine_L@ke207: where r u?>

<CaliSurf8319: library>

<CaliSurf8319: ur dorm is close>

<Maine_L@ke207: ill be back in bout 10>

<CaliSurf8319: door unlocked?>

<Maine_L@ke207: ya>

<CaliSurf8319: ill be waiting>

door shuts

I shut my laptop and quickly finished putting things away. I headed back across campus to my room. I opened the door and turned on my light. Shannon was lying on my bed, shirtless, his familiar board shorts open. He was going commando. It seemed he avoided underwear as much as possible.

He rolled to look at me as I locked the dorm behind me.

"Yesterday was all about me getting off and relieving some stress," I said as I approached. "Thank you. What do you need tonight?"

"Don't worry, the quickie last night was good for me too." I smiled and reached out to touch his hip. He raised himself slightly off the bed as I slid his shorts down over his hips. "Actual quick and to the point would be pretty good again tonight. I still have work to complete before tomorrow, but I need to clear my head."

Without any more words, I pulled the shorts completely off his body. I rolled him so he was face down, and I dropped my pants and underwear as I grabbed lube and condoms from my dresser. I quickly opened the condom before my hands got too luby. I slicked my fingers and went directly in with two. Shannon gasped with surprise but immediately pushed back against them, accepting them within his hole. My half-hard dick jumped straight to attention with his reaction. My straight fuck buddy was getting a bit slutty. I switched to two fingers from my left hand as I tried to fumble with the condom with my right. Shannon realized what I was doing and awkwardly twisted so he could roll the condom down my shaft as I continued to finger him and stretch his ring.

"Ok, I'm ready," he breathed a few moments later. I complied with his feelings and shifted my cock head to touch his hole. He pushed back against me, popping my cock through his ring. He gasped again and grabbed the bedsheets hard. I stopped to wait for him to get accustomed to my cock, but he growled, "No" through the discomfort and raised his ass, impaling himself deeper on me.

I started to rock in and out, going a bit deeper with each stroke. "Fuck me!" he pleaded. I began to pick up the pace, and soon, I was fully slamming into him hard. It did not take long for me to go past the point of no return. Once again, this was all about relieving stress. I came first, pressing hard into him, filling my condom deep in his guts.

As soon as I caught my breath, I pulled out and flipped him over. I took his cock to the base in one swallow. I slipped a finger into his loose hole and tickled his prostate while I deepthroated him. It only took a bit before he was gushing jets of semen down my eager throat.

He took a big breath, and I could see the tension leaving his body as he exhaled.

"Thanks. I needed that."

"No complaints here," I replied.

He sat up and gave me a deep kiss. I knew he could taste his own cum on my lips, but he didn't seem to hesitate at all. "This is all strange, but I am really glad we figured this out. My cock would be raw from how often I would need to jack off. I was actually about to go wank in the library bathroom when you messaged." I didn't know how to respond to that. I knew that we were likely going to have to have a more in-depth conversation sometime soon. But now was not the time.

Shannon stood up and, as he grabbed his shorts off the floor, said, "ok, back to the library for me. This fucking problem set is due by 8 am. Asshole." He leaned back in for one more kiss. "The prof, not you."

"I know. Go get that done. We'll celebrate tomorrow."

Shannon waggled his ass as he headed toward the door. "I look forward to it." I collapsed on the bed, still wearing my tee shirt, and drifted off to sleep. I didn't wake until the following day.

The next morning, I woke fairly early. I showered and hopped on my computer to see if I had any messages. Today and tomorrow were reading days before, oddly, exams started on Saturday. There was nothing scheduled, but for classes with self-scheduled exams, there were testing slots for people who wanted them. The rest of the tests and papers were scheduled between Monday and Wednesday. All I really had left was a paper for my Lit class and the crit for Printmaking. The next few days were going to be pretty easy.

I opened my email to find one from Shannon sent at 4:57 am:

< hey just finished my problem set. im going to crash. do you want to grab dinner tonight and then hang out?>

I looked over at my clock. It was 9:25; there was no way he was up. I checked AIM, but he was signed off. So I replied to his email:

<Sure. Sounds like fun. Meet at the dining hall at 6?>

After a few more back and forth emails throughout the day, we solidified a plan. I spent most of the day in the library working on my lit paper. Soon, six was fast approaching. I packed up and headed out to meet Shannon for dinner.

I was nervous as I walked across campus to the dining hall. While I had met many friends for dinner over my years in college, and this was just meeting a friend for dinner, it felt different. It was different. I didn't generally plan to fuck my friends after we shared a meal. This felt more like a date than just dinner. Shannon and I needed to talk, but I also didn't want to talk about this with him. I had finally come to accept that he was completely willing and enthusiastic to be my fuck buddy, and I did not want that to change. I knew he had a lot going on in his head too, but I did not want to screw this situation up.

I rounded the corner and saw him standing there. I had a moment to just appreciate the beauty of this hot straight guy that I had fucked hard last night, and the night before, and the day before, and twice the day before that... you get the idea.

Soon he turned and saw me walking up. He smiled. It glowed across the courtyard. We then did that awkward thing where he watched me walk, and I upped my pace a bit, but I didn't want to run, but I also felt like I was making him wait.

"Hi."

"Hi." It was awkward; this was the first time I had seen him in public since we had come to our sexual understanding. Normally in one of our rooms, we kissed or hugged or started stripping. None of those seemed right. I went for a high five; he went for a hand clasp and a bro hug. Everything about this was painfully awkward. It seemed like a date after a hookup because, in many ways, that is what it was.

We sat alone to start. It was a strange meal; we had always sort of been friends and we had that. We obviously had been intimate regularly for the last few days. At times, conversation was really comfortable, but then one of us -- usually me -- would realize that we were a straight guy and a gay guy who were fucking sitting on what was -- unintentionally -- a date. Then everything became awkward. After about twenty minutes, a few friends came and joined us. With the buffer, it became an easy meal. Everything was smooth. Shannon got up to grab dessert. He offered to grab me one as well, which I took him up on. It was interesting that he didn't offer anyone else. They were still eating, but it also felt a little bit that I was getting special attention from him. But I don't think that the others at the table would have noticed, it was just me reading into the meanings of his every action.

He came back with two brownies. As he handed one across the table to me, our fingers met, very intensionally on his part. And then as soon as he sat across from me, his foot, slipped out from his flip-flop, slid up my leg. As soon as my face registered the surprise at his touch, his foot pulled away. This dinner was really fucking with my head. He was secretly flirting and teasing me. Was it just that he was baiting me or was he flirting? What was going on?

We hung out after dinner. I grabbed a cup of coffee and he asked me to bring him some tea. Again, he managed to touch fingers and fumble the pass just slightly to make the contact longer. I sat and decided that two could play at this game. If he was up for it, why not. I slipped off my Burk and placed a foot on top of his, just resting it there. He was in a conversation with someone next to him. He barely reacted to my touch, just the barest hint of a smile. Then he shifted to wrap his other foot around my ankle. The best description I can give of what happened beneath that dining hall was that we were holding feet. He sat comfortably in this connected positon while finishing his conversation.

It was starting to get late, we had spent almost two hours sitting there. A number of friends had come and gone, but we just hung out. I didn't know the next move. Thankfully Shannon took care of that.

"Hey y'all, I have to get some thing done." He turned and looked directly at me, "you still up for helping me finish that stuff we started yesterday?"

"Always."

"Wanna come now?" I absolutely caught the very blatant double entradre, although I think the rest of the table probably just thought of it as slightly odd phrasing.

"Anytime that lazy ass of yours is ready."

"You didn't complain about my ass last night." Everyone laughed, catching on to the sexual banter at this point. But none of them realized the truth behind it. The teasing and openess was arousing.

"Sorry, pookie," I made a pouty kissing sound. "Your ass is amazing."

"You know it." He turned and shook his perfect ass for the whole table. Even the straight guys had a hard time looking away from the jiggle.

"Men," I exclaimed with an exaggerated, campy sigh, "so much work stroking their egos."

"My ego isn't what I want you stroking." This outrageous flirting was going over the top. It worked because everyone knew that I was gay and that Shannon was straight. We could play the fools and tell everyone the truth because no one would have suspected anything. (And if anyone did, the assumption would have been that he was fucking me, not the other way around.)

"Eh, different strokes for different folks."

He gasped, an exaggerated dramatic gesture, "There are other men?"

I rolled my eyes to the rest of the table. "Of course not, darling. Only have eyes for you. Yada yada."

"Ok, sweety, let's go," he said, laughing as he took his tray and headed to the slide to put it away.

"I'm coming." One of the guys at the table snorted his milk at my comment, which went past most people. That was enough of a distraction to get away from the table with just a goodbye.

Shannon and I walked towards his room, not talking, both just processing the joking that had just happened. I didn't know what he was thinking, but I had two thoughts bouncing in my head. First, it felt really natural to be with him in public spaces. The teasing and flirting was fun and easy. Two, I was falling for this straight guy. He had never given me any indication that he was anything other than straight, and everyone at the table had read our interactions as ribbing between two friends. I had other straight friends with whom I had had almost identical flirtations. But I hadn't fucked any of them.

Soon, we found ourselves in his room. He leaned over and bumped me with his shoulder. I turned, smiling, and he moved in for a kiss. His lips swept any other thoughts I had about our "date" out of my head.

Our sex that night was slow, passionate, and almost romantic. We fucked facing each other, and he was emphatic in continuing to initiate kisses throughout the evening. As my orgasm approached, I slowed to focus on him. I reached down and jacked him off while gently playing with his nipples with my other hand. Soon, he was tensing, and the orgasm wracked through his body; cum jetted out over his abs. As he came down from his orgasm, I started to pull out of his ass.

"What?" he questioned, half mumbling. I looked at him, puzzled. "You need to cum. Keep fucking me."

"It's not too uncomfortable?"

"No. Go for it. It feels... good." I slowly started to push back in. I slowly started to build a rhythm. Shortly, I felt my orgasm approaching. I filled my condom and fell on top of him. His now cold cum squishing between our bodies.

Sooner than I would have liked, I rolled off of him, carefully holding the base of the condom. I stood and tossed away the condom. I grabbed tissues off of his desk and, after grabbing a few to wipe myself off, I tossed him the box. After I finished, I turned towards him. He patted the bed next to him. With a tilt of my head, I sat next to him. He reached up and pulled me down to cuddle up with him. He was lying on his back, and I curled against him, my head on his chest.

"So I probably should have asked this earlier," he began, "but have you had an STD test recently?"

I looked up toward him, "I was negative in the winter and haven't done anything I can think of that would change that. But I'll go get one if you'd like."

"I think we both should."

"Ok. I'll go to the Health Center tomorrow."

"Can we go together?" his voice was quiet. He seemed shy. "I don't like needles."

"Of course."

"Thanks." Feeling his voice reverberating in his chest, I snuggled up against him more tightly. "This is nice. I have enjoyed our fast fucks the last few days, but I also like this."

I tilted my head slightly, "You're good with this?"

"Yeah," his voice was a mixture of surprise at his answer and confidence in his conviction, with a slight bit of affront that I asked. "I told you I'm all in for two weeks. Behind closed doors, all intimacy is on the table. I like to cuddle, too."

We lay naked in bed together, dozing for a while. Suddenly, a door down the hall slammed, and there was some undistinct shout, waking us both from our stupor.

"Do you really want to go get tested together tomorrow?"

"Yes." He nodded. "I think we should."

"Sounds good. Do you want to meet somewhere?"

"At the Health Center? At 10?"

"Perfect," I replied. "I'll see you there."

We both stood. I grabbed my clothes, and he grabbed his robe. We both dressed. He gave me a hug and settled into his desk to try to do some prep work for exams. I gave his shoulders a few squeezes, working my thumbs into his traps. He sighed. "You have to stop that never."

"I'll give you a real massage tomorrow."

"Not now?" He pouted.

"I mean, I was thinking it would be foreplay."

"And..." Soon, we were both naked again, with me straddling his hips as I worked over the muscles in his back. The evening ended about an hour and a half later with our sweaty bodies once again collapsed together on the bed.

I resisted the urge to fall asleep and pushed myself out of bed fairly quickly. He looked at me and smiled lazily, sated. I re-redressed and headed to the door. "I'll see you at ten tomorrow." He just nodded, half asleep.

I headed back to my dorm and, even though it was early, headed to bed to take a bit of a nap before trying to get some of that last paper finished.

The next morning, I got myself moving fairly early. I showered and grabbed some breakfast before we were scheduled to meet at the Health Center. At about 9:55, I rolled up in front of the building. Shannon wasn't there yet. It was a reversal of the night before. As the church bell in town rang ten, I saw him hustling towards me, looking nervous. We waved, and I opened the door for him. He nodded and walked in. He stepped inside. There was a sheen of terror on his face. He tried to mask it but didn't do so well. He looked at me with expectation.

I walked up to the receptionist with him following me closely.

"Hello there, what can I do for you today?"

"We were wondering if we could get STD tests today?"

"Let me see what the schedule looks like." She paused for a minute as she clicked around on her computer screen. "We can see you at 11:30 and 11:45?"

I looked over at him, and he nodded. "Sure, we'll take those." We gave her the information she needed and headed out.

"So, we have like an hour and a half," I said to him as we left. "Wanna grab a coffee?" He nodded. "Downtown?" He nodded again.

It was a quiet, pensive time, sitting together for about an hour in the coffee shop. We talked a bit, but Shannon was definitely in his head. I wasn't sure exactly what he was thinking about. I knew his needle phobia was a factor, but it felt like more than that. I mean, I knew that as cool as he was playing it, he must be struggling with his identity as a straight man and the copious amounts of sex he was having with me -- a gay guy -- during exam week. Or perhaps I was just projecting my assumptions onto him.

When we returned, I was called in first. After peeing in a cup, I sat and had a nurse draw a small vial of blood.

After a few questions about my sexual habits, she looked at my chart, "You got tested not too long ago." While it was a statement, she was also asking a question.

"No risky behavior. Just good practice, and I am graduating soon, so I may as well take advantage of all my tuition pays for."

"You know you do have to pay for this..."

"Yeah, but it was easy to get tested today. And it is cheaper than my doc at home. Trust me, I know."

"Fair."

"But I'm mostly here because your next patient is worried about needles and needed a friend for moral support with the blood draw."

"Ah. What a good friend."

If she only knew. "I try. Testing is important."

"I wish more of the young men on campus shared your attitude. Well, I guess we're done. Let's see, it's Friday today. Two work day turnaround. The results should be back middle of next week. If you set up an appointment now for Wednesday afternoon, that should work fine for getting your results back."

I thanked her and headed back to the waiting room. Shannon was sitting there stewing. His normally golden skin was dull and yellowed. He looked like shit. While standard waiting room decorum would have dictated I sit at least one chair away, I sat right next to him.

"Shannon."

"Shit," he murmured under his breath. "I can do this."

He stood up and plodded, like a man to execution, across the waiting room. Luckily there was only one other person there, and she was engrossed in a book. The nurse smiled and touched his shoulder. She said something quietly, and he nodded.

She looked at me, "If you want to come in and be a support during the blood draw, you can." I stood and followed them in the back. I sat down next to the phlebotomy chair I had just occupied. Shannon soon came out of the bathroom. He still looked terrible, but he lightened slightly to see me there. My heart fluttered. I knew this was fear and friendship talking, but I felt wanted.

The nurse rolled her stool over. "Relax your left arm. Look away and squeeze your friend's hand as hard as possible with your right." Damn, could he squeeze. He clamped down immediately. I didn't think his grip could get any tighter until the pinch of the needle. I yelped. He laughed and released slightly as the nurse finished.

She laughed. I don't think she knew what to make of the two of us. I wondered how Shannon was going to respond to her questions about sexual health and behaviors.

"Ok... now I need to set up an appointment with the doctor to check out my hand." We all laughed at my stupid joke. "I'll wait for you?"

"Please." He said.

I actually took the time while waiting to set up an appointment for the following Wednesday at one in the afternoon. I grabbed a Reader's Digest and flipped through to look at the corny jokes and anecdotes.

Soon enough, Shannon came out of the back and headed to the desk to make an appointment as well.

I stood as he left the desk, and we walked out together. We walked to where the path split a bit beyond the health center. We stopped.

"3:15 on Wednesday," Shannon started. "The day before I head home." The last word hit me hard. I knew this would all end soon. But hearing it that directly was tough.

"I'm at one."

"Cool. Thanks for coming. I know it is stupid, but needles get me."

I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Of course, my friend."

"Ok. I need to get ready for my econ exam. Not only did he give us that final problem set due yesterday, but we also have a test tomorrow. I'll be glad when I never have to see that asshole in front of class ever again."

"I thought there were no scheduled exams tomorrow."

"There aren't."

"But..."

"Asshole thinks he's better than the school schedules. We all have to "self-schedule" our exam tomorrow morning or afternoon."

"Shit, that is wrong. I guess I'll see you after the test tomorrow?"

His voice dropped. "I'd rather see you tonight... and again in the morning before the test."

Damn, this boy really did get horny with stress. I nodded. "Where do you want to meet?"

"Can I come to your room as a study break from the library?"

"Sure. Any idea of when-ish?"

"10:30? We can grab midnight breakfast after before I go back to studying."

"Ok. And what time is the exam tomorrow?"

"Two."

"Ok." I nodded, thinking about how I would plan my day. "I'll be in my room by about 10. Just come on by."

"See you later." Then, we both did that awkward walk in the same direction after saying goodbye. I headed to grab some lunch and watched as Shannon continued to his dorm to grab his books.

On Monday, after having sex twice on both Saturday and Sunday, I had my final paper due by noon and my printmaking crit in the afternoon. I hadn't gotten a chance to show Shannon the print he had modeled for yet. We had to leave our full edition for the professor to grade, so I only had a few test prints and mistakes. I was oddly nervous about showing it to him and only wanted to show him something final. So he had to wait.

Sunday night, as we lay in post-coital repose discussing our day to come, I mentioned that I should have most of my portfolio back tomorrow after the crit.

"So does that mean I get to see it?"

"I guess..."

"When?" He sat up in excitement.

"Um -- I guess right after the crit?"

"Ok. When will it be over?"

"Not sure. Maybe 4ish. The crit usually takes about an hour, then we'll clean the studio, and usually the prof brings a snack and we hang out for a bit."

"Ok. Here's the plan. I'll be in my room by 3:30." He got up and walked over to his desk. I took the opportunity to ogle his perfect buns a bit more. He scribbled something down. Turning back to me, he said, "This is the extension in my room. Call me when you're done, and I'll come over, and you can show me your whole portfolio." He took the slip of paper and stuck it in the pocket of my shorts.

He was so cute in his enthusiasm; what could I say but "Sounds good."? He grinned, and my heart melted a bit further.

The crit finally wrapped up around 4:15, and the last other person in the class was packing her things at about 4:25.

"Hey, can you hang out for a sec? I have to make a quick call." The professor had collected our keys during class, so I would need her to get back into the studio.

She looked over her shoulder, "I have to go in a few minutes, but I can wait a bit."

"I'll be right back."

I stepped out to the department lounge and pulled the scrap out of my wallet where I had stuck it when I got home. His handwriting was terrible. It was cute. I quickly dialed him and told him to come over to the building. I'd meet him in the printmaking studio.

I returned, and my classmate had her bag and portfolio packed, waiting for me. She finally left after a few final pleasantries, and I was alone. I left one of each of my prints out, but packed the rest of my stuff up into my portfolio.

Soon, there was a rap at the door. I opened it to find Shannon there, looking a bit shy. I opened the door enough for him to come in and then made sure it was closed -- and locked -- behind us. I was nervous for him to see the print. I had gotten lots of good feedback from the class, but this was different. I cared more about what he had to say. I awkwardly gestured to the pile of work. I had placed them chronologically, so the print of him was second to last.

Although I was nervous for him to see it, I was very proud of it. It was a confluence of architectural geometries and flowing curves of his nude form. I had gone back and forth on whether to depict his face. Ultimately, I had chosen to keep his face in the picture. While it was not photorealistic, if you knew it was Shannon, it was obviously him, but if you didn't, the model appeared to be someone you knew. A classmate had described him as "hauntingly familiar."

The butterflies in my stomach almost sickened me. Shannon was flipping through my work, getting closer and closer. Finally, he flipped to it. He stopped moving.

"Shit." I couldn't tell if that was good or bad.

He slowly turned to me. I looked down shyly.

"This is amazing. Do you really think I'm this hot?"

"Dude, I drew you from life. I know you are. Actually, you're hotter, but I did my best." He blushed.

"Can I take a picture of it so I can remember it?"

"I printed two extras for you to have if you'd like."

"Really?"

"Certainly. I am just glad you like it."

"I absolutely do." He stepped up and kissed me. I knew we had had sex here before, but this kiss felt different. "It makes me horny too."

"You're always horny."

"True. And I have my last exam Wednesday morning and so much to do in the next few days. So the stress level is high."

"You'll get through it."

"And you'll help." He winked. "Wanna help right now?" He slipped his hand down the front of my shorts.

"Yes, but not here. My professor could be back at any minute to grab that stack of work she needs to grade."

"But my room is so far away," he whined. He was mostly joking, but there was a true edge of desperation in there as well.

"I have a thought..." There was a single occupancy bathroom in a weird corner of the top floor of this building. It was next to the slide library, which, at this time of the semester, was basically empty. (If I am being honest, at all times of the semester except for a few brief moments, it was basically empty.) "I need to grab everything because I can't get back in here, but there is an out of the way bathroom upstairs. With a lock." I quickly packed all the prints in my portfolio. "I'll make sure you get one later." After putting the rest of my equipment and tools in my bag, I grabbed my portfolio.

I led him out of the studio and up the staircase to the top floor of the building. We turned a few corners and ended up in a short hallway with a single door at the far end. I had forgotten there was a panel of ventilation slats. Even though the building was mostly empty, we'd have to be quiet. I knocked gently. There was no response. I pushed open the door and, checking behind us, followed him into the small room.

"We're going to have to be quiet if we fuck in here..." I left the possibility of going elsewhere hanging in the air.

"It's safe, right?"

"The door is locked. The building is mostly empty."

"Good enough... the risk is kinda hot." He was the one who had a reputation to think about, not me. I knew he had a bit of an exhibitionist streak from our first encounter in the foam and our morning in the print studio last weekend. Perhaps it was a thrill at the prospect of unintendedly being the focus of someone's voyeurism.

I leaned in close, my lips a fraction of an inch from his, "Do you think you can be quiet as I fuck that pretty little ass of yours?"

He started to speak, but I put a finger over his lips, "You're not doing a very good job so far." He smiled widely and nodded.

He pushed forward and gave me a quick peck on the lips before leaning down close to my ear. "A little bet. If I am quiet, you have to fuck me three times tomorrow."

"And if I win?"

"You get to fuck me four times tomorrow."

I leaned in and licked his ear. I whispered, "Deal... although there is incentive for you to lose."

I could hear the smile in his whisper, "mayhaps."

I slid my hands down his shorts. As usual, he wasn't wearing any underwear. My middle finger slid down his crack until it rested on his hole. The exterior of his hole was already slick. With a tiny bit of pressure, the tip of my finger popped right in.

He let out a quiet moan, "I got ready before coming. There's a condom in my pocket."

After sliding my hand in to grab the condom from his pocket, I untied the front of his shorts and let them fall to the floor. Steering him by his hips, I turned him around, positioning him so he could lean against the sink. I rolled the condom down my shaft and settled the head of my cock right at his hole. I teased him, sliding my cock along the length of his crack. I leaned into his ear, my cock lightly pushing at his entrance. "Are you ready? Do I need to prepare you more?"

He shook his head no. "I need you in me." I knew what was coming for him, but I also wanted to respect his self-determination in sex. So, I pushed in. Not too hard or too fast, but forcefully enough and continuously enough. "gasp Fuuuuuccckkk." I stopped partway in for him to adjust to the intrusion.

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "You lost."

In the mirror, I could see him grin through his grimance. "Damn." Through the discomfort, his voice was perfectly bland, slathered in sarcasm. He pushed back, sinking my cock further into his ass. He looked me directly in the eyes through the mirror, "I said I was ready. Fuck me."

I took him at his word and started to slowly thrust in and out. It was a bit awkward with our height differential, but he shifted his legs apart a bit, and we figured it out. Soon we found a rhythm. It was hard to keep quiet, but we both mostly succeeded. It was actually pretty hot to be able to look him in the eyes as we fucked.

Reaching around him, I was able to jack him off as I fucked him. It seemed both of us were getting close.

Knock, knock, knock Thunk of door against lock.

"Hello?" A voice came through the door.

"There's someone in here," Shannon called back.

"You almost done?"

"It is going to be a while. Sorry. My bowels are going crazy."

"I'll go find another bathroom."

"Probably a good idea. It is going to smell for a while in here anyway."

Still and silent, we heard steps receding down the hall. "With the smell of sex," Shannon whispered, locking eyes with me.

My cock had deflated in his ass at the surprise interruption. Shannon's cock, however, was still rock hard in my hand; if anything, he had grown harder. Continuing to look me directly in the eyes, Shannon started to work his ass, shifting and gripping at my cock. I took both of my hands and slid them up his torso to his nipples. I started to pinch and play with them. He arched back and started to moan quietly. The triple sensations of his ass on my cock, his soft moan on my ears, and watching the enjoyment on his face brought my erection back to life.

I got back into my paces, fucking his tight hole while playing with his nipples. He continued a low moan, likely audible from just outside the door. Soon I could hear a change in his tone: he got a bit louder, and the pitch shifted. I knew he was about to cum. Before I could get a hand down to help finish him off, I felt his body clamp in orgasm. The fact he had just orgasmed without getting touched brought me right to the edge. With a few more seconds of pounding, I was soon filling the condom with my ejaculation.

I collapsed against Shannon. His back was heaving. We both stood together, coming down off the high of that crazy situation.

"Wow."

"You can say that again," I said, looking over his shoulder at his chest -- glistening in the fluorescent light. His eyes were still closed, head thrown back.

"Wow." We both laughed. He brought his head back down and looked at me in the mirror. "That was hot. None of my girlfriends ever would have done anything like this." He was a bit like a kid in a candy shop.

It was wild to me that I was standing here, my cock softening in a man's ass, and he was talking about his girlfriends.

We took a few moments to clean up, both ourselves and the bathroom. Once we had settled ourselves, I stuck my head out the door. Unsurprisingly, there was no one there. When we finally got outside of the building, Shannon turned to me. "I think I lost the bet."

"I'm sure you did," I looked around to be sure that no one was within earshot. "You had a conversation with someone while my dick was in your ass. I think that counts as making a sound."

"Oh, darn." He did an exaggerated `aw, shucks' snap.

"So tomorrow will be busy."

"Oh, darn." He reiterated. "I have nothing on my schedule except studying and packing."

"Ok, I'll come to your room when I wake up in the morning? We can figure out the rest from there?"

"Sure, but what about tonight?"

I sighed. "I think I need some time to prepare for tomorrow. Four will be a record for me."

"Slacker." He laughed. His tone and body language changed. "I guess I'll see you in the morning," he pouted, ridiculously sticking his lower lip out.

I laughed and gently punched him on the shoulder. "You'll survive." We parted ways for the evening.

We did fuck four times the next day. Once before breakfast, once after lunch, and then two times in the evening.

As we lay in bed together after the third fuck, Shannon let out a big sigh. "I don't know how I would have gotten through this exam week without you." The topic that I had been avoiding, we both had been avoiding, came slamming home. It was Tuesday. Shannon left Thursday. This little bubble of secret fucking was about to pop.

His room was full of boxes, half-packed. I had been able to ignore them at the beginning of our fuck, but now it was more complicated. I sat up, turning so I was on the edge of the bed.

"Don't worry, the time from now until I leave will be very stressful." Shannon's hand rubbed my lower back gently. We both laughed. "Like I should be studying now, I need to finish packing, and get my things to my storage unit in the afternoon. I haven't found anyone with a car who can drive me yet."

I knew he was fishing for an offer of help, and I was absolutely going to give it. "I'll help you move your stuff to your storage unit."

"I didn't want to assume."

"You could have."

"I know." We both just sat there for a few moments.

"How are you getting to the airport?"

"I signed up for the bus. The timing sucks because it's a 6:30 am bus, and I'll be stuck there for a couple of hours, but the 11 am bus would be too late."

"I'll drive you."

"You don't need to do that."

"I know I don't need to. I want to"

"Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure."

"Ok, thank you."

I stood and started to grab my clothes. Once I had dressed, I sat beside Shannon on the bed. He was still nude, lounging, watching me. I placed a hand on his hip. "I actually should start packing as well." I leaned down to kiss him. It was soft and sweet. "I assume you're going to be studying at the library?"

"Yeah, I think so. I still have to be fucked one more time today for making a noise yesterday."

"I know. Just come down to my room."

"I will."

"Be there before 11:30, or I might have to come to the library and take my prize right there over a table," I said with mock severity.

"Yes, sir." We both laughed, and after another peck, I headed out.

He knocked on my door at about 11:25, just before my jokingly appointed deadline. It was a quick fuck; he still had a few chapters to review and wanted to be in bed by one. I offered to let him out of the bet, but he cracked back with, "I honor my deals." As he was redressing after we finished, we made a plan for the next day. His exam started at 9. I promised to be at his room by 8 for a quick fuck just before. After he finished, we'd pack his car for a first run to the storage unit. I had my appointment at the health center to get the results of my testing at one. We'd finish his room between my appointment and his at 3:15. After that we both had a variety of little tasks to get done. We planned to meet up sometime in the evening. We both understood the unspoken: for a final fuck, but neither of us was willing to say it.

Most of the next day went according to plan. I slipped into Shannon's room just before my appointed time. He was sleeping naked, and, maybe a bit creepily, I stood for a few moments, enjoying the beauty of his tall form, only partially covered by a sheet. I quietly stripped and slipped onto the end of the bed, between his legs. As he awoke, I engulfed his half-hard cock in my mouth and brought him to a full state of arousal. He spread his legs and pulled his knees up. After a bit of rimming, we moved on to a morning fuck.

I was just dozing off in his bed when he returned from the shower. He was looking the most stressed I had seen him post fuck.

"Is there anything I can do for you this morning?"

"No... I'll get it all done." As he was dressing, he was also throwing other clothes into an open suitcase on the floor.

"Why don't I do a load of laundry for you?"

"You'd do that?"

"Sure. My morning is pretty free. I should probably do one of my own as well."

"That would be amazing." Shannon grabbed a film canister off of his dresser. "Here are some quarters. Should cover mine and some of yours," he said as he tossed it to me.

He soon left to get to his exam. I lazed in his bed for a bit more and then gathered up the laundry strewn around his laundry bag. I also stripped the bed and stuffed the sheets in to be washed as well. I slung the bag of dirty clothes over my shoulder. A laundromat across town was a bit cheaper than the laundry on campus, with a good coffee shop next door, so I schlepped his stuff down to my car, grabbed my laundry, and drove across town. I spend a slow morning drinking coffee and tending to the laundry. Once I had folded everything, noting a complete lack of underwear in his pile, I headed back to drop my laundry off.

When I got back to his room with his laundry in the late morning, Shannon was already sitting in the middle of packing chaos. I dropped his things off. He was so flustered about what he had to do this afternoon that I could easily see that he just needed some space. I said I needed to get some packing done myself, but I would come by between 1:15 and 1:30, after my appointment, to shuttle stuff to the storage unit.

I grabbed a quick early lunch and then headed back to my room to do some packing of my own. While I still had a few more days left, graduation weekend was going to be busy. I didn't want to have to spend my last few hours on campus frantically packing. Or worse, have to ask my mother to help.

At 12:45, I drove my car to a parking lot near Shannon's dorm. I then walked from there to my meeting with the nurse about my STD test. Unsurprisingly, I was clean, as I knew I would be. But oddly, it did take a bit of a weight off of my chest that I didn't realize had been there. I was glad that I hadn't unknowingly exposed Shannon to something.

I headed right to Shannon's room. I was excited to tell him the news, but another couple of friends were there to help move his couch and boxes into my car and then again into the storage unit. Shannon had gotten a lot of work done, but there was still stuff to do. Eric, one of his friends with whom he was sharing the storage unit, offered to go with me on the first trip so Shannon could stay and get the last things thrown into boxes.

Eric and I got the first load packed into the unit and headed back to campus to pick up the rest of Shannon's stuff. He was just finishing up the last few things. After a few trips, Shannon had everything out of his room except for the two suitcases that he was taking home for the summer. Eric headed out, and Shannon and I took the short drive over to the storage facility. We chatted idly about a few nothings. It was just about 3 when we finished.

"I'll take you right to the health center?"

Shannon looked down at his watch. "Yeah."

We fell into silence. About two minutes from campus, Shannon exclaimed, "Shit."

"What?"

"I just realized I packed my sheets away. I guess it will be a sticky night on the bare plastic mattress."

"Why don't you come crash on my futon? We can throw your bags in my car tonight and be in a bit less of a rush tomorrow morning."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

"I have a few things I still need to get done this afternoon."

"Me too. Also planning to have dinner with Eric and a couple other guys."

"Ok. I'll make sure my door is unlocked. Come drop your stuff off any time."

"Sounds good."

We pulled up as close as I could to the health center. The clock on my dash read 3:13. "See you later."

"Yeah. Thanks again for the invite."

"My pleasure."

"I'll see you after dinner tonight."

"Yes."

"I don't know exactly when."

"You're stalling."

"Yes."

"Get a move on, don't be late."

"Yes, dear." I rolled my eyes at his sarcastic tone, but my heart also flopped a bit. He would be gone in less than twenty-four hours.

He opened the door and slunk out of the car. I could tell he was nervous, even though I was pretty sure he had nothing to be concerned about.

I connected with a few other friends I had not entirely been ignoring but had definitely not spent much time with recently. They ribbed me about a secret boyfriend. While I tried to play coy and could honestly claim not to have a boyfriend, at least a few of them were pretty sure that there was someone. But I didn't think anyone would suspect it to be Shannon.

After a long hang out in the dining hall, I finally excused myself to head back to my room and pack. My friends wanted me to go out with them and bring my mysterious boyfriend with me, but I convinced them of my goal to get the packing done early so I could hang out more once the underclassmen were all gone.

Shannon's two suitcases and backpack were there when I returned to my room. I took the two cases out to my car so we wouldn't have to worry about it in the morning. I shifted my futon to lay flat and made it up for Shannon. I did take a while to pack. I got a few boxes done before getting distracted online. After a while, I noticed that it had gotten quite late. Maybe Shannon had found somewhere else to sleep for the night. I knew he owed me nothing, but it did hurt a bit. I also felt a bit pathetic sitting in my room one of the last nights of college waiting for a straight boy fuck buddy who had no reason to show up and was probably out looking for a chick to bang right now. I had convinced myself that Shannon would roll up tomorrow morning a few minutes before we needed to leave for the airport.

Knock, knock "It's open." My door slowly opened, and Shannon stood on the other side. He came in and locked the door behind him. He looked around for his bags quizzically for a moment. "I put them in the car already."

"Sorry, I couldn't get away. I have been putting my friends off with claims of stress, but I didn't have that anymore."

"So."

"Yeah."

We both looked at each other awkwardly. When our relationship had been about stress-relief sex, it was easy to know what to do. But now, as Shannon had just said, there was no more stress. What now?

"Oh," Shannon fished around and pulled a computer printout from his back pocket. "I tested negative for everything!"

"I'm clean as well," I replied.

"Um..." Shannon trailed off. "You wanna fuck one last time?"

I didn't respond, but instead, I stood up from my desk and moved to stand before him. He leaned in a kissed me. It was tender.

"Sure." Not my most elegant or sliver-tongued response ever.

Shannon moved towards the futon.

"Actually, fucking on the futon is pretty uncomfortable..." He swung and moved over towards the bed. In the past few days, we had gotten quite good at tetrising our bodies together on a college twin bed.

I grabbed him by the back of the shirt and turned him to me. "You're not doing this because you think you need to, are you? You can just stay here, it's ok, I don't expect..." Shannon's finger pressed against my lips. With his other hand, he took one of mine and placed it on his crotch. I could feel the searing heat of his iron hard cock. He arched an eyebrow. I smiled and sucked his finger into my mouth.

I slid my hand up from his crotch and traced up his torso until my fingers found one of his nipples. I gently pinched and rolled his nipple to bring the nub to a stiff peak. Our eyes stayed locked as I brought a second hand up to his chest. Now, I had both nipples within my grasp. Lightly, I played with them as I sucked his finger like a thin cock. He smirked. I didn't know what exactly he was thinking, but I knew for certain that he wanted to be here. He wanted this. I could see it in the twist of his lip and the sparkle of his almond eyes.

Without breaking our position, he shifted. He slowly withdrew his finger from my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around the finger. As the finger finally pulled out from my lips, I kissed the pad of his finger.

Shannon reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. I didn't stop playing with his nipples. He reached out and pulled my shirt off as well. I did have to release his nipples briefly, but I quickly reattached my fingers to his chest. Shannon pressed into my hands, giving me his tits, reveling in the sensations. As he leaned into my hands, he sat on the edge of my bed. He reached out and unbuckled my belt, sliding my pants down my hips. My hard cock popped out. Shannon leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock. While he had always been willing to fully take part in the sex we shared, he had not given me many blow jobs. We just focused on other things. But now, his lips parted, and slowly, he took me into his mouth. He was soft and warm -- and mostly careful of his teeth.

I released his nipples and moved my hands to the back of his head. I didn't direct; I just rode along with his bobbing. His hair had grown out from the buzz cut. I could run my fingers through his silky hair and twist them in it. Shannon wasn't good at giving head. Nor was he terribly bad. He was enthusiastic in a tender way.

After a few moments of Shannon's oral ministrations, I decided to take charge. I squatted between his legs, stopping on my way down to kiss him briefly. Shannon met my lips ardently. He reached out and held his hands to either side of my face. While making out with Shannon was nice, I wanted more -- and I knew he wanted to give me more. I could taste it on his lips. I broke from our kiss, and he pulled me back in for one quick peck. I licked out, swiping my tongue across his lips and along the bottom of his nose. We both cracked up. This all just felt right. We could laugh together, be comfortable and sexy all at once. We were closer than I had been with many of my boyfriends throughout college.

I slipped out of his grasp to muckle my mouth around a nipple. Shannon sucked air through his teeth as he arched forward into my lips. As I licked and sucked at the bud on his pec, he let out a slow groan. His fingers tangled through my hair, pulling me close, shoving his tit into my mouth. My hands traveled south and untied his shorts. As my fingers crept around the waistband, he pushed his hips up, allowing me to slide the fabric from him. He was soon naked before me. His cock arched up, head pressing against his smooth lower stomach.

Without removing my mouth from his nipple, I slid my hands back up the outside of his legs. I finally got my hand up onto his other pec and started to squeeze his other nipple. My free hand rested on his hip, my thumb stretching across the crease between leg and torso.

I pushed him back, and we rotated so he could stretch out on the bed. My lips briefly separated from his chest as we made the shift, but I quickly latched back on, taking advantage of the moment to switch from one nipple to the other. Shannon, perhaps subconsciously, perhaps with intention, wrapped his legs around me. Our flesh, slick in the warm spring night, slid and stuck together. We were entwined together, both physically and emotionally. The casual fuck buddy facade was broken.

Releasing his nipple, I kissed down the center of his body, reveling in the sweet, salty flavor beneath each kiss. I stopped and tongued his belly button, eliciting a noise that could only be described as a giggle layered deep with lust. I continued lower, kissing the underside of his arch erection from tip to root. I kissed the soft, constricted pouch holding his balls and continued lower. Shannon grabbed his knees, pulling his legs up, exposing his tight hole to me. I pulled back to look at the beautiful man before me. Even after fucking him close to fifty times in the past month, he still took my breath away. The situation was inconceivable. A (mostly?) straight guy practically begging me to fuck him multiple times a day. If I weren't living it, I wouldn't have believed it. But here he was, displaying himself before me.

I reached out and rested my hands on his cheeks. As I leaned in, it was clear he had not had time to shower. He didn't smell unpleasant, but he was musky. I inhaled deeply, taking in the perfume of him.

"Sorry, I'm sweaty... I can go hop in a shower."

Not bothering to reply verbally, I responded with my mouth. I slid my hands around his hips, gripping him tightly. I then launched in, assaulting his hole with every ounce of oral lust and skill I could muster. As my tongue pierced his hole for the first time in more than 12 hours, he gasped. He was a satisfyingly vocal partner. He didn't sound like a pornstar faking their way through sex, nor did he talk dirty much, but he always made noises that let me know my actions were appreciated. My mind started to drift to the question of whether his future girlfriends would make him feel this way. If he had learned enough to help them to give him pleasure, but I forced myself back into the moment.

"I need you. More," he rasped, blooming his hole around my tongue and straining against my grip to push his hips up towards my face.

"We have all the time in the world. Enjoy everything, and let me enjoy you." I returned to licking. He moaned, a combination of frustration and ecstasy.

I didn't torture him for too much longer. Soon, I slid a hand around to once again cup a cheek and rubbed the pad of my thumb across his hole. I watched as the wrinkled, mahogany flesh, slick with my spit, pulsed and blossomed at my touch. My cock bounced, watching him react to me.

As I teased his hole with my thumb, I brought my other hand to his mouth. He quickly sucked two of my fingers in to cover them in his spit. As Shannon's tongue swept and twined around my digits, I pulled away from his hole just enough to grab a bottle of lube and a condom from beside the bed in preparation of our next stages. I swing back to alternate between broaching his hole with the tip of my tongue and circling the outside with my thumb. I let him suck my fingers for longer than necessary as I savored this final opportunity to eat his tight ass.

Pulling my fingers from his mouth, I placed my middle finger at his entrance. The lips of his ring quivered. I started to push, providing pressure against his natural resistance, as he shifted his hips, rounding up against the tip of my finger. I watched as he opened, and my finger began to sink within him. Millimeter after millimeter, my skin was consumed by his body. Soon, two knuckles had dipped into him. With a bit more force, I plunged the rest of my finger in. He gasped and, as I found his prostate, cooed at my intrusion. I dripped some lube on the connection between us and slowly started to drill my finger in and out of him, seeking his g-spot on each insertion.

As a finger fucked him, I shifted back up the bed, taking advantage of this opportunity to once again get my lips on his nipple. I nibbled lightly at the hardened nub, teasing him with my bite. He sucked air through his teeth and pushed my head down on his chest as his ring tightened around my finger. "Please." His voice was plaintive with need.

I added a bit more lube and started to slowly introduce a second finger. I knew he could have handled a quicker preparation, but this was more than just preparing. This was worship to the gods of passion, and Shannon was my sacrifice.

Once he was open entirely to my two fingers, it was time for a third. With a bit more lube -- and a nibble on the other side of his chest -- my ring finger joined the other two without any resistance.

Shannon grabbed my head and pulled me up to his face. He kissed me hard. There was nothing but lust and hunger in his kiss. As we broke apart, our eyes locked. "Fuck me now. I need you in me."

I flared my fingers slightly, and he clamped his hole down on them. He had been ready for a while, but now it was time. While we had done basically every position we could imagine at least once, doggy style seemed to be Shannon's preference.

"On your hands and knees." I sadly withdrew my fingers from his ass as he started to shift. Our position shifting was not graceful on the small bed, but we got there.

As I reached out to grab the condom, in a small voice, Shannon quietly said, "You don't need that..." I froze. This was way before PrEP, and safe sex had been drilled into us since Middle School. And safe sex meant condoms. "We both just tested negative." He had turned his head back to look at me. His eyes were full of worry and hope.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." There was utter sincerity in his voice. The worry had been about my reaction and not about fucking without a condom. I threw the condom across the room.

I climbed in between his legs, using a knee to spread him a bit further. With my hands on his hips, I placed my naked cockhead at his hole, his entrance, his core. Shannon arched his back, pushing his ass back up at me. I breathed deeply, looking at the moment before me -- the potential energy, coiled and ready to burst.

In one forceful thrust, I pushed in, sinking my cock down to its root in his ass. I knew it would be a lot, but he was ready. He instinctively pulled against me, rising from his hands to kneeling, but I held my pelvis tight against him. I wrapped one arm around his chest, pinning him to me. Still fully embedded in him, my mouth sought his earlobe. I licked and nibbled as he became accustomed to having me within him.

I had never had my bare cock wrapped in the warm, wet velvet of a man's ass. It felt exquisite. This pause was also for me -- partly to enjoy the sensations and partly to calm down enough that I wasn't going to bust right away.

Soon, my grip wasn't holding Shannon from pulling away but keeping him from pushing back. I let go of his hip and brought both of my hands to his chest, caressing and pinching his sensitive nipples. As we found a rhythm of our hips, Shannon craned back, and our lips connected. It was awkward but satisfied our passion for each other. Suddenly, Shannon broke away from our kiss, dropping back to all fours. He started pushing back aggressively, arching and rocking his hips as I thrust into him.

I reached below him and grabbed his hard cock. As I started to jack him off in time with my fucking, Shannon growled and began to rhythmically clench and release his hole for me. As much as I wanted this moment to last forever, climax was imminent.

I couldn't last anymore. Everything was too much; a wave crashed over me. My cock swelled inside his ass, and I exploded. I froze, fully sunken into his ass, pumping jet after jet deep in him. With my first shots, I felt him seize as well. In my hand, I felt his cock expand. His ass began to spasm around my cock, milking an extra shot out of me. I heard him grunt.

As my orgasm subsided, I collapsed on top of Shannon as he fell to the bed. We were both panting, covered in sweat. As much as I wanted to stay like this forever, I rolled off of his back, and my softening cock popped out of his ass. I carefully stood, not entirely trusting my legs yet, and watched a glob of my cum ooze out of his hole. I leaned down, placing a hand on his lower back to pin his limp form, and sucked the rivulet of cum that was seeping from his hole. Shannon gasped in surprise and, weakly, still recovering from his orgasm, tried to turn to figure out what was happening.

I gently licked and teased all my cum out of him. I was used to the taste of my cum, I hadn't used a cum rag in years, but the bouquet was quite different, with notes of his ass and sweat mingling with my normal flavor. This was a new experience for me. My cock wanted to get hard again, but my body didn't have the capability for more sex at the moment. And Shannon just lay there moaning quietly. He was not ready for another round either.

When I finished, Shannon rolled to his side to face me. The sheet peeled off of him, sticky with his cum.

"Holy shit."

I didn't really know how to respond. "Yeah. Holy shit is absolutely right."

Shannon shifted so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked exhausted, but an exhaustion of fullness, like after a feast, rather than depredation. Standing before me, he gently leaned in to give me a peck on the lips. He took my hand and led me the three steps across my room to the futon I had prepared for him.

As he flopped down on the bed, I turned to grab my pillow and a tissue to wipe the cum off of his stomach. Both used to being the big spoon it took us a few moments to settle into a position. Finally, he lay on his back, and I cuddled against his frame, head on his chest, one leg over his.

"Feeling your cum explode inside me was... wow. That was something I could never have experienced with a woman." Shannon's voice was dreamy and quiet in his musings. "I mean beyond the obvious. Even if disease isn't a worry, I always have to think about her getting pregnant. But that felt so real." I just rested against him, feeling the rise and fall of his breath and the vibrations of his voice.

"Do you want to fuck me? You don't need a condom either." I knew we had talked about this before, and it wasn't something he had been interested in, but in these last moments, I wanted to put the offer out again.

The pause was so long I thought perhaps he had fallen asleep. "No. Thank you, though."

"OK."

Shannon leaned in and kissed the top of my head. Although full body contact was too hot in the warm spring evening, I stayed against him until I drifted off. I woke at one point in the evening. We had shifted positions; Shannon was now asleep on his stomach beside me. His leg was extended between mine. I shifted slightly, moving to a more comfortable position, and without even a waking flutter, Shannon shifted with me, keeping contact.

I felt like I was drifting up through a deep pool. As I came to consciousness, it took me a moment to figure out where I was and what was happening. In the weak early morning sun, I saw Shannon over me and could feel his hand massage my cock. I also could feel my bladder. While sexy time sounded great, other needs came first.

"Bathroom," I croaked. My voice wasn't quite there yet.

Shannon pouted a bit but finally relented, "Fine."

I stood and grabbed a pair of underwear from a pile. I slipped into them and quickly ran to the bathroom. After a good piss, I shook my now soft cock and headed back to my room. As I came in, Shannon was just sprawled across the bed, his cock full and stiff, arching over his hips. I crawled up between his legs until I was lying on top of him. I leaned in to kiss him on the lips, a gentle good morning. But he had other ideas. Shannon, moving swiftly, flipped us over so he was pinning me to the bed. He also leaned in to kiss me. But this was no gentle wake up kiss. His kiss was full of passion and need.

As we kissed, Shannon rubbed his hard cock against the cotton fabric of my underwear. My cock rapidly refilled between the grinding and the kissing. Shannon's hand slid down my body, stopping briefly to tweak my nipples. Although I had learned Shannon's body better than he knew mine, he did know that my nipples were not as sensitive as his were. Soon, his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my underwear.

I arched up, allowing Shannon to pull the elastic around my hips. He tossed the underwear, damp with both of our precum, across the room.

Soon, his hand, slick with lube, wrapped around my hard cock. While we did not have the leisure of the whole night stretching before us, Shannon took his time. He played with my erection, making sure that I was ready. While we had had lots of sex, this was the first time since our very early encounters that Shannon had really taken his time, stroking and playing with me. I knew the oddity and fascination with playing with another man's cock. It is strange and exciting to hold something that is so like what you have but not have the same sensations in your crotch.

While he explored my shaft, I worked to have him reposition himself so the cleft between his buns was just above my mouth. I was going to get him prepared for what seemed to be one last fuck. I licked out, excited to have another opportunity to taste him. His hole was already slick with lube. He must have already spent some time preparing himself. Damn, it was always fun to watch a man finger himself, and lube didn't taste as good as bare flesh, but this was no time to be picky. I got to eat this fantastic ass one last time.

After a few minutes of enjoying my foodless breakfast, Shannon shifted. He spun around and positioned his hips over my pelvis. He reached around his thigh and grabbed my cock, pointing it toward the sky, toward his tight pucker, ready to stretch around it, toward him. My cock pulsed in his grip. We locked eyes. As I felt his ass brush against the tip of my cock, I tried to hold the eye contact, but I just couldn't. As my eyes traveled down, I just caught Shannon's smirk. I reached out, softly grabbing his balls to hold them out of my line of sight. I wanted an unobstructed view of his ass slowly sinking onto my bare cock. And Shannon began to sit. His hole opened around my helmet, and the pink, fleshy head disappeared, eaten by a mahogany ring. It was beautiful. The visual alone was almost enough to make me cum, but I held firm.

Soon, Shannon's weight was pressed against my pelvis. While we had fucked in both cowboy and reverse cowboy over the course of the past two weeks, this was the first time Shannon had taken control of the sex. That is not to say he hadn't been an active participant or an instigator of sex. He was always active, and he was probably more likely than I was to push the transition from foreplay to fornication. But this was the first time I had not thrust into him at all, but he had impaled himself.

After a moment, Shannon began to shift his hips. His cock was still rock hard, standing at attention over my stomach. As he began to slowly rock and shift, his erection began to bob in lazy circles and figure eights. When watching porn, I always had rewound and rewatched -- repeatedly - scenes of a bottom's erection bouncing and flopping as he pistoned himself on a supine or seated top. And now I had a live-action performance. I actually had to spend a few moments with my eyes closed, repeating the quadratic formula to keep myself from cumming right there. `The opposite of B plus or minus the square root of B squared minus four A C all over two A. The opposite of B plus or...'

Shannon began to rise and let himself slide back down my cock, slowly at first but soon increasing his speed. As he bounced himself on my stick, I reached out and took advantage of the perfect opportunity to take his two perky nipples between my fingers. As I rolled and stroked them, I would occasionally add a harder pinch. Each time, Shannon's asshole twitched a bit, and he would let out a ragged moan. His cock was so engorged; it was the color of angry, bruised passion.

Each time came to the bottom of his pattern, I began to flex my asscheeks, getting those extra few millimeters of insertion, pressing up into him. But otherwise, the fuck was his. I was his submissive top while he fucked himself on me.

Soon, too soon, Shannon wrapped a hand around his arcing, aching cock. I could see that he was so close. I knew this was the end. And with a few strokes, Shannon climaxed. I watched the orgasm sweeping through him. His ass clenched, and his hole clamped down. His thighs strained, pulling him up. His stomach tightened. His face contorted. The head of his cock flared, opening his piss slit a moment before cum shot out. It was not a pretty cumshot, but a ragged, long series of gushing splatters across my torso and sheets.

As the waves of orgasm coursed through Shannon, I lost control as well. Spurt after spurt, sucked from me by his spasming hole, shot into him. I knew he felt the first shot because his eye flew open, and he moaned at the feeling of my hot cum spraying into him. It feels like bragging, but it seemed that the sensation extended his orgasm. By the end of his spasms, there was nothing else coming out, just dry firings of his cock.

Shannon collapsed down onto me. He was breathing heavily. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his sweaty body down onto me. His shoulder was right by my face, and I reached my lips out to the point where his collarbone disappeared into his shoulder muscle. I started to suck lightly and then, sensing no reticence on his part, suck a bit harder. Soon, I had left a small round purple spot on his creamy golden skin.

With a deep breath, Shannon began to disengage from me. Once he rolled off me, I shifted quickly. I scooted between his legs and pushed his knees up to his chest. His hole was redder than its natural state. I leaned in and licked. Shannon gasped, and his hole swelled. I took advantage and slid my tongue into him. He started moaning, on the edge of pleasure and overstimulation. Soon, I had recovered most of my cum from within him.

Without looking at the clock, I knew it was time to get moving. I stood and Shannon looked up at me, seeming to be ready to head back to sleep.

"Showertime, stud. We gotta get you to your plane."

He sighed deeply. "Do we really?"

I chuckled, "As much I don't like the answer, yeah, we do." I reached out a hand. He took it, and I helped pull him to his feet. I grabbed two towels from a pile of clean clothes.

As I approached the door, Shannon put a hand on my shoulder, spinning me to face him. "Thank you." He leaned in a kissed me. It was not a long kiss, but it was tender. We just stood together for a few more seconds.

I knew that almost everyone else in my house was already gone. It was going to be quiet for the next few days with the only other senior -- although she usually slept at her boyfriend's -- living upstairs, and our other housemates were already gone. But this morning, it was to our advantage. We snuck naked into the bathroom together. We shared a toothbrush, an oddly intimate gesture but also logical after everything else we had shared in the last twelve hours, in the last two weeks. We climbed in the shower together and washed each other. A mirror to our first moments together. We washed each other unhurriedly. There was no passion in our actions. We were both sated. Instead of foreplay, this was a sexual cooldown.

There was a sad tinge to our cleansing. I knew it was the last time I would see Shannon naked, I would touch his skin, we would share a space like this. Our time was not indefinite. We could not live forever in an existence of hot spray and foam. I shut off the shower and grabbed a towel. I gently caressed his body with the terry cloth. When he was dry, he took the other towel and repeated my actions, drying me. We both wrapped our towels around ourselves and walked back to my room.

After a final embrace, our naked bodies pressed together, my hand cupping his soft ass, we both dressed, and Shannon gathered his things into his bag. We headed out and hopped into my car to head out to the airport.

As we left campus, Shannon insisted on filling my car up with gas and grabbing us coffees. On the ride, we chatted about summer plans, about random shit, about nothing, about everything but the past two weeks. The drive was a little over 45 minutes, mostly on a fairly major route -- for a rural state. It was easy to zone out and just be with a friend.

As we pulled off the highway to the airport, our conversation faded to silence. I didn't know what Shannon was thinking, but I couldn't help but feel loss. We were officially nothing but fuck buddies, but the last two weeks had been so much more. And then last night. And then this morning.

We pulled up to the curb outside the terminal. This happened long enough ago that there was no rush to leave immediately. We both sighed.

"So..." "Well..." we started over each other. I gestured to let him go first.

"Well, thank you for the ride." He came to a full stop, but it felt like there was more.

"Of course."

"And thank you for the last two weeks. You helped me get through the stress of exams." I nodded an acknowledgment. "But..." he paused to choose his words, "it was more than that. Thank you for being with me, and teaching me, and accepting me. You never asked the obvious question. You never asked how I could be straight and beggin' you to fuck me daily or more. Straight and having mindblowing orgasms with a guy's cock in my ass. Because of a guy's cock in my ass." The unspoken question hung in the air.

"I don't have an answer to the question you never asked. I know you said near the beginning of this that sex and romantic attraction don't have to go hand in hand. I have thought about that a lot. Two weeks ago, I would have had a clear answer. But I have been thinking about this a lot in the last week. You -- this -- is the closest I can imagine to having a boyfriend." He swallowed. "Actually, saying that out loud, I realize I did have a boyfriend for the past two weeks. And it felt right in this moment and space. I don't regret a moment of this spring. It was perfect, but I don't know. I don't think this," he gestured at the space around him, between us, "will happen again. Will I ever have sex with a guy again? I doubt it. But you never know. But... I guess the best I can say is I don't think I'm completely straight."

I gently placed a hand on his shoulder. His hand dropped to my thigh. "Thank you," I said, eyeing the airport attendant moving in our direction. "Thank you for the past two weeks. Thank you for sharing. Just thank you. But," I nodded to the approaching security officer, "it's time for your plane." His timing was good. While I didn't want this to end, outside influences would always work on us. We had hidden in the liminal spaces for the past fortnight. But we lived in the world. This moment had slipped through our fingers. Any more discussion would just be grasping at the wind. The cop had time bounded our moment, our relationship.

I left my car running as we both stepped out of the vehicle. I helped him pull his luggage out of the trunk and settled it next to him as he pulled his flight information out of his bag. I stood, a bit unsure, facing him. Shannon took me in his arms and kissed me. It wasn't a passionate kiss, not a lead to more, but a sweet and caring kiss. He didn't hold back. It was honest and bittersweet. As we kissed, a tear rolled down my cheek. I had held so much together, and now, this, I couldn't hold back.

Too soon, it was over. Shannon took my face in two hands and held me, looking into my eyes. While no tears had fallen, his eyes glistened. We both knew this was goodbye. There were no platitudes about until next time. We didn't exchange numbers or promise to keep in touch. We both knew it would have been empty. We both knew that even if we met again, it would not be what had had. This was an ending.

"Goodbye, boyfriend," he said, allowing our foreheads to touch. I know we both thought about another kiss, but the bitter would outweigh the sweet too much.

"Goodbye," I choked out.

Shannon turned and gathered his stuff. I walked back around my car. I stood in the open door, watching him walk into the terminal. He never turned back to look at me.

As the doors slid closed behind him, I whispered one final "Goodbye."