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C-U-M University -- Matthew Loves Bryan
"Matthew... Matthew... wake up..."
I did my best to open up my eyes but found the light within the room to be too blinding. There wasn't much light, but it was still enough to hurt my eyes. I could see the outline of my boyfriend and roommate Bryan looming over my bed. There wasn't much else I could see through half lidded eyes. There wasn't much else that I wanted to see. It was too early and I wanted to sleep more. I grabbed the blanket and tugged it over my head.
"Matthew, wake up. Your phone's ringing." He seemed to be pleading.
You know those moments when you wake up and you can't hear everything going on around you? Like, you may hear one thing but yours haven't tuned themselves in to everything around you? Now was one of those moments . As Bryan's words sank in, the sound came into focus. The sound of my phone was going off. I imagined that if Bryan was waking me up because of it, it must have been going off for a while.
"Who is it? Did you check?"
"It says it is your mom." The words were like a gut punch.
My mom.
I looked from my phone to Bryan and back. Bryan had that look. He signaled with his eyes that he had an expectation. A very particular one.
Under normal circumstances over the past eighteen years of my life, a call from my mom would not have been an issue. The thing was, well, since dating Bryan, I hadn't told either of my parents. Something that the man looming over me had bugged me about for the past couple of weeks. It was something that I hadn't exactly looked forward to.
It was something that Bryan and I had our first real fight about. It wasn't a huge one, but it was something that bothered him. It bothered me that it bothered him. I knew he was right. My parents should know, but it was something I was scared of. Something that countless of boys and men were scared of doing. Coming out. It was still something that I was still coming to grips with within myself.
Unlike Bryan's parents, mine were conservative. Unlike my parents, Bryan's knew about his sexual orientation. Mine did not.
For his part, Bryan wasn't completely unsympathetic. I wouldn't expect him to be. I wouldn't be dating him if he was that way. He knew it was hard, but he also didn't like to be kept a secret.
As I sat up in my bed, Bryan handed me my phone. I was still waking up as I hit the answer button. I saw that she had been calling for the past ten minutes. I had no clue what was so important that she would keep calling.
"Hey, mom, sorry I was pass...." I stammered out groggily.
"Matthew..." I could hear a quiver in her voice. Something was wrong. The pit in my stomach grew deeper as I feared something else entirely now. "Grandpa passed away last night. Hear atta..."
The sound was once again vacuumed away. I could hear the drone of my mother echoing my name, but nothing else. I shut my eyes. I wasn't as close to my grandparents as I knew I should have been, but it was still something you didn't want to hear. Not like this. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. I was still dreaming. It was a bad dream. That was all.
"Mom... no..." I began to cry. It was the first time in a long time that I remember crying. At least from sadness. Bryan saw my tears and instantly rushed to sit next to me and hold me. It helped. With my free hand I reached up and held onto his hand that was on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry baby. I know you're in college, did you want us to try and get a ticket home?" She sounded uncertain. She sounded tired. Lost. I don't think she knew what to do.
"I...I don't know. I don't think it would be best. I don't know." I was as lost as her. Her I was all the way up in Michigan with my family home in Texas. We weren't the richest. I wouldn't be in college if not for my scholarship. A ticket home and back would be a lot for my family, especially with a funeral to cover. "I think I should just stay here mom."
"Okay baby. I know its hard. I had to tell you though. Are you going to be okay?"
"I think so. What about you? Grandma?"
"We're still processing everything. Grandma isn't doing too great. Don't you worry about all that stuff. We'll worry about taking care of things here."
"Okay mom. Keep me updated. I love you."
I hung up the phone when she said it back and let the hunk of plastic fall from my hand. It had bounced off the bed and down to the carpeted floor. My whole body felt weak. I had to lay down. My muscles depleted. I fell back and collapsed into place on bed.
Bryan was by side the whole time and laid down with me. We had been dating for a couple weeks now and yet we still slept in our own beds. We had tried sleeping in the same bed a couple times, but ran into trouble. He slept with a condom on and I tossed around in my sleep. We don't know what happened exactly, but during both nights his condom come off of him. We both woke up soaked in precum from the waist down.
It didn't mean that I didn't like feeling him next to me though. In fact, I think I needed it right now. Despite him being smaller than me, I felt tiny in his arms. I felt like a child right now. My knees had tucked into my chest and I could feel the tears begin to soak into my boyfriend's chest.
Bryan never said a word. He just ran his fingers through my hair and rubbed my back. He cradled me into him. I felt so safe, but so sad. I had only known one other death in my life. My other grandfather, on my dad's side, had died when I was seven. He died in a car crash. He was drunk and crashed into a light pole. This was different. I was older now. I understood death better. It hurt. There was a void in me now.
"It's okay... it's okay...let it out. I'm right here." Bryan's voice was soothing to hear.
I huddled closer to his chest. His scent was calming. Unlike his groin, the masculine scent of his chest was subdued. It was just enough to not be overpowering. I took in a deep breath and then another.
"I'm sorry for crying so much."
"Whoa whoa, hey now. You cry all you want. I'll be here whenever you want to talk about it."
"Okay...thank you Bry." I sniffled and sat up. I used my short to wipe the snot from my nose. I was a mess.
"What happened?" He sat up with me and looked at me with nothing but loving concern. He really was the seetest guy I had ever known.
"My grandfather passed away. He had a heart attack." The words hurt to say. Speaking them somehow made it even more real and I began crying all over again.
"Oh no... I'm sorry..." I could see tears of his own forming. I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was seeing me.
"Yeah..." The thought lingered for minutes.
Minutes passed without a word spoken. The only sounds were the soft sniffles from the two of us and the bustle of the other guys moving through the hall outside our door.
The relative quiet within our room was broken eventually though. Bryan's alarm rang out. Judging by the amount of sun in the room, it was his alarm for class. His first class started an hour before mine. I watched dejectedly as he separated himself from me and grabbed his phone. He stared at it for a moment before silencing the ringing.
"I can miss this class." He put the phone on my desk near the bed and crawled back in with me.
"You shouldn't miss class because of me. I'll be fine."
"Your grandparent just passed away. You're not fine."
"We weren't super close..."
"It doesn't matter. You're obviously shaken up by it. We can afford to miss class for just one day." He kissed my forehead and dragged me back down to lay on the bed.
"I..." I almost proceeded to say that I loved him. They were words that neither of us had spoken. A few weeks of dating seemed too soon. At least to me. "Thank you Bryan."
"You're welcome. Now, relax."
"Okay..."
Some time later I slipped back into sleep. The next few hours were hazy. I remember awaking for a moment when my alarm went off. I remember Bryan getting up to silence my phone that had fallen to the ground.
There were moments in that haze that I recall Bryan pressed against my back. I could feel his hardness wedging into my rear. Despite that, he never tried anything.
Eventually I fell into real sleep. Deep sleep. There was darkness. Then there was light. I dreamed. I never had dreams. Even when I did, I never remembered them. This one I did.
I was back home. My grandfather was working on his truck in the garage. It was an old Ford. He was listening to the radio while I watched from the corner. He stopped for a moment to look over at me.
"How long have you been there?" He asked while wiping the grease from his hands with an old cloth. "Shouldn't you be in school?" A smile spread widely across his wrinkled face as he knelt in front of me.
This wasn't a memory, at least not one that I remember. This was strange. I couldn't answer. I didn't have a body, but I knew he was talking to me. At least in some way.
"It's okay. I won't tell your mom. You want to help me with my truck?" He smiled some more. Through the grease I could smell his cologne. Grandpa always wore a rich woody scent, even when at home. "Here, hold this light for me."
Even though I didn't have a hand, I felt the light being held up to the engine. In all my years with my grandfather I couldn't recall ever helping him with his truck.
"You know, I was never one for school myself." He was focused on the engine as he spoke. "Your mom tells me you're near the top of your class." He stopped working for a second and moved my non-existent hand over to shine the light further back. "You know what else she tells me? No? She told me that you have a new friend. New to your school. She also told me that he's a little different than the other boys."
He leaned over and stared directly at me. His blue eyes bore into my soul.
"She also said that you got into a fight. Apparently it was with a few other boys. You took on all those other boys by yourself? Why? Anything to do with you hanging out with that other boy? Yeah, I figured." He chuckled and slammed the hood. The noise shook me. Grandpa held onto me and shot down to my level again. "You're a good kid Matthew." It was the first time he said my name. He was really talking to me. "No matter what happens, just stay true to yourself. If others can't accept you or anyone else for who they are, that is their problem. Heck `em." He chuckled and ruffled my hair.
I felt my heart grow tight in my chest. I missed my grandfather. He lived over an hour away from my parents and it saddened me that I didn't spend as much time with him while I could. But right here, in this dream, I felt like he was with me one last time. It felt so real. His advice seemed both old and new.
Before I knew it, the dream faded. He faded. Then I felt a calm wash over me. I was back in my dorm room. I felt Bryan next to me. Sound rolled in. Bryan's phone was on my desk and a silly YouTube video was playing while I slept. I opened my eyes. My head was buried in his chest again. He saw me stir.
"Morning. How are you feeling?"
"Better. Much better actually. What time is it?"
"It's three in the afternoon."
"I need my phone."
Bryan didn't ask questions and handed my phone straight to me. I needed to message my coach. I told him that I wouldn't be at practice and told him why. There was a very short time between when the message sent and when I got the reply that it was okay to take as much time as I needed. It was a weight lifted off my chest. I didn't want to practice today. I had slept nearly all day, but I still felt tired.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just had to tell coach that I wouldn't make it to practice. I may be able to skip class and still pass, but I can't go missing practice all the time. I don't want to lose my scholarship."
"That's probably a good idea." He chuckled and smiled. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, it's weird. I had a dream about my grandfather. It was like he was speaking to me." I sat up and crawled out of bed. I had been sleeping all day and I realized more and more that I really needed to pee.
"What did he say?" He saw me getting dressed and got out of bed too. "Where are you going?"
"Bathroom." I danced in place as I slipped my flip flops on. "He just talked to me. It was weird, but I just know that everything is going to be okay. You need to pee?"
"No, go ahead. I'll be here when you get back."
Before I left, I looked Bryan over. He was still dressed in his usual bed attire of a tank top and a pair boxer shorts. Just one difference though. Hanging low, beneath the bottom or his boxers was a large balloon filled with clear liquid. The thing looked close to bursting. It was that or it would fall off his dong from the sheer weight alone. All I could do was shake my head and laugh at the unique problem my boyfriend had.
"Be right back." I assured him and gave him a kiss on the lips before leaving.
I rushed down the hall and hurried to use the restroom as fast as possible. While at the urinal I heard two guys talking from the entranceway near the showers.
"Hey you know that black kid, the nerdy one down the hall?"
They were talking about Bryan. Obviously.
"What about him?" I couldn't recognize either voice, but there was a growing pit in my stomach that I wouldn't like where the conversation was going.
"Did you hear the news?" I had finished peeing, but I stood in place waiting for them to finish speaking.
"Kurt shares class with the guy and swears that he has a fucking hog in his pants." I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from bursting out with laughter. That was not where I expected the conversation to go.
"Kurt's full of shit. There's no way that scrawny guy is packing heat."
I had been in college for a couple months now, living in the same dorm. Showered with plenty of dudes, but didn't recognize these two. Maybe it was because I was always at baseball around this time. Bryan and me kept to a pretty routine schedule. We ate and showered around the same time everyday. It was possible that we had simply never crossed paths.
"Maybe you're right. He lives in the dorm, know anyone who's seen him shower? What about his roommate?"
I felt myself seize up. Uh oh. This was not the conversation I wanted to have. Hopefully since I didn't recognize the two guys, they wouldn't know me. I threw my dick back in my shorts and went to the sink to wash up.
"Don't know. Why are we talking about some dudes dick anyway? Are you gay?" This guy was obviously the macho type. I saw the two in the reflection of the mirror. Macho looked like he could be on the football team. The other dude looked smaller, fit. Could be a track guy. Maybe a smaller member of the football team.
"No...just..." He trailed. There was a subtle quiver in his voice. It was familiar. "It doesn't matter."
"Yeah...sure..." Macho scoffed and the two began to undress.
That was my cue to get the fuck out of there. I ran back down the hall as quick as before and slipped into the room. When I got inside I saw Bryan sitting at his desk. He was still in his underwear, but the condom had been changed.
"What's that look for?" He must have seen the shock on my face that I still had from earlier.
"Nothing... just..." I had to shake my head. It was worth telling Bryan. I didn't know if he would get a kick out of it or not, but at the very least I knew I hated it when people talked about me without me knowing. "You know a guy named Kurt?"
"Yeah. Why?" He seemed genuinely confused, but not nervous in any way.
"Some guys were in the bathroom and mentioned you. They said some guy named Kurt told them that you were..."
"That I was?" He now seemed to be more on edge.
"Hung."
"Oh... oh..." He was definitely lost in thought now. His eyes darted from side to side trying to think. "I guess it was bound to get out eventually."
"Yeah. I guess it's kind of hard to hide." I shrugged and sat on his bed because it was closer to his chair. "You're not upset about people talking about you?"
"Not really. I used to be. Maybe it was because it was high school and it was coming from people I grew up with. I didn't like the thought of them knowing something like that about me. I guess college is different." He turned his chair towards me when I sat down. I noticed that his cock had dropped out of his boxers. Every time I saw that monster it shocked me. "You know that eventually people are going to know that the two of us are dating."
"Yeah... I suppose..." I shrugged. I honestly was having a hard time focusing on the conversation now. My eyes were glued to his dick. I simply couldn't help it.
"You what that means right? People might make fun of you. Call you names. That doesn't bother you?"
I had to think for a moment before responding. That meant tearing my eyes away from his lap and looking up at my boyfriend. My boyfriend. I was dating a man. A black man. I was gay. The more I said it to myself, the less it seemed to surprise me. This was who I was. It would always be a part of me. Was I ready for all that came with it? What would my teammates think when they found out?
Sure, college campuses were pretty liberal, but the sports world was different. Guys acted different in a locker room. Would that affect my play? My scholarship?
I could handle random people. I could take insults. What scared me the most were what I would hear from my teammates and my family. Especially my family.
"I'd be lying if I said it didn't worry me. I've never had to deal with anything like that before. What I do know is that it doesn't matter. As long as I'm being true to myself." My grandfather's words rang in my head. Or were they mine? It was a dream after all.
"You know you can always come to me if anything bothers you right? He got up from his chair and stood over me. He had to lean over, but he pulled me into a small hug while I was sitting down. It was nice being cradled into his chest. "Sorry about your grandpa." He whispered into my ear. "I'm sorry that I nag you about telling your parents. I know it's hard. I forget sometimes." He ran his fingers through my hair. I don't know how someone Bryan's size could make me feel so small, but he always found a way.
"I know Bryan. I know..." I simply muttered weakly. His words were moving me to tears again and I didn't want to cry. Not again. I had enough tears for one year, let alone a year. I sniffled and dried my eyes. I needed to change the subject. I nudged and looked up at him. "I'm hungry."
"Me too." I watched as he looked down to his flat belly and then back up to me.
It was already close to evening time and I don't believe either of us had eaten anything all day. I know I hadn't.
Both of us began to get ready to go out. It was strange going to the cafeteria at this time. Over the past couple months, especially the last few weeks, the two of us had fallen into a fairly predictable routine. Bryan would wake up before me for class. I would go to mine later in the morning. In the middle of the day the two of us would share lunch. I would go do my stuff for baseball and then Bryan and I would hang out in the room together until dinner. There was only one other thing that was a constant in our days. The time of day would vary, but it was something that happened every single day.
"Did you eat earlier?" I asked as we made our walk towards the cafeteria together.
"No, I didn't want to leave you." Bryan was carrying his empty water jug with him in one hand. It should have been a clue to my question of whether he had eaten or not.
"I'm sorry." I moped. I didn't like the fact that he missed so much to look after me. I didn't know for sure, but I was pretty sure that he missed class on top of breakfast and lunch.
"Don't be. I don't eat much as it is." He shrugged. From his tone, he didn't seem upset at all.
"What about class? Did you skip those as well?"
"I did, but I messaged my teachers. I told them that I had to take care of a friend." He smiled.
A part of what he said hurt me. It hurt in a way that I was sure that it hurt him. Friend. That word. It was a word that I knew he wanted to be different. It should have been boyfriend. There was no reason that I shouldn't be. I know that Bryan refrained from public displays of affection and hid our relationship because of me.
My right hand moved over to his left. My fingers twisted with his. Bryan stopped walking.
"What are you doing?" His eyes went wide as he simply stared at me as the two of us stood on the sidewalk in the middle of campus.
"Holding your hand." I stated flatly. I answered as if he had just asked the simplest question in the world.
"But... oh...okay..." His eyes lingered on mine for a moment. There seemed to be a hint of tears welling up at the corners. Then, a wide smile. Joy. Pure joy. His fingers tightened within our grasp and we continued walking.
The rest of the walk resumed in silence. It was nice holding his hand. It felt natural. I regretted not doing it sooner. I had thought people would gasp or stare or even yell out things, but nothing happened. Some people looked our way, but no one seemed shocked in the slightest.
Why would they?
It seemed like such a silly thought. Up until today, in my mind, it wasn't. I had been so sure that people would judge me. Maybe that had to do with my southern upbringing.
Maybe they would judge me. Before, that thought bothered me. Now, at least right here and in this moment, it didn't. I was happy with Bryan. He made me feel good. He cared for me.
When we reached the cafeteria our hands separated. We had to open doors and we went our separate ways to grab food. I went to the chow line while Bryan gathered food from the salad bar. While waiting in line I watched my boyfriend as he filled his water bottle and promptly chugged the entire thing before filling it up again.
"Thirsty?" I asked jokingly as I sat at the table with him.
"No...not anym...oh, you saw? Yeah. I was really hurting for some water." He laughed and shoveled a pile of greens into his mouth. He looked like a starved rabbit.
"You know you could have left the room to fill your water? You didn't have to stay right by my side." I was hungry as well, but not as much as Bryan. I could still feel a dark cloud over my thoughts and it had its effect on my appetite.
"I know, but I didn't want you to wake up without me there." He dropped his head and shrugged sheepishly.
"Why are you so good to me?" My question caught him off guard because he stopped eating and looked up at me. The jovial smile flatlined into a blank stare.
"You're my boyfriend." He returned with his own reply of obviousness.
"Yeah, but you are so much better to me than I am to you. All I've done is hide the truth from people and stress you out. I'm a terrible boyfriend." I sulked. I felt like shit suddenly. I was with this amazing guy. A guy that would drop everything, including food and water, to be by my side and comfort me. Meanwhile, I couldn't even admit my true feelings. I couldn't be open about myself to others besides him. I was an asshole and he dated me anyways. Why?
"That's not true..." I could see him panic. His voice lowered and he kept looking around at the nearby tables. I knew that this was a conversation that we should have had in our room, but I needed to get it out.
"It is. It took us dating for three weeks for me to hold your hand in public for the first time. Three weeks Bryan. Why are you with me?" I was on the verge of tears. My heart began to race.
"Because..." There was a long pause. He saw my eyes water and his began to do the same. He still kept his voice low. He was doing his best to not draw attention. Lucky for him, it was still early for dinner and there weren't many people in the giant eating hall. "...because, you were the first person, outside of my parents, who treated me nicely. From the moment we met, you accepted me. You're the jock, I'm the nerd. You're the guy who is supposed to make fun of me or abandon me to hang out with your attractive friends. You never did though. You always included me in your plans." He was huffing fast. His eyes were puffy with tears, though they never broke.
His words ate at me. Because I was nice. That couldn't be it. I didn't do anything special. I wasn't special. I was just some confused eighteen year old jock. Bryan was smart. He had a future. What did I have? What did I bring to the relationship?
"I don't deserve you..." I lowered my head. My tears began to splatter onto the table below. Heavy drops fell like a soft rolling storm.
"Hey..." His hand reached out to mine. "Yes you do. I know it is hard to believe. Trust me when I say that you have been a wonderful boyfriend. You always take the time to ask me about my day. You remind me to take my pills. You even got me exercising. Something I thought I would never do. You are a good man and an even better partner to me. Trust me, please." The last sentence broke me from my funk. There was sadness in his voice. He pleaded with me. Begged me to listen.
My eyes caught his. I hated seeing his tears. He was too precious. He was also right. He was always right. I just hated myself for not being a better person for him.
"I'm sorry Bryan. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry. I'm going to do better by you." My eyes locked with his. It had been three weeks. It felt too soon. As I stared at him, I knew the words in my head were true. "I...I... I... lov..."
"I love you Matthew." He said it first.
We had never kissed in public before this moment, but our lips met in the middle of that table. I kissed my boyfriend for the entire school to see. For the entire world. I didn't care. I loved him. He loved me back.
Our tongues moved around each other. This wasn't a simple peck on the lips. It was passionate. Suddenly the room became hotter. I felt my pants tighten. I wanted him.
"We need to get back to the room." He broke the kiss. His eyes were burning with lust. As he stood from the table I could see that through the constrictive underwear and baggy sweats he wore, there was an unmistakable bulge. He must have been rock hard. He wanted sex. He wanted me. Me. "Now." I could have been imagining things, but I swore I heard the faint sound of fabric ripping.
The next couple minutes passed in a flash. We dumped our trays and practically ran across campus. We must have looked ridiculous dashing down the sidewalk towards our dorm, but I know I didn't care. I wanted it as badly as he did.
The moment we entered our room Bryan was on me. Despite his smaller size, he was able to push me back to his bed with ease. The force shocked me and when my knees reached the frame they instantly folded and I collapsed backwards onto the mattress. He followed me down to the bed. His lips planted on mine. His hands grasped at my muscles. It was something that I learned that he loved about me.
Even though Bryan was a top, he loved how strong I was. He loved how my body looked. To be honest, it felt good knowing how much he liked how I looked. How much he loved it.
Meanwhile, my hands reached down to his hips. I felt around blindly for his marvelous bulge. My hand wrapped around his monstrous package. I shuddered as the warmth touched my skin. I needed to feel him directly. I needed his skin touching mine. I eagerly grasped for the waistband of his bottoms. He knew what I was doing and lifting his hips off of mine to give me room. With one strong pull his bottoms had slipped down below his ass.
His heavy cock sprang up and wedged against our two bodies as he settled himself back down. He didn't have a condom on and I could feel his thick slimy precum already soaking my clothes. His flow felt heavier than usual. His cock, subtly harder.
"Take your shorts off." He growled in my ear. His voice sounded deeper than normal. Forceful. I shuddered once more, but did as I was told.
Within two seconds my gym shorts and underwear were on the floor. My seven inch cock was wildly erect and slapped against my lower belly. Bryan stood over me now, his thighs pressed to the edge of the bed and my legs were spread by him and dangled past him. His cock loomed over me. The horse cock pulsed with need. The shaft covered in veins. That huge purple head leaked a steady stream of pre down onto my belly.
"Matthew, I want you. I want you so bad..." His voice came out in a lustful growl. I saw his eyes looking down at my body. There was so much need.
His desire for me was temporarily disarming. I wanted him too. As he lowered his hips to mine, the daze faded. His cock slapped down on top of mine and the length of his cock reached past my belly button. He was a monster. It was a monster. There was no way he would fit.
"Bryan, we've talked about this..." I tried to reason. I saw him lower even further until his face was between my thighs.
"I know, but I've wanted this for so long. Please, can we try?" The gruff tone of his voice had evaporated, but the desire was still there. He knew how scared I was about taking him.
Bryan and I had talked weeks ago about sex. Contrary to my former belief, my boyfriend's previous sexual experience didn't extend to actual sex. His former friends with benefits were just as scared of Bryan's size as I was.
So, instead, over the last few weeks I had serviced Bryan orally every single day. I had swallowed countless mouthfuls of his thick cum. Bryan had loved covering me in his cum. He told me that it felt like he was marking me as his.
This didn't erase his desire to take my virginity. To lose his own, with me. I had to admit, I was curious. Bryan had offered to finger me and loosen me up, but that was back when I was still on the fence about my true feelings. Now, I could admit that I loved him. Maybe I was ready.
"Let's try." I nervously breathed. "Loosen me first?" It felt awkward to ask. I had never had to say those words before, but Bryan didn't care how the words came out. I watched as his eyes lit up with excitement.
"Yeah? For real?! You mean it?" His hands went to my thighs and pushed them back. My tight virginal hole was bared wide open for the man between my thighs. His face mere inches away.
"Yes Bryan, just, please be gentle." I pleaded and shut my eyes.
I don't know what I expected first. I supposed that I should have. Without a word, I felt something wet press against my hole. It was Bryan's tongue. He hadn't hesitated and he immediately began to lick all over my little white hole.
"Oh fuck..." I bit my lip. I didn't expect it to feel so good. My hand reached down to his head. My fingers dug into his hair, holding him in place.
I could feel the tip of his tongue trying to press into me. It felt so weird, yet so good. He slurped and sucked aggressively. I could go for Bryan eating my ass for hours, but after a few minutes I felt one of his hands move along my thigh. I knew what was coming now. I tensed as his finger drew closer to my little rosebud. His face withdrew from my ass and he leaned back. I opened my eyes and met his. He was looking for permission. I gave a nod and instantly felt a ball of pressure in my rear. His finger pushed into me. For the first time in my life, something foreign was inside my ass.
"How is it?" He asked cautiously. His finger didn't move. He held it in place as I grew accustomed to the feeling.
"Not bad..." I winced. There was a slight burning sensation. It didn't feel normal. I felt like his finger shouldn't be inside me, but it wasn't painful. At least not to the point that I needed him to stop. "...keep going."
Bryan looked at me for a moment and then back to my ass. After another second he began to move his finger. The movement was slow at first. His finger gently glided back and forth inside me.
The sensation was new, different. It wasn't bad, but wasn't as good as when he was licking me. His finger kept sawing back and forth for another few minutes before I felt him begin to wiggle it around inside me. He seemed to be trying to move from side to side. I winced as my hole stretched open wider.
"You okay?" He asked tenderly. I was put a little at ease by how careful he was.
"I'm okay."
"Can you handle another?" He asked and I felt another finger rest against my hole.
"Yes." I said it with more confidence than I actually had.
Once more, Bryan pushed into me. This time I felt a bit of pain as his two fingers penetrated my rear. I sucked in air through my teeth and my hole clenched around him.
"Need me to grab the lube?" He had already pulled out his fingers and rushed to his desk drawer before I even had a chance to respond. "This should help." He said with the same tenderness as always.
I heard the cap pop open on the lube. There was a wet squelch as he lubed up both his fingers and my hole. When his fingers were reinserted I noticed an immediate difference. The burning sensation was almost gone completely and the painful feeling from my ass being stretched wasn't nearly as bad. In fact, it actually felt quite good.
"Much better, that feels nice." I smiled down at Bryan as he moved his hand. My cock responded to his motions by beginning to twitch with life. A small bead of precum gathered at the tip.
"Yeah?" He asked, a hint of excitement rising in his voice. "You like my fingers inside you?" He began to dirty talk. I knew it was something he wasn't fully comfortable with. Hell, it wasn't something I was used to doing, but we both agreed it was something we would try more.
"Yes, I love when my boyfriend uses me. I love your big black cock and your huge balls." It felt weird to say, despite the truth of it. I knew Bryan liked it though.
Without warning I felt a third finger join the other two inside my ass. There was plenty of lube, so the penetration wasn't too painful, but it did catch me by surprise. I jolted from the new stretching and let out a lengthy moan. Part of the surprise was a new found sensation. I didn't know what Bryan was doing exactly, but there was a new pressure. There was pressure on some part of me that wasn't there before and it caused my cock to quickly rise to attention.
"I see that my boyfriend likes his little hole stretched wide." He grinned. I watched as his free hand dropped from my thigh and disappeared between his legs below the edge of the bed. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could hear it. His arm moved in long drawn out strokes. I heard his cock being lubed up. The wet schlick of his movements echoed the impending reality of what was about to happen. "I'm going to fuck that tight little white hole of yours. I can't wait to be inside you. I'm going to fuck you so good Matthew. I'm going to fill you up. Oh fuck..." He groaned and stood up.
His angry cock looked like it was about to burst. That fat bulbous tip was flared out wide. Wider than his shaft. He was dripping his nasty thick slime all over me as he lined up his massive fuck stick with my hole. His fingers slipped out and my hole was immediately kissed by that fat knob as he tried to make entry. Bryan had stretched me out with three of his fingers, but that didn't even come close to the thickness of his girthy hammer of a cock.
"Wait! BRYAN!" I screamed. Loud enough to easily be heard out in the halls or through the walls on either side of our room.
My scream didn't matter. With one forceful shove, Bryan had used the recent vacancy to his advantage and managed to force his gigantic cock head completely inside of me. For a small moment, time stopped. I felt a white blinding light of pain shoot through my whole body as it left me stunned.
The two of us were no longer virgins. I was officially being fucked by another man. Luckily for me, Bryan had the control to remain perfectly still. I think the moment shocked him as well because he simply stood there over me with his mouth hanging open and a look of pure bliss on his face.
Meanwhile, I was coming to terms with the immense stretching of my insides. It was too much. Instinctively, my hands went to Bryan's hips and tried to push him away. It was the first time in my life that I felt too weak. I couldn't get him out of me. His apple sized cock head remained lodged inside me.
Time resumed.
"Out out out out....get it out....oh fuck Bryan. Too big... get out, pull it out..." I was like a broken record. I couldn't stop. It was all my brain could think of. My cock immediately began to wilt.
"Shhh, it's okay. It's okay." I felt his hips retreat less than an inch. The fat crown of his tip stretched me open just that little bit wider before he slipped himself back in. "I'm going to start moving. It'll help." He tried to reassure me. He didn't sound like himself. He voice was hurried and frantic. Almost like an older brother trying to calm his little brother down after hurting him.
I watched as he reached over to the lube that he had thrown on the bed and popped the cap. He squeezed the bottle straight onto his shaft. With tiny little pumps he worked the lubrication into me. He hadn't moved more than an inch of his length into me beyond his tip, but it felt like I had a baseball bat shoved inside of me. The pain would simply not go away.
"Please Bryan...pull out for just one second." I pleaded. Tears were in my eyes from the pain.
Somehow, through the pleas, my words reached Bryan and I felt his cock fully slip out of me. My ass felt like a crater. I could feel the rush of cold from our air conditioning on my hole. I tried to squeeze myself shut, but I knew that my ass wasn't closing.
"Are you okay?" Bryan asked, sounding more like his usual caring self. He looked sad, but also worried.
"I'm okay..." It was a partial lie. My fingers went to my hole. I was indeed still gaping open, but when I pulled my hand up to wards my face I saw that there wasn't any blood. That was a good thing. After a few seconds I felt the desire to continue fill me again. "Can you put some more lube on. I think we can try again."
Bryan lit right back up. He covered his tip in more than enough lube and I felt his fingers go back to stretching me. This time he slipped in a fourth finger. I barely noticed.
"You're doing so well Matthew. I love you. I'm going to go back in now." I nodded back at him and gripped the blanket tightly.
Just like before, Bryan removed his fingers and immediately lined up his cock to replace them. This time however the pain was significantly less. In fact, that familiar pressure returned. It felt good. Kind of. My cock jumped and returned to life. I could do this. I wanted to do this. I wanted Bryan to fuck me.
"I think I can take a little more." I nervously gasped.
Bryan responded by pumping his hips a little farther into me. There were only a few inches inside of me now, but it felt like he was in my stomach.
"You're so tight. You feel so good around my cock. I've never felt anything like this before. Matthew...fuck..." I could tell that Bryan was getting close to cumming. At the same time, I could see he was trying to hold back. He was barely moving, but I had a feeling he was fighting a losing battle.
"Your cock feels really good Bryan. I love you. I want you to fill me up. I want to feel your shoot all your cum inside me. Breed m..."
The instant I said the word `breed' I felt a flood gate open within me. Bryan gasped and I felt my insides being painted with rope after rope of his thick cum. His orgasm lasted nearly a full minute as he filled me. There was so much cream that I could feel it squirt out of my hole.
Before he finished shooting, I felt Bryan's chest collapse onto mine. We both had our shirts on still, not having bothered taking them off. They were covered in a mixture of each other's fluids, but we didn't care. My arms wrapped around my boyfriend's back and held him close as I felt each pulse of his massive meat inside of me. I knew that he hadn't fully fucked me, but I knew that the two of us had plenty of other opportunities.
There was a long period of silence as I ran my fingers along my boyfriend's back. I held him close. It seemed like neither of us had any clue what to say. The silence felt nice. I could feel Bryan twitching inside of me. I couldn't tell if he was still cumming, knowing him, it was a possibility.
"Thank you..." Bryan finally broke the silence. His voice wasn't happy though. It was filled with sadness.
"Bryan, sweetie..." I rarely ever called Bryan by pet names. Neither of us did. In the moment, it felt right. "What's wrong?" He moved around, shifting his weight around so that he could look up at my face.
"Nothing's wrong. I just... I just thought that I'd never find someone who would accept me, who would take me." He smiled half heartedly at me. His dick began to soften inside me and I felt a wave of cum slip out around his shaft and onto the bed. "...and I'm sorry that I couldn't last longer." He looked away from me, unable to face me.
"Hey, hey, it's okay Bryan. I don't care about that Bryan. I love you. I'm just glad that you didn't try and shove your whole thing inside me." I let out a small chuckle. It was hard to laugh given the atmosphere, but I wanted him to know I wasn't upset. "I'm no expert, but from what I hear, most people don't last long their first time." I smiled at him, even though he was looking away.
"I feel bad though." He looked up and saw me smiling.
"Why?" I tilted my head.
"I didn't make you cum." He smiled back sheepishly.
"You can always give me a blowjob?" I grinned. If there was one thing that I knew about sex, it was that I loved getting a good blowjob.
"I could do that." His smile grew and I felt his cock slip out from me as he climbed down from my chest and kneeled on the carpet. "This is going to take forever to clean." He commented as he looked down and around at all the cum that was splattered on the floor and on the bedspread.
"We'll have to invest in a lot of towels for next time, maybe put a bunch of them down beforehand?" I snickered and then gasped as Bryan took me in his mouth. I was still semi-hard from the fucking, but he was able to swallow me whole regardless.
"Next time?" He raised a brow and then resumed sucking me.
"Umphhhh, why are you so good at that..." I hissed and sucked in as he swallowed with my whole shaft in his mouth. "Yeah, suck my white cock sweetie." I teased and pressed on the back of his head while pumping my hips. "And why do you say that like a question, of course there's going to be a next time." I laughed genuinely, but stopped as I felt myself get closer to orgasm. I wasn't there yet, but I knew Bryan had the skill to get me off in a matter of minutes with his mouth. Or maybe I just had poor stamina.
"Yeah?" He stopped bobbing along my length, sitting up and stroking my spit covered shaft with his hand. His grip tightened each time he passed over my tip. It was torture. "You liked feeling my big black cock inside you?" He gave me the biggest grin.
"Not at first, but let's say it grew on me. Maybe next time I'll be able to take more of you."
"Balls deep?" His mouth clamped back on my tip and his tongue swirled around. I was close.
"Fuck...Bryan... we'll see...I'm cumming..." I grit my teeth and began to pump my hips. "Swallow it, swallow my cum." I groaned as I felt my load pour into his mouth. It wasn't much compared to him, but it felt good all the same. My cock spasmed and twitched inside his mouth for a few moments before he finally let me go. My limp cock slipped free and slapped down to the cum soaked blanket.
"I love you Matthew."
"I love you Bryan."