1. Four Days in the Exurbs


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: NattySoltesz, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    home. I told him how I’d lost my own parents at a young age, and that shared intimacy – plus the fact that campus was dead and we only had one another for company – made something click. We got drunk together that break. I was surprised by his intelligence, and he realized I was an actual person and not some token gay stereotype. When the spring semester started we continued on our separate hamster wheels, but began dipping our toes into one another’s world. He came to a few GSA meetings. I started playing volleyball with his frat and discovered an inner jock I’d never knew existed. I liked the competition, the physicality. The frat boy eye candy didn’t detract from the experience, either. And if I was being honest with myself, Dominic was some primo eye candy himself. He was half-Italian, half-Scandinavian; tall, dark and handsome with a strapping body. We got an apartment together that summer, and that went well, so we wound up finding another place together in the fall. As our friendship deepened I began to sense an attraction from his end, too. It seemed to come from his curious nature – he was always grilling me for my opinion, interviewing me about things. We never did anything explicitly sexual with each other, but a couple moments stand out. One night, I was in my room studying when Dominic poked his head around my door. “Can I borrow your protractor?” he said. “I don’t know,” I said, being a jag for the fun of it. Dominic opened the door wider, so I could see his ...
    whole self framed in the doorway. “What do you want me to do for it?” he said. I don’t know if it was the way he asked it, or if I was just horny, but I got blunt. “Show me your dick,” I said. I’d never seen Dominic naked. Even in the dorm we’d been careful to undress out of each other’s line of sight. So I was surprised when he hooked his thumbs in the band of his sweatpants and slid them down his thighs revealing his heavy, hairy, flaccid-yet-succulent-looking cock. I just smiled and handed him the protractor. He pulled his sweatpants back up. “Thanks,” he said, and laughed. I laughed too and he left the room and that was that. We never talked about it, but it made me wonder what else he would do if I asked. And I’d had *no* idea he was so well hung. I guess it was after that that I’d catch little comments he would make, usually when we were drunk. “I’d make out with a guy,” he said one night. “I mean, what’s the big deal?” Another time he told me about jacking off with a friend of his in high school. “Did you guys touch each other?” I said. “No but I might have, if he’d asked. I probably would’ve done more with him if he’d been into it… I mean, we were just kids, it was all in fun.” By then we’d been living with one another for over two years. My lust for him was at an all-time high, but I was scared. I chalked up his comments to his horny, reckless past – as something he’d never try again. Plus his bedroom door revolved quite steadily for girls. Most only stuck around for a ...
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