Lonely no more – Part 1
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Hey guys, Passionate Writer here. You may know my previous story, The British Roommate. I took a little break from writing as there has been a lot going on in my life. But I want my stories to live on. The British Roommate will be updated shortly with Parts 10, 11 and 12!
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Legal Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sexual content between consenting adults. It also depicts unsafe sex between two lovers. The author does not condone this in real life. If this offends you, or if it is illegal for you to access such content in your country, please do not read any further. This story is fictional. The characters and the events in this story are made up by the author's imagination and any resemblance to real names and events is purely coincidental. Names of places were changed for legal reasons.
It all started over social media.
Having been at work for most of my day, I finally decided to wrap it up and call it a day. It was already late and I was beat. I wanted to get back to the dorms to take a long hot shower and relax. Being a third-year college student and working two jobs isn't very easy. But I have to earn my keep somehow.
My name is Matthew Tyler. I am a nineteen-year-old version of my late father, Franklin Tyler who was passed away while on tour in Iraq a few years back. Sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and somewhat built. I have a seven-inch cut dick and a decent set of balls to match. Mum never really got over dads death and started working two jobs to support me and my younger sister. Growing up wasn't easy, but we never fell short of anything. As the older sibling, I had to step up and take on a more male presence in the house. I had to work hard in school to earn a scholarship, had to work afterschool jobs to help support mum financially and apart from that I had to deal with being different from other boys my age. Having been born in this day and age, I found it fairly easy coming out of the closet. Yes, I am gay. I have never really hidden that from anyone – not even my mum. High school wasn't that hard for me because I was a football player and spent most of my free time in the school gym lifting weights and secretly enjoying the strong manly musky scent that sprouted from the sweaty pores of the jocks working out around me. My team mates knew that I was gay and they never really treated me differently. They were never shy or awkward to strip naked around me and walk about with their swinging dicks for me to admire.
I found myself at UCLA on a football scholarship and working as a waiter at some diner at the pier. My life was basically busy which didn't leave me with a lot of time to go to parties or fuck around with the hundreds of horny college guys that was always looking to get their rocks off.
Here I find myself, standing behind the counter at Joe's, cleaning the dinner rush mess that was left behind.
"You look beat, kid. Go home. Not a lot of people left." Joe's voice startled me.
I sighed a big sigh.
"Lemme just finish up here then I will head out."
Joe nodded and disappeared back into the kitchen as the door of the diner swung open. A group of college kids walked in and occupied a booth in the back. I envied them. They get to hang out and have fun.
"One day, Matt," I said to myself and took my apron off to hang it up.
"Excuse me," said a voice behind me.
I looked around and saw this very handsome guy sitting at the counter.
I walked closer and handed him a menu.
"What can I get you?" I asked.
He looked at the menu intensely which gave me time to study him. He had a dark complexion which was complimented by his short black hair. I could see a slight stubble on his face and the cutest lips which he was pouting somewhat as he scanned though the menu. The two top buttons of his shirt was open which allowed me to see a patch of chest hair sticking out.
"I think I will just have a coffee for now," he said as he closed the menu and handed it back to me.
I noticed that the veins in his arms and hands were standing out. I have always found that sexy in a man.
He flashed me a gorgeous smile as I handed him his cup of coffee.
"Thank you..." he said as he studied my name tag hanging on my t shirt. "Matthew, Nice name," he said and held out his hand to me. "I'm Blake."
I shook his hand nervously and felt all the blood in my body rush straight to my dick as I felt his firm handshake. Damn me for taking of my apron. I glanced down to my jeans to make sure that my dick didn't give away anything.
"Nice to meet you Blake," I said. I felt at a loss for words which he clearly picked up.
"Are you from around here Matthew?" he asked as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Yeah. I am a student at UCLA."
His eyes grew big. "No kidding, so am I. What are you majoring in?" he asked.
I swallowed hard. "Music," I answered softly.
His smile grew. "Nice, I am an art major myself. I can't believe that I have never seen you around campus. What building do you live in?"
"Darlington hall," I answered.
"The co-ed dorms, that's nice. I'm in Main."
The swelling in my pants grew tighter with the sound of his deep voice. I couldn't help but notice his hands. The look strong. As if it can grab you hard as he fucks you into oblivion.
"Matthew!" Joe called out. I jumped and looked around quickly. "I thought you said you are heading out?" he asked.
"In a minute Joe," I snarked back. Joe looked at Blake and then at me. He smiled and shook his head and went back into the kitchen.
"I must head out as well," he said and fished out some money from his wallet. He got up and placed it on the counter. I noticed that the front of his jeans looked a bit tight.
"It was nice meeting you," he said and smiled again. "I hope to see you around sometime."
"Fuck," I whispered to myself as I checked out his ass. He had a nice-looking bubble butt ready to be eaten out.
I was full on hard thinking of me burying my face between those cheeks.
I grabbed my jacket from under the counter and sauntered out into the darkness.
As I got back to my dorms, I planned on shooting a load and then taking a shower before bed. I sat at my computer and unzipped my jeans. My hard cock jumped out and I grabbed it. I started stroking myself slowly as I imagined being between Blakes legs sucking on his dick and tasting his precum. I imagined opening his cheeks and inhaling his musky scent before burying my face in his ass and eating him out. Him grabbing my waste and turning me around before fucking me. He'd enter me in one swift motion and grab me to pull me closer to him as he fucked me hard and fast. My balls drew up and I shot a massive load over my hands, my stomach and up to my neck. I breathed loudly as I was coming down from my orgasmic bliss.
Then I heard my computer beep. I wiped my hand clean on my now messed up shirt and mover the computer mouse to bring the screen to life. A notification on social media. I frowned and clicked on the notification. A handsome face popped up on my screen with the words "You have one new friend request." Blake smiled at me shirtless from his profile picture. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I moved the cursor over the accept button.
To be continued...
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