The College Life They NEVER told me about

Chapter 3: This is the Beginning of a Beautiful Relationship



I woke up the next morning, still cuddled in Brad’s warm body. I blinked as I woke up and as my brain was starting to wake up, I came to the sudden realization that



MY ASS HURT LIKE HELL!!!!



Obviously, this was from the mad monkey sex we’d had the previous night, but I didn’t think the morning after would hurt so much. I lifted Brad’s arm, which had been around me and slipped out of his bed. No, I wasn’t leaving. I grabbed my boxers and shirt and put them on quietly. I glanced over at Brad’s roommate’s bed and it looked like it hadn’t been touched one bit.



I walked over to Brad’s laptop and opened up an Internet window. I went to the hotmail site so I could check my email and I didn’t have much, just two emails that were junk and one from my parents. I opened the one from my parents. Here were the contents:



\"Hey James



How did your English paper go? Did you turn it in on time? What about that history test? We hope that you studied well for it.



Anyway, we’ll be up in a few weeks for parents’ weekend. See you then. Study hard!

Love,

Mom and Dad\"





Ah yes, such are the emails of my parents. Always asking me about my GRADES, as if they’re important or something. I mean, HELLO, I now have a boyfriend. Who has time for grades and papers and tests when you have a boyfriend?!?! I certainly don’t.



But then again, I’ve only had a boyfriend for one day. Not even a full day yet! Oh well, whatever. I signed out of hotmail and then looked over at Brad sleeping like a baby (an extremely gorgeous baby, I might add) and it made me love him even more. I then looked to see if my favorite author Meg Cabot had updated her blog. She had, and I read it: it was TOTALLY hilarious. I had to stifle some of my laughs so as not to wake Brad up. I finished reading it and then closed the Internet window and sat there at Brad’s desk for a while, just thinking. After a few minutes, I think Brad realized the warmth of my body was gone and he woke up, looking around for me. I stood up and walked over to the bed and gave him a kiss good morning (on the cheek because I didn’t want to taste his bad morning breath and I’m sure he didn’t want to taste mine either.)



I climbed back into bed with him and cuddled with him, my hand going down to his already erect cock (morning wood; what can I say, I love it even more now that I have a boyfriend!) and began stroking it. Brad slid up and kinda sat up. I moved down to his cock and began to lick it up and down. He moaned as I licked all around the head and tugged a little on his balls. I then began to suck his cock (though I couldn’t swallow every inch, I’m sure I’ll be able to with a little time) and since I couldn’t swallow every inch, my other hand went to the bottom of his shaft and gave a little hand job so his whole cock got some form of pleasure. He moaned and ran his hand through my hair, stroking it lovingly. His cock was so tasty to suck on, like a warm popsicle (except not any kind of flavor, mainly just salty); precum was coming out of his dick making it easier for me to suck it. I continued to suck up and down the few inches I was able to take in my mouth without gagging. I took one of my fingers and made my way down to his hole and massaged it to open it up a bit, though it seemed to me like it didn’t need any more opening. It seemed pretty open to me (obviously NOT a virgin) and I went ahead and put my finger in, feeling the warmth of his ass around my finger. He moaned some more as I brought my finger in and out. I put in another and kept doing it as I sucked on his dick. After another two minutes, my jaw started hurting, so I stopped sucking and just continued the handjob.



Brad caressed his chest as I continued to move my hand rapidly up and down his warm throbbing cock and fingered his hole, making it nice and wet for what I was gonna do after he shot his load. After a few seconds, Brad moaned more and was able to grunt out that he was gonna cum and just as he finished that sentence, his white creamy load shot out of his cock, landing on his chest and a little on his face with a heavy splat. I kept jerking him off making sure to get every last drop out. I leaned over and licked up and down his withering cock and then up his chest and then on his face. His cum tasted heavenly and I loved having it in my mouth. I swallowed it, missing having his load in my mouth, but I could still taste it and I hoped that taste would never go away.



I kissed his beautiful lips and then made my way down again. I grabbed his legs and pushed them up into the air, exposing his smooth ass and his pink hole. He smiled at me as I went down between his cheeks, flicking my tongue on his hole as he moaned softly. I could feel it puckering and unpuckering as I licked it. His ass smelled really good actually.



Once I had gotten it nice and wet, I sat back up and was about to start fucking the brains out of Brad when I realized something. I need a condom! I looked to Brad and he immediately recognized the look on my face and sat up, reaching over to his nightstand for a condom and the lube. He handed me both and I put the lube down next to me and ripped the condom open and rolled it onto my cock. I grabbed the lube and opened it and then poured some of it onto my cock and a little bit on his asshole after I had pushed his legs back up again.



I gripped my cock and guided it to his hole and pushed in. It went in really easily since he certainly wasn’t tight like I was. I pushed all the way in and then brought it back out almost to the tip and then shoved it back in. I fucked like I’d never fucked before (which I hadn’t, so I guess it shouldn’t be that hard to top in future fucks). I pushed Brad’s legs closer and closer to his stomach and I brought my face closer to his face and we kissed passionately.



I continued to fuck him long and hard and it felt so good, feeling the heat of his hole around my cock. It was exhilarating. It was exciting that in just one day of having come out, I had been both a top and a bottom. Now, I felt that I could be totally versatile because there were aspects of each that I loved. Frankly, I think, as long as it’s sex, what should it matter who’s on top or who’s on bottom? I just want sex and I’m getting it. It’s so good having a boyfriend.



Anyway, not too long after I had started fucking Brad, I realized I was gonna shoot pretty soon. Even though he wasn’t extremely tight, the heat of his ass was too much for me and soon I was shuddering as I shot my load into the condom. I had barely enough strength to take off the condom and throw it into the trash can next to Brad’s bed and then I collapsed next to Brad. He turned his head to me and said “That was great, James. You’re a good first time fucker.” He then winked at me and we kissed again, pressing our bodies against each other. We stopped and just held each other and in a few seconds, we fell asleep again.



We woke up a few hours later and decided we should take a shower because we were all stinky from the sex and the semen. We got out of his bed and he grabbed his shower stuff from his closet. We had decided that Brad would go first and then I would go. Each room in the dorm where Brad lived contained a bathroom and shower instead of the usual communal college showers. He shared it with his roommate and the people next door. He went inside and took his shower quickly as I looked around his room, at the CDs he owned (he had the same musical tastes as me, more or less), the DVDs (he had some pretty decent movies, including one or two gay porn movies), and the very few books he had (nothing that really interested me, but then again, I am partial to chick lit and “Young Adult” books). I sat down at his computer again and looked at his buddy list. I decided I’d go ahead and add my name. I opened up setup and then added my screenname to his buddy list.



I opened up a browser window and checked my hotmail again. Nothing special. I signed off and sat around for a few minutes when Brad came out of the bathroom wearing just his towel.



Even though I already knew what was under the towel and had seen it, I still had the urge to run up and “accidentally” bump into him, causing the towel to fall down so I could see his package. This urge happens A LOT to me and I’m happy that, with him, I don’t need to “accidentally” bump into Brad to see his package, if you know what I mean (and if you don’t, then what the heck have you been reading this whole time?!)



I stood up and Brad told me that his shower stuff was still in the bathroom. He walked over to his closet and took out another towel and tossed it to me. I quickly grabbed it, and then smiled at the fact that, yes, I had actually caught something thrown at me (I suck at catching).



I walked into the bathroom and undressed, exposing my naked body to the heat and humidity from Brad’s shower just a few minutes ago. It felt good. I walked over to the shower and turned the water on, tested it with my hand and fiddled around with the temperature for a bit and finally found a nice temperature and got into the shower, closing the clear door when I got inside. I let the warm water run over my body for a bit before actually doing anything. I grabbed the soap and began to run it all over my smooth chest and arms and let the water wash it all off.



I closed my eyes and just stood under the water and thought of all the good things that happened within the past day: my first kiss with a boy, my first boyfriend (STILL trying to accept that I actually HAVE someone liking me), losing my virginity to said boyfriend (and enjoying it IMMENSELY), and using an ACTUAL shower for the first time in weeks (damn dorm showers; I should come over here every day and take a shower using this instead of the crappy ones that are in the other dorm halls; by the way, it’s not like I don’t shower, I do and I have learned to not take real showers for granted anymore.)



As I thought of all this stuff, I felt a shadow come over me and I opened my eyes carefully (so as not to get water in my eyes) and looked to my left. There was Brad, standing there, admiring my body (I did have a pretty good figure; not only that, I am quite the modest one). He caught me staring at him for staring at me and he smiled a mischievous grin (oh, by the way, did I mention he’s totally naked and has a boner? No? Well, now you know.)



He opened the shower door and climbed in with me; we still had a lot of room to maneuver around in, surprisingly. I was getting hard again and Brad noticed that and smiled. He grabbed me and started jerking me off. I was able to control myself and I said “Can we wait a bit? I need to finish washing myself.” He let go, frowned, and then smiled again, reaching for the soap. He lathered up his hands and said, “Where else do you have left to wash off?”



I smiled back and pointed to my hard erection. He brought his hands around it and began to wash it off, getting it all soapy and then moved to my balls and soaped those up too. I turned around and put my hands on the shower wall, sticking my ass out a bit. Brad lathered up a bit more and then proceeded to grab both cheeks and got soap all over them. I stood up straight and let all the soap wash off of me, watching it as it went down the drain. I asked Brad to wash my back and, after a few seconds, I felt his strong hands all over my back, feeling him rub the soap in. It was an amazing sensation and I thought to myself, Damn I need to take a shower with someone else more often.



After he had finished washing me, I turned to face him and felt the soap wash off down my back, off my ass and onto the shower floor. I kissed him passionately and we pressed our hot, wet, naked bodies together, feeling our hard cocks rubbing against each other. He ran his hand through my hair, spiking it up. I broke our kiss and turned around, sticking my ass out once again. He sensed what I wanted and I looked over my shoulder at him, giving him a look that basically said Fuck me, bitch, fuck me hard.



He got the idea (if he didn’t get it by then, I wouldn’t know what else to do then other than just grabbing his cock and shoving it up my ass myself) and readied himself behind me. His hands parted my wet ass cheeks and the water ran down my crack as he stared at my pink hole hungrily. Since the water had already gotten it slick, he didn’t need to use saliva to get it ready. He just took his cock in one hand and guided it to my hole. I felt it press against my hole, wanting entry. It pushed a bit more and then it was inside me, and DAMN, did it feel good! I now love getting fucked: it’s an amazing feeling.



He fucked me like he’d never fucked me before, bringing his cock almost out of my ass before thrusting it back in. I made no efforts to soften or silence my moans: they were probably heard all the way down the hall. He continued to fuck me until I felt his cock surge and his load came shooting out into my ass. He pulled out and I could feel the cum dripping out of my ass and the water washing it all away. While he had been fucking me, I’d been jacking off and just a few seconds after him cumming in my ass I shot my load onto the shower wall.



I fell back into Brad’s arms and he turned off the water. He led me out and toweled us both off and we went back to his bed and laid down again and took yet another nap. I never knew sex was so exhausting.