The Multiple Month Hunt
I wanted to write something short, fun, and slightly grounded in truth :P So here's a quickie :D
The Multiple Month Hunt
I wanted to write something short, fun, and slightly grounded in truth :P So here's a quickie :D
Hello everybody! School has been done for a week and I've been sort of scrambling trying to find a job and set myself up for summer classes. My dad says there's no such thing as summer vacation for 21 year olds... lol. I'm completely fine with that though. I've still got enough free time to work on my writing. So here's something I've been adding a little to every day for the past month whenever I have a moment. So I hope whoever may read this enjoys reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.
As always, all criticism is much appreciated as I'm trying to become a better writer. And don't forget to rate/comment/watch if you enjoy it :)
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Hm... I looked him over. So he looked a bit like my previous crush... Except the perfect blue eyes replaced by mellow brown ones. And all brown fur instead of a mix between golden blonde and brown. Some kind of lab I think... And I walked in on him giving another guy a back massage in a room full of people. Not to stereotype, but he sounded a little gay. Apparently he's straight. Or so people keep telling me. Like hell if that's gonna stop me from trying.
It's not often you come across cute guys like this. Ignoring that they may look like somebody I have a history with. And even if he doesn't want to do anything it's always fun to stare. There is only one issue with this whole thing as far as I can tell. I'm "straight" too... I've managed to see my fair share of straight guys naked though. And I've gotten to knock around some top quality cocks. You just have to know which buttons to push. And fine. Call me a whore. I won't disagree with you. So long as you call me the number one whore. I at least want to be the best. But I'm getting off topic.
This cute pup. Vulnerable freshmen. This stuff sort of makes me long for a simpler feral attitude towards things of this nature. Hunter and the hunted. Hot furs just do something to my big cat instincts. Mainly turn them on. We hung out there for a few hours. I managed to keep the drool hidden and my motives safe. So it was definitely a successful night of sorts. One of the ones where you're just glad you didn't fuck something up.
Time passed and we started hanging out more on our own. He was always a fucking card. Doing crazy out of the ordinary things. I never thought I'd see the day a straight guy plopped his cock on my forehead. But I guess there's a first time for everything. I'm just proud I kept my cool. Even if your target is waved in your face, you haven't necessarily caught it. So I stayed calm and kept playing the waiting game.
By this time I'd known him for a good few months. At this point we had become pretty good friends. I'd stopped hanging out at their place since his room mate was a cunt so we'd just got to friends' places or mine if we hung out. Finals week was nearing and I'd yet to enjoy myself at all this year. Minus some very mild cuddling with a guy from a bar. Anybody who knew me, could tell you that wasn't enough. So when he messaged me asking for an escape for the night, I don't know what it was... But I knew that it was the day.
It was the middle of the week. We both had examinations that day so it was safe to say we were both stressed from the workload. It definitely seemed like the perfect day to say fuck it. Especially since we had both already tested and didn't really have to do much the following morning. I pulled out a couple shot glasses and we started passing the vodka back and forth.
I was nearing shot seven about to get ready for shot eight. I put my shot glass down and gave him an intense look as he downed the last few shots in the bottle. "...Really?" I asked. He looked back at me and then smirked. I stood up, grabbed bottled water, and migrated from the living room to the bedroom. He stumbled into the room and landed on top of me in my bed. Then blew the smell of vodka into my nose and laughed, accidentally causing me to get some of the water on my shirt.
After killing my sense of smell and freeing me of my shirt, he grabbed the remote then pressed play. It was sort of cold so we were doing some above-sheets-cuddling. His hand kept brushing past my nipple, accidentally as far as i could tell. But it was enough for me to be turned on in my drunken state and not so subtly mention the change in status. His response was to start rubbing it. Saying I enjoyed it would be an understatement. The satisfaction I was getting from this was obvious. A combination of sexual frustration and discomfort flaunted by my golden boxer briefs was all he needed to see to know he was doing something right.
A minute after the teasing had commenced he paused and said, "You're lucky. I wish I had something that turned me on so easily so fast." Without hesitation, I grabbed his cock and rubbed. It wasn't the first time I'd seen it, or touched it. Just the first time it was done in a sexual nature. I kept rubbing. His breaths had become shorter and softer and his dick was pulsing. I reminded myself he was a virgin and decided I'd be the first one to give him a blow job.
I shifted my body into a better position. I repositioned his cock to beside my lips. It was a fairly large cock that fit his body well. Fully hard and probably somewhere between seven and eight inches. I went down on him as if my life depended on it. The first two times I went down I payed extra attention to the head with my tongue. I was probably enjoying myself more than he was. It was the first time all school year I'd gotten to play around so I was going to try to savor it.
I noticed my gag reflex had gone away after the third or fourth time I went down... So I started deep throating him while still following the tongue patterns I started with. I rubbed his stomach with one hand and held his side with the other. His body was trembling and he was clutching a pillow for dear life.
His breathing was erratic and his body was writhing. I went down one more time. He moaned loudly as his body jumped, cock spasmed sending wave after wave of warmth into the back of my throat. I continued sucking until it went soft. Then moved back up beside him. After his breathing became normal it became quiet. I whispered, "I'm drunk... but even sober I like you...". He leaned in, kissing me on the back of my neck and held me as we drifted to sleep.
A few weeks later we hung out before our final examinations. It was getting late so we headed to bed in his dorm. I woke up cold. It was hard listening to him sleep in the adjacent bed. I noticed his snoring was soft and short instantly leaving me to think of what had happened. We had both decided given the timeframe it was best to just remain friends... As much as I wanted to fret over that specific disappointment, I knew exams were coming up the following day so I rolled back over and continued trying to go to sleep.