Frat Boy Fuck
Leslie Clayton
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Leslie Clayton
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I sat at a table with a beer can in my hand, laughing with my fraternity brothers as we played “Never Have I Ever”. At the beginning of the semester, it had been a good way to get to know each other, but now it was a weapon to get each other wasted.
Evening was becoming morning and we were beyond drunk. We should have stopped, but we were having too much fun. My roommate, Jake, across the table raised his can. His green eyes were clouded over with drink and his sandy hair was unkempt, but he was still the most handsome man I had seen.
“Never have I ever had a gay fantasy,” he said.
Laughing and caught up in the moment, I brought my can up and took a chug. I realized right away my frat brothers were staring at me. I had been the only one to drink.
“You did hear me right, Toby?” Jake asked.
Uh-oh. It was time for damage control.
“I don't mean like. Y'know. Weird stuff. It's just if a guy wanted to like, suck my dick, well I guess I wouldn't stop him.”
My friends nodded their heads in thought, reaching the same conclusion. It shouldn't be any different from having a woman do it, right? I studied Jake's face in particular, his reaction would be the most important to me.
Aside from being my roommate, I had been attracted to him since we first met. I would never dare to tell him unless I knew what his answer would be. It was frustrating to see his face noncommittal, hiding his thoughts.
I'd had crushes on other guys in the past, but Jake was the first I'd felt something more. His warm laugh, kind face, and charming personality all sent my mind to a wonderful place. I'd spent many lonely mornings wanting to tell him everything, to have him accept my confession and embrace me.
I could never be true to myself, though. I'd had to swallow down this secret, keep it to myself and pretend to be interested in the women at our mixers.
The game moved on, the others deciding that as long as you were on the receiving end, a guy could blow you all he wanted. The conversation left the topic, but my imagination lingered over it and the handsome face of my roommate.
We didn't last much longer at the game before we all wandered back to our rooms. I barely made it to my bed as I tried to undress along the way. I ended up half in bed with my jeans around my ankles and passed out before I could fix myself.
Morning rolled around soon enough, and I clung to the last bits of my sleep. My dream had been unusually vivid, a dream where Jake had approached me and confessed his longing for me. He had his hands in my boxers when I woke.
My heart skipped a beat when I realized he did have his hands on me. He was kneeling at the foot of my bed, fingers tracing nervously over my exposed member. I was half-erect from sleep, but knowing he was making a move caused me to flush with pleasure.
I decided the best thing to do was fake sleeping. He firmly gripped my cock and stroked it to a full erection, easy to do with my excitement. He pumped his hand in a slow, steady motion, coaxing me to rise even higher. His hand was practiced and hit all the right spots, pausing to roll his thumb under my head.
I had to keep from springing off the bed when I felt his tongue tease over my glans. He paused, I assume he was looking to see if that woke me up. When I stayed still, he ran his tongue along my shaft, over the top, and down again.
He slicked me down like this for a few sensual moments before his lips kissed the tip of my cock. His mouth accepted the head and slid towards the base, but he was only able to take in half of my large member. His hand wrapped around the rest and he began to work against me.
He was warm and gentle, his mouth, tongue, and hand all gliding over my most sensitive areas. He waved his tongue against me at first, before starting to bob his head in a steady rhythm.