Some You Give Away, Part 3

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Some You Give Away

Part III

05 September 2017
New York, New York, United States of America

At 6:15am, Christian walked into the showers nude with his towel wrapped around his waist. And he stopped in his tracks. There stood the silver-haired Warren, his back toward him, letting the hot water cascade down his head and back and that gorgeous tanned ass.

Christian swallowed his arousal as best as he could, and said, "Morning."

Warren turned and offered a smile, "I regret signing up for fucking 8am classes."

Hanging his towel and yawning, Christian replied, "I hear ya, man. I was under the impression I'd finish classes at 2:00 and have all day to finish assignments. Now I'm certain I'll nap, nap, nap."

"Mm," Warren said while shampooing his hair. "If you ever need a cuddle buddy to sleep..."

Christian, with skip of his heart, snorted and replied, "Okay, whatever you say, man."

Warren finished his shower first. From his shower kit, Warren removed his Clarisonic Alpha Fit facial cleansing device and face wash.

"Mm-mm-mm," a voice said from Warren's right. It was the black guy that Warren had flirted with when he moved in. "Quicksilver has quite the bod. Sorry I missed you in the shower."

The guy began brushing his teeth at the sink beside Warren as Warren replied, "Maybe tonight I can show you what you missed out on."

With a grin, the guy responded, "Mm. That a promise, Quicksilver?"

"'Quicksilver'?"

"Nice, sculpted body and silver hair," the guy explained. "My favourite X-Man."

Warren rinsed the brush of the device and said, "I'm Warren."

"Hey, look at that," the guy was amused. "Another X-Men name. Mine's Jeff."

And with that, Jeff turned to face Warren. Wearing a smirk, Jeff removed his own towel and stood there for a second. Warren, blushing hotly, was not shy to look. Jeff's 6'2" frame was buff, very muscular, and had a tiny thatch of chest hair. His flaccid 4-inch dick was circumcised, and below it were a pair of rather large testicles.

And then Jeff turned and went to the showers.

At 7:34am, after Warren had moisturized his whole body, dressed in grey skinny jeans and a cobalt blue polo, and styled his hair into a pompadour, and slid into a pair of black 5.5" pumps, he pushed the button to summon the elevator.

"Yo, Chris!" Warren heard some guy call. "Wait up."

Warren looked. Indeed Christian was slowly walking toward the elevator. The blonde guy who had called was jogging.

"Morning," Warren said to both when they reached the elevator.

The blonde guy offered, "Sup, man."

Christian introduced them, "Porter, this is Warren. Warren, Porter."

"Warren," Porter said while shaking his hand. "Where are you from?"

"Hamilton, Ontario," Warren replied.

Smiling, Porter said, "No way. My mom's from Ancaster!"

"What are the odds?" Warren asked rhetorically, surprised. "Where are you from? How often do you visit Ancaster?"

"I'm from Madison, Wisconsin," Porter answered. "We visit my grandparents in Ancaster twice a year."

When the elevator doors opened, Vivian Bertram, a girl that Warren had met at the sorority party, said, "Warren. Hi."

Porter went to the Faculty of Arts & Sciences, and Vivian went to the School of General Studies. Christian was utterly surprised and giddy and anxious to learn that Warren, the sexiest guy he'd ever laid eyes on, was also going to the Columbia Business School.

While walking, Warren asked, "What branch of business are you studying?"

"Umm... H.R.," Christian answered with a tinge of shyness.

Feeling the awkwardness emanating off Christian, Warren nodded. They continued to walk in silence for a minute.

Warren then asked, "What sport did you play in high school?"

"Football," Christian answered simply.

"What position?"

"Fullback," Christian answered, slightly less awkward. "That's a--"

"--A blocker that can also catch passes and run the ball."

Smiling with impress, Christian said, "You know football."

"I'm gay, but not only you straight boys play sports."

"Yeah? What'd you play then, Quicksilver?" Christian asked with a small smile.

Warren laughed at the nickname, and answered, "Basketball, baseball, football, and volleyball. I didn't play for my school, just for fun."

"Hmm," Christian said with a nod. "I- umm- I'm studying strategic H.R. with the hopes of having a career as a sports agent. And own an agency one day, hopefully."

"Those are big dreams," Warren commented, not unkindly. "Pretty awesome though."

"Why do you wear heels?" Christian suddenly asked. "May I ask that? Am I allowed to ask that? Or is it, like, homophobic of me?"

Warren couldn't help but to laugh. He then replied, "I get that question a lot. I don't blame you. I'm not a transgender woman, nor do I want to be. I feel sexy in heels, and I like being taller than 5-6. Plus, I walk better in heels than most of these basic bitches anyway."

Christian laughed softly as he walked toward the staircase, "Whatever you say, man. Going to the gym at 4:00, you game?"

Warren called back, "Can't. Meeting my parents at the D.M.V. to register my car."

Warren turned back around and continued to walk down the hall, and Christian paused at the staircase. He watched for a moment, Warren strutting confidently in his heels, and the sexy-as-fuck wiggle of his pert ass in his sinfully tight jeans.

In his Introduction to Accounting, Warren sat by a guy with brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. He offered Warren a nod of greeting, and Warren nodded back. And then a girl with long blonde hair sat on the other side of Warren.

"Damn," the girl said with a smile. "There are way more people for an 8am class than I thought."

Indeed there was. The classroom held around 3 dozen students seated, and there was still more trickling in. The professor, a middle-aged Arab woman, was also setting up a laptop on a Smartboard whiteboard.

"Right!?" Warren asked rhetorically.

The guy on the other side of Warren said, "I dunno if we're all smart to take 8am classes, or stupid to submit ourselves to this torture."

Warren and the girl laughed with the guy for a moment.

"I'm Lynn."

"Warren."

"Shane."

"Good morning to all my bright, young, eager pupils!" the professor said with a big smile. "Welcome to Accounting 101. I am Professor Ashriya Ericson. I hold a masters degree in accounting from Berkeley. When I'm not teaching classes, I check in on my accounting firm where I employ 3 other accountants. Who here has heard of Ashriya & Associates?"

Just a bit less than 2 dozen students raised their hands. One of them was Warren. Ashriya & Associates was known for its high-profile clientele, professional work, and excellent reviews throughout the states of New York, Vermont, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Pennsylvania.

Prof. Ericson pointed both of her thumbs at herself and said, "That's me. If you all do excellently throughout the entirety of your college careers, I may hire you. Within the next 2 to 3 years, I plan to branch out, open another firm on the west coast. Then I won't have to teach and manage my firm at the same time.
"Now this is my assistant Victor Carrasco. He's in his junior year of accounting and getting the highest grades in my classes. He's also a tutor to freshman and sophomore students. His email is here on the board, so any questions that he doesn't know or isn't sure about will be forwarded to myself.
"Who here has purchased the textbooks already?"

Most students raised their hands.

"Who bought them new?"

Half the students who had their hands in the air lowered them.

Prof. Ericson continued, "For those of you who have already purchased your textbooks, I commend your eagerness. For those who purchased them new, I regret to inform you that you may have wasted quite a bit of money. Our accounting classes have not undergone revisions within the last 4 years, so you could have purchased your textbooks secondhand for a fraction of the cost. Those who have not purchased yours yet, fret not. Today is just introduction on the Smartboard. On Thursday is when we really begin the coursework. To offset some costs, I urge you to look online or on our bulletin boards for secondhand books.
"So we begin our day with basic accounting definitions. Words we will heard basically every day we are here. Who can tell me the definition of 'accounting'?"

Prof. Ericson pointed at a blonde guy sitting in the fourth row.

The guy answered, "Accounting is the theory and system of setting up, maintaining, and auditing the books of a firm."

Prof. Ericson nodded, "That is indeed one part. Anybody have anything to add?"

When a dozen students raised their hands, Prof. Ericson pointed at Warren.

Warren added, "Accounting is also the state in which a person or entity is financially by detailed and concise reporting."

"Excellent! Can someone tell me the definition of an 'asset'?"

Warren removed his laptop out of his messenger bag and began typing notes. He'd taken an accounting course in high school and aced it easily, but he felt that it was not possible to have too many notes.

While driving to the D.M.V., Warren listened to music and ordered iced coffee from a Starbucks drive-thru. Waiting in the line of vehicles, Warren texted his dad that he was on his way. Mr. Altier promptly texted back that he and Mrs. Altier were nearly at the D.M.V. and would wait in line.

At the D.M.V. on 159 East 125th Street, Warren joined his parents, who were third in line.

"Got your papers?" Mr. Altier asked kindly. "All of 'em?"

"Yep," Warren replied, making the P pop, and handed his parents the cup tray of their drinks. "Triple checked. Thought about a quad check, too."

"Oh, sweetie," Mrs. Altier laughed. "How was your first day?"

"Busy," Warren said lightly. "But I loved it. It's so cool living here in The Big Apple. Made a few friends in classes and a couple more in John Jay."

"That's great, Warren!" Said Mrs. Altier.

Mr. Altier said sternly, "Just don't forget that you're here for school, son."

"I know, dad. I promise not to get lost with the city. I was actually thinking about getting a parttime job."

Mr. Altier clapped Warren's back as he responded, "If you want to work for a little extra pocket money, I thinks it's a great idea. But why do you want to? We transferred your whole college fund to your bank account. That'll carry you over the next 6 years."

"I know, dad," Warren sighed. "It's just... I want to start repaying you for the college fund. You guys always taught me that we work for what we get."

"And you will, sweetie," Mrs. Altier said, almost promising. "After you've finished university. We did this, your dad started your college fund the second your mother told him she was pregnant. So the money is yours. When you have your own kids, you'll understand."

"Next!" a clerk called.

Warren offered the lady a warm smile when he and his parents stepped up, and said, "Good afternoon, ma'am."

The young-ish woman asked shortly, "How can I help you?"

"I'd like to register my vehicle please," Warren answered with every ounce of kindness that he could muster.

Annoyed, the woman asked, "Who are these, your parents?"

"Yes," Warren replied curtly. "They're helping me because I barely know what I'm doing because I'm new to this country. They're helping me establish myself at Columbia University so that I don't work at a job that I hate like you. So. Clearly. Are."

Visibly upset, the clerk said, "Driver's license. Birth certificate. Proof of insurance. Registration form. Vehicle title. Manufacturer's certificate. Bill of sale. Tax exemption claim. Proof that you paid sales tax in your country. And all C.B.P. forms."

Having met a beautiful, brown-haired, green-eyed girl in his marketing class, Christian had picked her up from Carman Hall at 4:00pm and took her out to a late lunch.

The two talked, got to know each other, shared jokes, laughed, and occasionally touched each other's hands on the table.

When Christian brought Misha Carriden back Carman Hall, he walked her to the entrance. There, Misha tentatively stepped closer to Christian. Smiling giddily, Christian leaned forward, and down, and kissed the girl. The kiss lasted just three seconds, and they each swiped their tongues against each other's lips.

"I had a great time," Misha said quietly, her hand still on Christian's side.

Smiling sultrily at the girl, Christian replied, "Yeah, I look forward to seeing you again."

Back at John Jay Hall, Christian changed into a grey tank and black shorts, and made his way down to the basement where the fitness facility was.

Christian's heart fluttered at the sight of Warren running at a great speed on a treadmill. Warren's crimson red tank was drenched in sweat, and his face and neck were a deep shade of red from being flushed. To Christian, it painted an amazing picture of what Warren would look like in the throes of passion.

Christian swallowed, and made for the only available treadmill. Which was beside Warren.

"Hey," Warren breathlessly greeted. "Thought- you were- coming- earlier?"

"Yeah I went on a date," Christian responded while pressing the button to raise the machine to an incline.

Happy for his friend, Warren asked, "Yeah? What's- her- name? Where'd- you meet- her?"

Beginning at a comfortable jog, Christian answered, "I met Misha in marketing. She's great, man. Smart, great conversation, cute laugh, and she's hot as fuck. Man."

"When do- you see- her- next?"

"I dunno," Christian answered with a smile and a shrug. "I'm gonna text her tonight."

"She'll- love- a call- better."

Warren slowed the machine to cool-down walk, and Christian said, "You know, I'm surprised you don't work out in heels, man."

Warren giggled before he replied, "I- can- run- in- heels."

"I ain't even surprised, Quicksilver."

Warren laughed again as he walked. A few minutes later, Warren caught his breath and stepped off the machine. Christian glanced sideways, and watched as the silver-haired guy laid down on an inclined bench and began doing chest-flies with a 15-pound dumbbell in each hand.

1.5 hours later, Warren bought a bottle of water from a vending machine using his credit card. He guzzled the whole bottle of ice-cold liquid immediately, and bought another.

He walked up to the main floor where he asked the desk man if he had any mail. The man handed an envelope to Warren after requesting his photo or student I.D. for verification.

While reading the instructions to activate his new Bank of America debit card, Jeff's voice called, "Yo! Warren!"

Warren smiled at the black man, walking toward the elevator where Jeff was waiting with another guy and a girl.

"Ain't you a hot mess," Jeff commented. "In all senses of the word."

Flirting back, Warren said, "Yeah? You should see me exerting myself."

"You know, I was thinking the exact. Same. Thing."

With a smirk, Warren stood on his toes against Jeff's 6'2" frame. Jeff craned his neck forward, and captured Warren's plump, soft lips in a searing hot kiss. Jeff then touched the polyester fabric that concealed Warren's firm ass.

"Fucking fags," the other guy waiting said under his breath.

Warren and Jeff both ignored the homophobe, remaining in their lip lock.

Jeff then said, "I'm gonna take you up to my room."

"Yeah?" Warren asked with a teasing smile. "What you gonna do?"

Jeff kissed Warren again before he replied, "I'm gonna lick every trace of sweat off your tight, little bod."

"Okay, seriously?" the homophobe said in exasperation and disgust.

Again, both ignored him. They kissed again, and Warren hoped that his dick didn't inflate because he was wearing gym shorts.

Jeff continued, "And then I'm gonna eat your gorgeous ass out and stroke--"

"--Fuck this," the homophobe said and walked away.

The girl who was also waiting for the elevator merely giggled at the two, not unkindly.

Nearing room 918, Warren didn't wait until they reached Jeff's dorm room to strip his sweaty tank from his body. Jeff liked Warren's eagerness, as told by his laugh and appreciative smile.

While heavily making out, Jeff reached behind himself and flicked the deadbolt locked. Warren then grabbed the hem of Jeff's purple tee and raised it up off his large, muscular body. After reattaching their lips, Warren walked backward and pulled Jeff along toward the black man's bed.

Jeff tore his lips from Warren's, breathless, and told him, "I ain't lookin' fa nothin' but a fuck buddy."

Warren laughed softly for half a second. He then placed his lips to the warm, firm muscle of Jeff's chocolate-coloured chest. Warren licked at the dark, hairy nipple while palming Jeff's cotton-covered rigid cock.

"Fucking Christ," Jeff hissed in pleasure.

Warren kissed his way down Jeff's muscular, dark torso while at the same time pulling his black track pants down. Grinning happily, Warren wrapped his fingers around the thick, hot 9 inches of rock-hard uncut cock.

Warren lifted the hefty prick against Jeff's toned stomach, and lapped his tongue at Jeff's low-hanging, egg-sized balls. Warren then took one into his mouth, and gently suckled on it while stroking the steely dick.

Jeff mewled happily as he watched Warren play with his black cock and suck on his big balls.

Jeff grabbed his cock and asked, "Got a gag reflex?"

"Mm-mm," Warren answered with a small shake of his head, now suckling on Jeff's other testicle.

"Good," Jeff said while he pointed the dark purple pointy head of his dick to Warren's eager mouth. "'Cause I'm about to fuck your throat. And I ain't about to show no mercy. Spit on that dick, Pookie."

Due to savouring the musky, salty taste of scrotum, Warren had a copious amount of saliva. He spat a huge wad along the top of Jeff's huge prick and lathered it in.

Jeff gently pushed Warren back until his back leant against the bed. Jeff, without mercy, as he said, slid the entire length of his dick down Warren's throat. Jeff chuckled as he'd never throat-fucked someone so easily, but moaned in pleasure at the same time. He moved his hips slowly, making tender love to Warren's fucking tight throat, and gazing deeply into his green eyes.

Warren didn't gag, didn't shed a single tear. Squelching sounds came from his throat, and he flicked his tongue along the underside of Jeff's pole.

Jeff leaned forward and supported his weight on his hands on his bed. He then moved his pelvis in big and quick motions. He fucked Warren's throat for all it was worth. The squelching sounds multiplied obscenely. Jeff moaned louder when Warren grabbed his ball sac and tugged on them.

Jeff abruptly slid his cock out of Warren's mouth and whispered, "Fuck."

Jeff pulled Warren up by his underarms and pulled Warren's gym shorts down to his ankles. He pushed Warren gently to kneel on the edge of the bed. After removing the shorts from around Warren's ankles, Jeff spat in his hand, and licked at Warren's eager, hungry pink hole.

Warren began moaning softly as Jeff ate him out. His moans intensified in sound and pitch when Jeff gripped his own uncut prick and jacked him off teasingly slow.

Jeff slowly applied more pressure with his tongue in Warren's hairless hole. Then he stiffened his tongue and it easily entered Warren. Warren, in response, groaned in ecstasy.

After a few minutes of Jeff stroking Warren's 9-inch cock and tongue-fucking his ass, Warren cried that he was about to cum. Jeff quickly placed his free hand under the red cockhead of Warren's prick and jerked his cock very fast. Within seconds, Warren groaned deep in his chest, and the first volley of cum shot so hard in Jeff's cupped hand that it splashed all over. 4 more big volleys of cum shit into Jeff's palm, and yet more seeped out of Warren. But Jeff continued to jerk Warren at a quick speed, and Warren squirmed in discomfort from his oversensitive cock.

Unable to bear any more, Warren laughed as he laid flat on his chest and turned onto his back. Jeff grinned as he brought his hand full of cum to his face and sucked in half of it. It was still a good mouthful, just half of it. Jeff then brought the remainder of cum to Warren, who eagerly ate his own cum.

Jeff reached and opened his bedside drawer. He pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. While he opened the condom wrapper, Warren pulled Jeff's foreskin over his head and nibbled on the excess foreskin with his lips.

With the condom on and lubed up, Jeff said, "I hope you're ready, Boo. I ain't even gonna prep your ass."

Hungry for cock, Warren lifted his knees to his chest, presenting his eager ass. Jeff scooted closer and aimed his dick. He leaned forward, and he entered Warren without much resistance. Jeff hissed in intense pleasure, his thick cock was in heaven sliding inside such a tight hole.

With a strained voice, Warren said, "Fuck. You're so big."

"Yeah?" Jeff asked happily while sliding more of his cock into Warren. "How much you love this black dick, Baby?"

"Haaa, fuck me," Warren groaned, gazing deeply into Jeff's dark eyes. "Fuck me. Fast and rough."

When his 9 thick inches were fully buried inside Warren's ass, Jeff laid his chest to Warren's. Holding Warren's ass up at a good angle, Jeff fucked. And he fucked without mercy. Obscene sounds of his pelvis and balls slapping against Warren's ass, both hissed and mewled.

Breathless from the rigorous fuck, Jeff asked, "You like this big cock, Baby? Tell me how much you love this hard fuck."

Warren held Jeff's cut jaw in his hands and groaned, "Fuck me. Harder. Do your best- to make me- scream."

That set off Jeff. An animal inside him came forth. He piston-fucked Warren, grunting hard and fast.

A minute later, Jeff removed his throbbing cock from Warren. He made Warren turn onto his stomach, and slid back in with ease. Jeff wrapped his arms around Warren's chest, lying fully on top of him.

"Fuck me- like you- mean it," Warren challenged with a grin.

"Want me to- teach you a fucking- lesson, baby?"

Jeff planted his hands on the bed and raised his upper body. He dug his knees into the bed with Warren's thighs between them. Jeff, as fast and hard as he could, fucked Warren long-dick style, fully removing his prick from the sinful ass and right back in.

"Aaahahaaa, fuck!" Warren moaned happily.

Jeff kissed Warren's shoulder. He then raised himself up so he kneeled.

"Shit," Jeff cursed around a soft laugh. "M'so close already, Boo."

Jeff stilled himself to prevent ejaculation. But Warren, the tease, moved his hips.

Jeff laughed and said, "Oh, you dirty fucking slut. I don't wanna cum yet. Stop."

But stop Warren did not. He continued to fuck himself on Jeff's huge cock for a moment. Jeff gripped Warren's silver hair harshly and forced the side of Warren's face into the bed.

Amused, and turned on by Warren's defiance, Jeff said, "You fucking disobedient hoe."

Warren grinned again, and once again moved his pelvis back and forth. Jeff laughed again, and removed his prick from Warren's ass.

Jeff slapped Warren's pert cheek and commanded, "Ride me, Baby."

Warren faced the black man and straddled his thighs. As Warren lowered his ass on Jeff's rigid member, Jeff planted little kisses all over Warren's neck, shoulders, and chest.

When Jeff felt suction on his neck from Warren's lips, he moved his head to detach.

"No hickeys, Bitch," Jeff said sternly but smiling, still making Warren ride him faster. "I ain't yours. You ain't mine."

Warren attached their lips in a heated kiss. He loved the sound of his cheeks slamming down on Jeff's pelvis, and Jeff's baited, shallow breath.

"I'm about- to cum," Jeff said in a strained voice. "I wanna cum in your mouth. In your mouth, Baby."

Warren practically jumped off of Jeff's steely hard prick. He ripped the condom off the black cock and sucked on Jeff's big dick with such fervour. His left hand fondled Jeff's heavy sac, and within seconds was rewarded with the first strong spurt of hot cum in his mouth.

"Ugh!" groaned Jeff with each volley of cum that shot into Warren's mouth. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ffffuck!"

Jeff gripped Warren silver hair once again. He made Warren lay down and laid right beside him. It was an extremely tight fit on the twin-sized bed, but they cuddled as they caught their breaths.

At 8:52pm, Christian walked out of the west elevator and was making his way back to his dorm room. Dorm room 905 opened suddenly. He saw the familiar silver hair, Warren, who kissed a black guy good night. He turned his head away, half due to jealousy and half to give them privacy. He continued walking down the hall in his sweat-soaked tank.

"Hey," Warren's voice said, now walking alongside Christian. "How was your workout?"

Christian looked down at Warren's 5'6" frame and answered, "It was good."

"Yeah, you look flushed."

Christian felt like Warren was checking him out. The thought caused his heart to pick up speed and a warm blush to rise from his chest to his face.

Christian asked, "Got a boyfriend, Quicksilver?"

"Nah. Just an F.W.B. situation."

"Mm," Christian nodded his head.

"He was rough," Warren said wistfully. "My throat and ass are raw and abused."

This caused Christian to choke on his own saliva. He imagined his 8" prick buried deep inside Warren's throat and making sweet love to Warren's perfect behind.

"Gonna sleep it off then?" Christian asked, trying to will his penis to not engorge with blood.

"I wish," Warren replied. "Got homework to do after I shower. I know it's only the first day of classes, but I'll do everything I can to stay caught up. Good night."

"Night."

In his dorm room, Christian quickly stripped all his clothes off, laid in bed, and jacked his cock furiously. He spilled his seed all over his neck, chest, and stomach with images of a completely undone Warren underneath him.

To Be Continued...

Biggest thanks to Brad H for reminding me that Lady Gaga's 'Million Reasons' didn't come out until 2016. If you recall from Chapter 1, Christian and his then-girlfriend were singing along to the song in his truck back in 2015. That was a rookie mistake on my part.

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