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    Re: Dorming With Dalton

    Sorry for the delay, I've been pretty busy with summer so far. I'll try and get another part up for the weekend. Thanks.

    Chapter 10

    I reopened my eyes to see the sun shining into my room through the blinds covering the windows. We were no longer sitting up against the headboard, but laying in my bed. Although it’s not as large as the one in Dalton’s house, it still did its job of allowing us to sleep together. He was laying with his butt and back against the wall, and I was resting against his firm body with one of his arms pulling me close to him.

    My original plan of taking a nap and going to class shortly after was thrown out the window since we fell asleep for the night. The class I missed wasn’t a hard one and I know I can get back on track by getting someone’s notes for the day. I’m a quick learner, so I’m not worried.

    As I pulled away from Dalton to stretch my arms and legs, I quickly glanced at the clock and jumped out of bed. Economics starts at ten, and it is already nine fifteen which left very little time to get ready and head out the door. I ran to the bathroom, grabbed my tooth brush and started brushing my teeth. When I was done, I hopped in the shower quick, got a thin lather of soap on my body, washed my hair, and jumped out. It had to be one of the quickest showers I’ve ever taken so far. I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me and saw Dalton was still sleeping.

    He was now on his back in the middle of the bed, completely naked. I wanted to just watch him sleep, watch his chest raise slightly then watch it fall back down, look at his powerful muscles just resting peacefully. But I couldn’t, we had to be at class in half an hour. I moved over to the bed, straddling his waist and chocked on his chest.

    “Dalton!” He didn’t move so I hit him harder. “Wake up, fat ass!”

    I guess he was awake all along because he smirked when I called him a fat ass. He grabbed hold of my wrists and with one swift motion, flipped me on my back on the bed and was now straddling me, all while butt naked.

    “Can you stop calling my ass fat; we all know it’s huge.” He joked.

    “We don’t have time to be doing this right now.” I tried breaking free of his grip but my effort was to no avail. “We have to get to class and my alarm didn’t go off.”

    “I know.”

    “What do you mean you know!”

    “I unset your alarm.” He brought his head down to mine awaiting for a good morning kiss which I reluctantly gave him. “Thank you.”

    He got off of me and headed to the bathroom. I heard the shower go on and the door slide open and close as I went to the closet to get clothes. Today was one of those days where the temperature only hit sixty and was cloudy, so a hoodie and jeans were what I was looking for. I picked a dark pair of straight leg jeans, a pair of black briefs and a navy sweatshirt to wear. By the time I had my underwear and jeans on, Dalton was done showering and was already brushing his teeth. When I went in to the bathroom to do my hair, he was still standing naked in front of the mirror.

    “Are you a nudist now?”

    “You’ve seen me naked a few times now, and I’ve seen you naked, so why bother.” He spit out the toothpaste in his mouth. “It’s not like we don’t know what each other has.”

    I got the gel out of the cabinet under the sink, squeezed a good amount in my hands, and ran it through my hair, pushing it up so it was spiked. I put some deodorant and cologne on as well as my watch and chain and looked over myself in the mirror and noticed Dalton watching me.

    “Don’t we look hot today.”

    “Thanks.” I blushed. “Now can you please hurry up so Professor Huckins doesn’t kill both of us.”

    “Do you have something I can wear, I’m not wearing sweaty gym clothes from yesterday. Unless you want to flaunt me around naked.”

    “You’d never walk around campus completely naked.”

    “Wanna bet?” He looked at me seriously.

    “I’ll find something for you to wear.”

    I left the bathroom and headed to closet to find Dalton an outfit to wear. Normally, lending a friend some clothes wouldn’t be a problem, but because he’s much bigger than me, it was going to be a challenge.

    “Can you lend me some underwear too?”

    “Don’t you go commando sometimes?”

    “Yeah, but if I’m wearing your jeans, they’re going to be tighter which means extra friction on my dick which could result in a mess.”

    “That be an interesting sight.” I smirked.

    I grabbed a black pair of boxer briefs that I had and tossed them to him. He slipped them on and looked like they fit, but were a little snug. He shoved his hand down the front and repositioned himself so he was comfortable. He knew I was watching him so he turned around slowly to tease me. His butt looked even bigger in my underwear since the fabric was clinging to each of his cheeks, as well as the valley between the mountain of muscles he calls an ass. I was becoming horny once again but restrained myself from looking, and went back to finding clothes for him to wear.

    I got a pair of jeans from a hanger that I thought would fit him as well as a sweatshirt and a wife beater tank top and handed them to him. He overlooked what I selected him and nodded in approval before he tried them on. The jeans fit tightly, but looked like he was wearing his little brother’s jeans since they only came to his ankles. He pulled them down so they were sitting on his butt, which now brought them below his ankles. He pulled the tank top over his head which clung to each of his sculpted abs as well as his chest.

    “I like the jeans, they’re really soft. Where’d you get them?”

    “Abercrombie and Fitch.” I pulled my shoes on. “They’re a little pricey, but in my opinion, I think they’re worth it.”

    “I think we need to take a trip to the mall so I can get me a few pair.” He pulled the sweatshirt on. “And maybe some tops from the store as well.”

    “Then you’ll really fit the gay jock appearance.” I joked.

    “Don’t straight people wear their clothes?” He asked as he fondled with his shoelaces.

    “They do, but some people joke that Abercrombie is either for rich people, gay guys, or for jocks.”

    “Well I guess I’m all three of those.”

    “You make me laugh, Dalton Garcia.”

    He just smiled at me before he got up. “So how do I look?”

    “You’re a ten, like always.” He bent over though which revealed his whole ass. “Just don’t bend over in front of Professor Huckins and you’ll be fine.”

    I grabbed my keys off the table and headed to the door opening it for Dalton.

    “Don’t forget your book bag, Christian.”

    “Thanks, Dad.” I punched him jokingly as I took it from his hands.

    “No problem, kiddo.” He punched me harder.

    We walked down the long hallway fooling around, not sexually but jokingly. I would bump into him with my shoulder which would only make him lose his balance for a short second, and he followed by bumping into me, which pushed me to the other side of the hallway. We both laughed each time he did that.

    When we reached the parking lot, I saw that Dalton drove here yesterday and that’s why he unset my alarm. Driving to class only took ten minutes tops, while walking could take you upwards of half an hour. We got into the car, drove to the Business section of the campus, and headed to class.

    When we walked into class, Professor Huckins was reading the paper at his desk since class hadn’t started. He looked up briefly, acknowledging us, and went back to reading. We took our usual seats in the first row of desks, next to each other.

    Professor Huckins soon started class by handing our tests back. He went around the room, placing everyone’s test on their desk upside down to allow each person privacy. There were many sighs of relief as people looked at their tests as well as sighs of sadness due to a poor grade. He placed my test on the desk face up. I got an “A” on it. He then walked over to Dalton and held his test before him.

    “How’d you think you did, Mr. Garcia?”

    “Um, I think I did okay on it.”

    “That’s not a very confident answer.”

    He placed the test on the desk face up again before walking to the blackboard to write today’s notes. Dalton had gotten a “B-” on this test, and by the look of his face, he was completely in shock. He put his hand palm up on the table and I put mine onto of his, palm down. He squeezed it tightly and shook it as a smile erupted upon his face.

    “See what a little studying can do?”

    “I’m glad I listened to you, Christian.” He let go of my hand. “Thanks so much.”

    “Well you better start paying attention again, it looks like today’s a heavy note day.”

    * * *

    Class came to an end rather quickly, yet I still had three full pages, front and back, of notes. Dalton usually had much less copied down than I did by the end of class, but I make him recopy mine so he has them. He doesn’t really like it, but it sure does help. We got our things together, said a quick goodbye to Professor Huckins and left the room.

    Today was now Thursday and Economics is the only class I have on these days. Dalton is also free after Economics on Thursdays, so we planned to spend time together as friends but not lovers. We walked around awhile just talking until we reached his car. He started it up and pulled out of the parking lot away from my dorm room

    “Where are we going?”

    “I thought we could just take a drive, maybe go to the beach to watch the waves.”

    “Good, that means we have time to talk.”

    “What do you want to talk about?”

    “There are a few things I would like to discuss with you.”


    “I met a friend of yours the other day.”

    “Which one?”

    “Marc. I think his last name’s Anderson or something.”

    “Yeah, that’s him.” He turned onto a main road that eventually ran into a highway. “What about him.”

    “He kind of knows that you’re gay…”

    I waited for him to yell at me, telling me I should of kept my mouth shut. Or that I had no right telling him about us, but it never came. He just sighed and leaned back in his seat.

    “I think he always thought I was gay.”

    “He did, he told me.” There was an awkward silence. “Are you mad at me, Dalton. If you are, I’m totally fine with it. It wasn’t my time or place to talk to him; you should have been given the chance to tell him yourself. He approached me when I was sitting under a tree and told me he saw you grab my crotch. I tried to think of a way to make it look not as bad, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t and I truly am sorry.”

    “I’m not mad at you Christian, just annoyed that he saw me do that. He is the only one that saw, right?”

    “Yes. I guess we didn’t see him.”

    “It’s really not a big deal.” He turned on the highway and moved into the left lane. “How’d he react?”

    “He was actually really accepting of it. He told me he loves you like a brother and will always be there if you ever need him. He also told me he would like to become friends with me since me and you are going to be together more often.”

    “I suspected he would react that way. I’ve been wanting to tell him and kept replaying how it would turn out over and over again in my head.”

    “So you’re not mad at me?”

    “No.” He took his right hand off the steering wheel in search of my left. “I’m not mad at you; I’m just mad I wasn’t there to tell him.”

    “Do you still want me to tell Christine?”

    “If you want to.”

    “I’d like to tell her; it would be pretty funny I think.”

    “Why do you say that.”

    “Well, when you invited me to come to your house, I went to her room and told her all about it. She told me that nothing was going to happen and to find out if you would be interested in her. I’m actually excited to see her face.”

    “So you’re saying you want to show me off like a trophy.”

    “Pretty much, yeah.”

    “You’re such a little asshole sometimes.”

    “Yes, but I’m your little asshole.”

    Traffic was moving well on the highway until we got off our exit for New Haven. The road going into the town was packed with traffic on both sides, and we eventually came to a crawl. Dalton made a sharp right turn the first chance he got and went speeding down a side street. He then made the first left off of this road, which ran parallel to the main road that led into the center of town. There were no cars on this side street, but there were stop signs every so often, it still beat sitting in traffic. After another few minutes of driving, we reached our destination, the beach.

    The waves were gently rolling onto the sandy beach as I looked out of the windshield. When I thought we were going to park, Dalton hopped the curb and drove onto the sand. I’ve never been on the beach in a car before and was taken by surprise at first.

    “Aren’t we going to get in trouble?”

    “Not at this beach. They let you drive here if there aren’t any people, which is right now.”

    He pulled a little farther down the beach before he turned the car around so the trunk was facing the water. He put the car in park, turned it off and got out of the car waiting for me to follow. The temperature was probably five to ten degrees cooler here than it was on campus. Even though I had a sweatshirt and jeans on, I was still cold.

    Dalton opened the trunk of the car and sat down in it, patting the rug next to him for me to sit. I sat down next to him and he pulled me in close to him, wrapping his left arm around me. My teeth were still chattering as we were sitting there. I guess he heard because he grabbed a blanket out of one of the compartments from the trunk and wrapped it around us. I brought my right arm around his back as I had [let] my left one go [fall] across his front so I was hugging him. My head was resting under his armpit against his ribs as he pulled me closer with his strong left arm. We just sat there for quite some time, saying nothing, embracing one another.

    “Can you come with me to a party tonight?” Dalton broke the silence.

    “I’m not much of a partier, Dalton.”

    “Please, I don’t like a lot of the people that have been invited.”

    “Who’s invited?”

    “The whole football team. I like most of the guys, but the basketball team has also been invited, and they are really cocky and annoying.”

    “Can’t you just hangout with the football jocks so I don’t have to go?”

    “I also want you to come with me because I want someone to make sure I don’t drink too much.”

    “I’m sure you can find someone there to do that.”

    “Not really, Christian.” He kissed the top of my head. “I don’t trust any of them; they’re all going to be drunk.”

    “I don’t know.”

    “Marc will be there; you two can bond.”

    “If it’ll make you happy, I’ll come.”

    “Thank you so much.”

    “Just don’t throw up on me.”

    “I’ll try not to.”

    “Now give me a kiss.”

    I repositioned my head so I was looking at his face. He brought his lips down slowly to mine and as they touched I melted in his arms. When he kisses me, I always get this sense of protection and affection from him. I feel that he truly cares about me, and that he will do anything in his power to keep me happy and healthy. This is what I’ve been looking for. This is what I’ve always wanted. This is what I finally have and I plan to never lose it.

  2. #102

    Re: Dorming With Dalton

    Once again, another great chapter. I really feel as if I am watching the two characters grow together and each chapter just makes me more excited for the next!

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    A very nice installment. We get to learn more about the guys, see them develop, have a "normal" day - including test results.

    And a nice, cool set on the beach, arms around each other.

    Sweet peacefulness.

    We all need times like that.

    And the support of our partners at awkward times. I suspect the party may be an exciting enlightenment.

    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    hot story cant wait for more!

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    THANK YOU, Reed, for helping me recall some times when I was Young, "Stupid", and Happy! That "College Years" time was far more enjoyable, and more important, than I realized at the time!

    Your story is bringing some of that back!

    I'm truly indebted to You for that!

    Keep smilin'!!
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  6. #106

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    This story is just simply amazing. I luv how u have some sex scenes but also have them acting like a normal couple. I'm looking forward to the party and seeing if dalton's friend on the football team gets drunk and says anything about Dalton being gay. And if he does what will Dalton say? Will he stick up for Christian and confess to his orientation or will he say that jis friend is lying and leave christian heartbroken again?

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    Simply amazing.

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    Sweet and touching.

    I'm glad Marc isn't what I thought he would be... well, so far.

    Looking forward to the next chapter .

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    I've been a lurker here in the forum section for a long time now, and this story is so great, it pushed me to to make an account, and finally comment! Thank you for writing this story.

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    Welcome to the Light Side of JUB and the stories forum.

    I hope you become much more vocal about all the good stuff you find here and about.

    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

  11. #111

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    Cute chapter. Thanks, Reed.

    I have a bad feeling about this party though...

  12. #112

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    Another great chapter, Reed! I'm so glad that Christian telling Marc about Dalton didn't cause any friction to the relationship.

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    such a great story look forward to more
    Hot and Horny

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    Wow, what a great story! Can't wait to see what happens next :-D

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    When's the next chapter?

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    Hey guys, sorry about the lack of an update, I've been busy with summer and haven't had the time to sit down and write. I'm almost done with a new chapter so expect it sometime tomorrow morning. Thanks for your patience.

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    omg i started reading this story today and i cumed 4 times i loved this story please keep on write i love the story

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    I felt that build up starting again and shut my eyes tightly as I felt my balls pull close to my body. They started pumping my seed up into my penis all the way to my head, where it burst through to freedom. The sensation was just as great as the first one, probably even stronger than the first one, but not as much sperm came out.

    You do know how to get a guy really hard and horny. But more important than that, you know how to tell a good story. You take more time building your characters than you do getting them off.

    Of course, I really enjoyed the way you got them (and me) off even if I couldn't cum that third time.

    Now I'm all caught up with your story and ready to go to the party.
    "Reading should be easy. Only the reader should be hard." -- hardreader

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    please tell me there's more of this story to come!

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    Im loving your story man. Im really glad that HR got me to read it. I was talking to him the other night and he said that it is a really good story, so i decided that i would give it a try. I read it non stop until the last chapter.

    You are a great writer. I hope that you continue to share you talent with us. Im truely looking forward to more chapters of this great story.
    "If I have to choose between loving you, and breathing. I would use my last breath to say I LOVE YOU."

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    Any update?

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    You should take Hardreader and Tim's messages to heart. They are two of the best writers here on Jub and you certainly seem to be joining their ranks. I love your story and hope you will add onto it pretty soon.

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    Re: Dorming With Dalton

    Hey guys, sorry to keep you lost in the dark with the story and when an update was going to be posted. Summer has been pretty busy for me and I just haven't had the time or the effort to sit down and write a new chapter. Sorry it took so long but it's finally here.


    Chapter 11

    We were able to spend a few hours at the beach just sitting there until people started to show up walking along the shoreline. Dalton took the blanket off us, put it back in the storage compartment and hopped out of the trunk heading for the front seat. I followed suit by getting in the passenger seat as Dalton pressed one of the many overhead buttons, closing the lift gate behind us. With that, we left he beach and headed back to the real world of school.

    We arrived back at school in roughly the same amount of time it took us to arrive at the beach. Maybe it went a little quicker since there were no cops on the road heading to school, causing everyone to obey the speed limit. The sun was beginning to set, filling the sky with a variety of oranges and pinks as it passed through the clouds and trees.

    “I’ll be back as soon as I shower and get ready,” he said as he went through his inbox quickly.

    “How long do you think that will take?”

    “An hour, hour and a half tops.”

    “I think I’m going to take a short nap; then I’ll be ready by the time you show up.

    “Thanks again for agreeing to go with me.” He rested his right hand on my thigh.

    “Yeah, just don’t make a complete fool out of yourself.”

    He smiled with both his eyes and his mouth

    “I’ll see you later, Dalton.”

    “Peace.” He pecked my cheek quickly.

    “You’re really ballsy with the public affection thing.”

    “I don’t want you to think I’m going to stop loving you because others might see.”

    I just nodded and hopped out of his car. He backed out of the spot he was in and headed to the athletic side of the campus to get himself ready.

    * * *

    Back in my room, as soon as the door closed to the outside world I stripped myself of the sweatshirt and jeans so I was in just my boxers. I laid in my bed so my face was pressed against the pillow Dalton had used the night before, and I could still smell his scent on it. I inhaled it through my nose as I replayed what he just said to me in the car.

    I never asked Dalton to show me affection in public because that would risk our secret. Yeah, the campus knows that I’m gay and people have been seeing us around with each other a lot, but it’s only because I’m tutoring him. I’m the smart kid that walks around with books in my arms, while Dalton is the big solid jock with his backpack slung over one shoulder full of workout gear. I wasn’t afraid that people would think that he’s gay because it just wouldn’t make sense, and I’m pretty sure he knows this as well. What I am worried about though is that if he keeps kissing me or grabbing me, someone will eventually see.

    Then he told me he wasn’t going to stop loving me which was due to a little peck on the cheek. The thoughts of him just using me occasionally popped into my head because he could have some gay jock instead of me. Again, I wasn’t worried about this but the thoughts were still there. When he told me he wasn’t going to stop loving me though, I think that finally pushed all of them away completely. He truly cares about me and isn’t putting up with me just to get sexual gratification out of it.

    With my mind at ease and Dalton’s scent still on my pillow, I closed my eyes thinking of him.

    I woke up a little while later due to a large mass sitting on my back. I brought my head off the pillow but didn’t open my eyes because just by the scent I knew it was Dalton. I dropped my head back into the pillow with my eyes still closed and sighed as his weight was pushing me hard into the bed.

    “I thought you were going to be ready by the time I got back here,” he said as he rubbed his strong hands against my back.

    “What time is it?” I mumbled into the pillow.

    “It’s a little after seven.” I still didn’t move. “Your ass looks good from this angle.”

    He repositioned himself so his torso was facing my butt. I felt his hands rest on each side of my boxers as he brought them down slowly to my ankles. He took them off and threw them in the corner of my room where all the dirty clothes usually wind up.

    “Get up, Christian.”

    I just made a grunting sound into the pillow.

    “Oh really?” He slapped my ass hard.

    “OW! You fat ass, I’m getting up.” He smacked it again. “I told you I’m getting up!”

    “You should see your butt right now; it’s turning a nice shade of red.”

    He got off me, and to my surprise, grabbed me around the torso in his massive arms. He had no problem lifting me up and often did it like he was lifting a small doll. He got me out of the bed, into the bathroom and set me sitting on the counter. I was still asleep from my nap and was rubbing my eyes when I heard the shower go on. Before I could say anything, he grabbed me again, put me in the shower under the cold water, and closed the door.

    “AH! It’s freezing!” I grabbed the hot water knob and turned it all the way on.

    “That was my plan.” He sat on the counter leaning against the mirror. “I bet you’re awake now, huh?”

    “Yes.” I snapped at him.

    I just stood under the water as it came out of the showerhead and pounding against my body. It was nice and hot now with steam filling the bathroom completely, just how I like to take my shower. I washed my hair first, which didn’t take much time at all. I moved down to my face then arms and so on until I reached my feet. I steeped under the spray of water from the nozzle and let the gentle soap suds run off my body into the drain between my feet. In no time, I was clean and smelled good.

    As I opened the shower door, Dalton had his arm extended towards me with a clean fluffy towel in his hand. I took it from him and dried my hair and body quickly before I wrapped it around my waist. I opened the door to my bedroom to allow the steam escape the small bathroom and so the mirror became defogged.

    Dalton was still sitting on the counter next to me going through his phone typing away on his keyboard as I was brushing my teeth. When I spit the last of the toothpaste from my mouth and looked in the mirror, my eyes locked on to his neck. Coming up from the collar of his shirt looked to be another tattoo that I had never noticed before. It looked to be the top of a cross and was probably the size of one of the pink squared erasers you have in school.

    “When’d you get that?”

    “Get what?” He looked up from his phone.

    I pointed in the mirror.

    “What are you pointing at.” He tilted his head around so he could look in the mirror. “Oh, that.”

    “Yes, that.” I said with my arms folded against my chest.

    “Are you mad?”

    “Explain yourself first and then I’ll answer you.”

    “I got it a few days ago.” He pulled the polo shirt over his head to reveal this new addition to his body. “It’s a cross with an Italian flag draped on the right side and the Spanish flag draped on the left, and they meet in the middle. It has meaning, Christian. It’s not like I did it for no apparent reason.”

    “So it’s relatively new?”

    “Yeah, why.”

    I smacked his tattoo.

    “Ow!” He caught my hand. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

    “Because you didn’t take me with you.” I snapped back.

    “Well, I didn’t know if you’d be supportive of me, so I didn’t bother asking.”

    “Next time, if you get another one, I’m going to go with you.”

    “I already know what I want to get next and you’re definitely coming with me for that one.”

    “What is it?”

    “You’ll just have to wait and find out on your own.” He pulled his polo back over his head and hopped off the counter. “Now get dressed; the party already started.”

    We left the bathroom and as I went digging through the closet Dalton sat down on my bed. I quickly found a pair of dark denim jeans and threw them at him to hold. I went back into the closet in search of a shirt to wear. I didn’t want to wear the same color as him, so I grabbed a simple gray polo off a hanger and threw that at him as well. I got a pair of white boxer briefs, slipped them on first and did the same with the rest of my clothes. When I was completely dressed with my shoes and socks on, I went into the bathroom and gelled my hair up. I put some deodorant on as well as cologne and left the bathroom for good.

    “Look how cute you are in your cap and gown.” He pointed at a picture resting on my desk.

    “I didn’t know people could look cute wearing a graduation gown.”

    “Not many can but you Christian, certainly do.” I felt my cheeks go warm. “Who’s this kid standing next to you?”

    “That’s my best friend.” I said as I moved next to him. “His name’s Brice.”

    “Is he younger than you or did he just not graduate since he’s not wearing a gown?”

    “He was a sophomore when I graduated. So yes, he is younger than me.”

    “Does he know you’re gay?” I nodded. “He’s fine with it too?” I gave him another nod. “He must be a really nice guy than.”

    “He is.” I wrapped my arms around him grabbing him into a hug. “I’m sure he’d be more than happy to meet you.”

    “I don’t know, Christian.”

    “Please.” I rested my head against his strong firm chest. “I promise he won’t bite.”

    “Okay. If you really want me to meet him, I will.”

    “Thank you, Babe.” I looked up at him, awaiting a kiss.

    “No problem.” His lips met mine as he was still holding me. “When did you start calling me ‘babe’ anyway?”

    “I don’t know. Do you not like it when I call you that?”

    “I like it a lot.” He flashed me with one of his warming smiles. “I think we should get going; we’re already late enough.”

    * * *

    The party wasn’t on campus in a school-owned building, but was in a private house a few miles away. Dalton drove us there which meant I would have to be the designated driver back home. This didn’t bother me because I’m not really a party person, nonetheless a drinker. The house we pulled up to was of a decent size, was constructed of brick and had large white pillars holding a second floor balcony. The house looked old but was still nice.

    Cars were parked on either side of the street for this party. There was a spot in the home’s driveway which Dalton pulled into behind a red Porsche that I assumed to be the person who was throwing the party. We got out, walked up to the house and entered the party.

    Music was blasting as we stepped into the house’s foyer filled with people and red cups. The cups were obviously filled with beer, based on the way the guys and girls were walking around. No one in this house was able to walk straight without bumping into another person or a piece of furniture, which resulted in them spilling beer all over each other and the floor. Dalton was getting handshakes left and right from pretty much every guy at this party as we made our way through the crowded house. Every so often I got a pat on the back or a friendly hello from the superficial jocks.

    Dalton maneuvered his way through the crowded house with me trailing behind him. I’ve never liked the concept of parties. Bunch of people show up to someone else’s home while their parents are most likely away, get drunk, hook up with a bunch of people and trash the house. Personally I’m not a fan of it, but it was for Dalton so I sucked it up and went along with the atmosphere.

    We reached the dinning room where a flock of guys and the occasional girl grabbing onto a football player were all standing around the large wooden table. At the two heads of the table, a team of two people were standing with six red cups filled with a small amount of beer in front of them. They also had ping pong balls in their hands taking turns trying to throw them in the other team’s cups. In other words, they were playing beer pong, a game I was familiar with but never played.

    Dalton left me and headed into the kitchen where I assumed the liquor and beer were located. He assured me that he was going to return and that I should look for Marc since he was supposedly there as well. I walked back into the living room of the house and scanned the room for Marc. The living room was probably the largest room of the house and had the most people crammed in. In some parts of the room, people were standing shoulder to shoulder trying to dance while holding their cup in one hand with the hope of not spilling it onto the floor. This sight made me smirk as I continued my search for Dalton’s best friend.

    As I was about to leave the living room to search the rest of the house, these two jocks stepped in front of me denying access to the rest of the house. They looked familiar because I’ve seen them around campus but I didn’t know their names. They also weren’t on the football team but the basketball team and weren’t even starters for the team. The guy on the left was a few inches taller than me and looked to be well built. Was he anywhere close to Dalton? No, but he still had muscles. His face was very masculine with chiseled bones and a lot of facial hair. His hair was buzzed short and was of a blondish color. The guy on the right though, was about the same size as me and wasn’t built at all. His was softer than his friends and had a younger face too. He look like he didn’t want to be here but was dragged along by his bigger more powerful friend.

    “Who invited the fag!” The larger guy demanded.

    Most of the people at the party ignored the remark except for a selected few who heard his powerful voice over the roar of the music. The term fag really didn’t affect me anymore since I survived four years in high school; it really didn‘t bother me. What did bother me though, is that this guy was a complete stranger I had never met before, thought he could talk to me like this.

    “First off, I was invited here so it’s not like I’m not welcomed.” He looked to be in shock. “Second of all, I don’t appreciate you using the term ‘fag’ the way you do. So if you don’t mind, can you get out of my way and not cause a bigger scene than you have already created?”

    Normally I would ignore people like this, but the fact that everyone else at this party didn’t care that I was there and these two did just bothered me. Again, I tried to walk around them, yet my attempt was still to no avail.

    “I’m not going to have some little faggot disrespect me!” He grabbed the collar of my shirt and lifted me to the tips of my toes.

    Right then and there, I thought I was going to get my head bashed in. I saw images of myself getting beat over and over again by this guy and his friend. Images of blood, missing teeth, and pain; images I was not looking forward to at all. I saw the smaller guy off to the right of us back up a few steps and the look on his face represented one of a ghost sighting.

    “Put him down.” I didn’t have to turn around to know whose voice it was.

    “Why should I?”

    “Did he do anything to you?”

    “No, but he’s a good for nothing faggot and I don’t want him here.”

    “Well it’s not your party nor your decision of whether he stays or goes.” Dalton stepped closer to the guy to the point of where I could feel him pressing against my back. “Now don’t make me ask a third time, put him down.”

    The collar of my shirt was slowly and reluctantly released from his grip. The guy never lost eye contact with Dalton, which if you ask me is pretty stupid. Not to brag or anything, but if you were to mess with Dalton, you’d end up hurt and bleeding. To add onto his huge stature and muscles, the entire football team was here to back Dalton up if he needed it. It wasn’t the time nor place for this basketball player to act tough in front of us.

    When I was finally free of his grip, he pushed me forward into Dalton. It didn’t bother me but it pissed Dalton off royally. Before I could do anything, he had the guy by the neck and pushed firmly against the wall with his right arm. His feet were a few inches off the floor, kicking frantically in search of the solid ground that was once there. Both of his hands were wrapped around Dalton’s forearm trying to loosen the grip around his neck. But it was to no avail. Dalton drew his left arm back closing his hand into a fist, ready to punch him. But I didn’t want him to. I grabbed his fist in both my hands, and just looked at him.

    “Dalton.” He still had his eyes locked on this guys. “It’s not worth it.”

    “No one treats you like shit.” He took a deep breath trying to control his anger. “No one.”

    “Is it really worth it though, Dalton. If you were to hit him first we would all know that it wasn’t self defense. We also know that if you were to hit him, you wouldn’t just hit him once.”

    “You’re damn right I wouldn’t hit him once!”

    “Are you even listening to me? If you hit him, the fight’s all your fault. You’d lose your scholarship here, your position on the football team, and you might even be suspended from the school. So tell me, is it really worth it because some douche bag called me a faggot or didn’t treat me right?”

    He held onto the guy’s neck for another minute before he let him fall against the wall. The guy slid to the floor holding his neck gasping for air. His face had turned a deep shade of red, and he had beads of sweat on his forehead and cheeks. I believe some of the beads on his cheeks were actually tears due to his bloodshot eyes.

    “If I ever catch you talking to my friend Christian, giving him shit, or even looking at him, you better run. You better run far and fast because I will hunt you down, and I will hurt you. And to make the terms fair, I’ll even give you a few seconds head start.”

    “Are you threatening me?” He managed to spit out.

    “You bet I am.” Dalton sat on his heels so his face was level with the guy’s on the floor. “And I dare you to tell someone in the administration about this because I’m sure they’d love to find out a basketball player was giving a homosexual problems at a party with underage people drinking.”

    Dalton stood up, fixed his shirt, and wrapped his right arm around my shoulder as we returned to the party. When he did this, the now mute house erupted with applause as people cheered him on. Some guys and girls were even screaming in approval. In no time, the music was blasting again and people were dancing, still holding their red cups like nothing even happened.

    With his arm still wrapped around me, he walked me into the dinning room where the beer pong tournament was still taking place. The team on the left side of the table still had all their cups while the team on the right was down to their final cup. With one final throw from one of the guys on the left, the other team had lost and now had to drink all six cups of beer that remained. The left team still remained at the table calling out for new opponents.

    “Can you be my partner?”

    “What?” I asked.

    “My partner for beer pong. Do you want to be it?”

    “I have to drive home, remember?”

    “Oh yeah.” He removed his arm from my shoulder and placed his thumb on one side of his chin, while his pointer finger tapped on the other side of it. “What if I drank the cups of beer that you were supposed to drink?”

    “Wouldn’t it be better if you found another partner to split the beer with you?”

    “Nah, I’ll be fine.” He looked at me. “So what do you say?”


    We moved up to the head of the table with our six cups of beer in front of us arranged in a triangle. Like I said before, I’ve never played and was a bit nervous I was going to make a fool out of myself. The other team threw their first ball and it landed in the middle cup of the back row. Dalton shot them a “Come on” look, and they all busted out laughing, as well as myself. Dalton quickly drank the beer in the cup before he moved it out of the way so he could take a shot himself.

    The game went on like this, them taking a shot and then us taking a shot, for about another five minutes. We were down to two cups when I threw the last ball which landed into the other teams final cup causing us to win. I was actually pretty good at this game, since a majority of the balls I threw went into the cups.

    Supposedly, the rules of the table were that the winners have to keep going until they lose a match, which resulted in us staying at the table for at least an hour, maybe two. We must have played another six or seven games before we finally lost one and were able to resign. At the end of each of these games, we only had one or two cups left which meant Dalton had to drink four or five cups of beer. You may not think it’s a lot of beer since the cups were only filled about a quarter of the way , but several continuous games with many cups of beer add up after awhile. Dalton was shit-faced by the time we finished in the dinning room.

    I don’t know what he drank before he came into the living room and freaked out on the guy, but he definitely had to have had something. A guy of his stature shouldn’t be this drunk after a few games of beer pong. I wrapped my right arm around his torso so he had some support to walk with and walked him through the crowd of people to the front door. When we reached the car I opened the passenger door placing Dalton in the seat, making sure his seat belt was buckled before I closed the door. I walked around the car, buckled myself in and headed to my own room.

    “You know, Christian…” he said with his head resting against the window.

    “What do I know, Dalton?”

    “I…I fucking love…you.”

    “I love you too.”

    “You’re just so fucking hot…all the time!” He put extra emphasis on the time.

    “Thank you.”

    “I just want to fuck your ass!” I was laughing hard by now. “I want to fuck you so fucking hard!”

    “How hard, Dalton?”

    “I want…I want to make you slam against the headboard!” Tears were coming from my eyes. “I’m gonna make you fucking moan, Christian.”

    I looked over at him while I was still laughing, and he looked like he had passed out. His head was back against the headrest, and his mouth was cracked open a little. I turned the radio off just to make sure he was still breathing, and to my luck, he was. I’ve never seen him drunk before, but I liked it. I liked it a lot.

    “Do you want my dick!” He scared me because I thought he was still asleep. “Do you want my dick in you!”

    “One day, babe, one day.”

    “Right now?!” He screamed.

    “No, not right now.” I laughed again.

    He passed out against the window again but lasted much longer this time, I actually had to wake him up when I parked the car. When I opened his door, his body gave out due to the lack of support but the seatbelt made sure he was still in the seat. I undid the seatbelt and he slowly stumbled out of the car. When the door was closed, I made sure I locked the car before we headed my room.

    I’ve helped drunk people walk home a few times before, but this was nothing like those. Most of Dalton’s weight was leaning on me for support which made it hard to walk. We almost fell down twice too. Once when I was trying to open the door to the building he leaned back almost taking us down to the hard concrete, and the other was when we were going up the stairs. Despite all the struggle, we eventually made it into my room.

    I placed Dalton on my bed sitting up against the wall so I could get myself ready for bed. I sped through my normal routine, which consisted of brushing my teeth, washing my face and then changing into a pair of shorts. Dalton must have slid down the wall while I was in the bathroom because he was lying on his left side with his face in the gap between the bed and the wall. I got him to sit up on the edge of the bed so I could strip him of his clothes. I started with his shoes which slipped off since he doesn’t tie them everyday. His socks were next which revealed his feet. I don’t have a foot fetish but he did have nice feet; they were clean and his toenails were all well manicured.

    Next was his shirt which required him to lift his arms above his head so the shirt could slide off easily. I actually had to put an arm behind him to give him support so he wouldn’t fall over on the bed. The polo shirt was actually hard to get off since his muscles did a nice job of filling it up. I had to pull the sleeves over his huge biceps before the rest of his shirt could come off. Even though I’ve seen Dalton naked before, whenever he took his shirt off I would always just stare at his body. His muscles keep getting bigger and better each day, making his body look more perfect. You can tell every muscle on his body went through rigorous training to get to the point where they are today. All in all, I was still like a kid in a candy store whenever I was lucky enough to see him shirtless.

    The only thing now left were his jeans. He never wore a belt with jeans so I didn’t have to worry about unbuckling it so was able to go straight to the buttons. I never liked jeans with buttons instead of a zipper because they took more time to get undone. But Dalton seemed to like them. When the fly was open, I had him stand up so I could pull his jeans down to his ankles. He almost fell over again but my hand made contact with his solid abs to keep him standing up. As the jeans hit the floor, he stepped out of them and fell on to the bed with his head on the pillow.

    I crawled in bed thinking he would want to keep to himself since he was drunk and all, but he proved me wrong. As I laid next to him, he pulled me into a spooning position with his right arm and held me tight. He mumbled something quietly that sounded like “I love you” and instantly fell asleep. Before I knew it, my own eye lids were getting heavy and the last thing I heard that night was Dalton telling me he loved me.

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    Thanks for the update . Another great installment! I hope there is more to come soon.

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    Reed, this was a marvelous chapter, I can't wait to see at you do next. Your story is amazing and I love every second reading it. Thanks for the update and can't wait to see more of your terrific story!

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    I have been following this story for some time and was equally happy to see an updated chapter as all the others on the thread. You are an extremely talented story teller and author. Following the budding relationship between Christian and Dalton has certainly stirred some fond memories of my college days. Thank you for sharing with us. I look forward with anticipation, along with all your other fans, to future chapters.


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    Reed, you never fail to please! Your story is absolutely amazing.

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    Thanks for remembering us and posting this great update!

    I started reading this on lunch, but had to get back to work, just finished it.

    You have a great talent for writing. The story continues to captivate.
    It's realistic, and lots of fun.

    I can see the drunken Dalton slobbering over his words, inhibitions gone in the wind.

    Thanks, again!

    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    It was certainly nice to read your new chapter. Hope the next one comes quickly.

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    Awesome, awesome, awesome. Are you a novelist by any chance?

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    I 've already used all the superlatives I know to describe the awesome job you are doing with this story. I really liked that the party scene didn't go as I expected. You are doing an amazing job. You even keep me hard while I read without any sex. Your characters are that real!

    Thanks so much and please keep writing.
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    WOW! Such well deserved praises, from HR, no less! And, I couldn't agree More!!

    This story, your writing style, the details, perspectives, and the experiences you're describing, have me "Spell Bound"!


    Keep smilin'!!
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    And who said chivalry was dead?

    I loooove the story! The nerd and the jock.

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    AMAZING chapter. I do hope you keep up the good work.

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    I love you Reed

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    Very nice addition.

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    That might've been the best chapter yet. Excellent addition to a wonderful story!

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    I just read all of the chapters in a couple of hours, and I have to say that I enjoyed them. The fact that you rely on building your characters rather than focusing on the hot steamy sexual encounters is a plus in my book. Its also nice to see that you've played on them having fooling around, rather than diving right into actual full blown sex. It gives them time to build a relationship and make that moment more special. Kudos to the wonderful story, can't wait to read the next installment.

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    terrific story, any Dalton's in manchester uk???

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    amazing update reed, love the story

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    Reed, ur material is reallly awesome to jerk off to. I need a date for the release of the next chapter. Thx!

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    Is that a date, as in "month day year", or a date, as in a J/O buddy?!
    (Or BOTH, lol.)

    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Reed, I've been lurking this story for awhile and thought I'd share how much I thoroughly enjoy it.

    It's a rare occasion that a story pops up on JUB that grabs my attention and keeps me checkin on it everytime I log on. Your writing is so good and your ability to build a story around the sex, instead of just the hot and dirty, is fantastic.

    Please keep it up and keep installing some chapters every now and then. I look forward and can't wait for your next chapter!

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    Woah, it's really been awhile since I even looked at this story and my apologies for that. Um, life did a complete 360 and has been a lot to handle so writing hasn't even crossed my mind whatsoever. I'm going to try and write through this period of time and see how that goes. If I like the end results, I'll keep writing but if it's forced you'll have to wait it out. The story isn't dead or done and I'm sorry it might have to take a break for awhile. Thanks.

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    Though I love this story tremendously, real life comes first; I hope everything straightens out for you very soon. And I'm sure everything you have to offer will be worth the wait .

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    Quote Originally Posted by DonQuixote View Post
    Is that a date, as in "month day year", or a date, as in a J/O buddy?!
    (Or BOTH, lol.)
    I like how you think Don! Make it both! Any volunteers?

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    Sorry for the extremely long delay, I've just had a lot I had to deal with over the past couple of weeks. I'm going to be working on the story again, so it's not dead. Thanks for being patient.


    Chapter 12

    There’s nothing like waking up to the lovely sound of someone throwing up in your bathroom at eight in the morning. I sat up in bed as the toilet flushed, and I heard a low grunt from Dalton as he was most likely hugging the toilet. This is another reason why I don’t like drinking because the next day always sucks and you have to walk around like that. I got out of bed and decided to check in on him in case he needed help or something.

    He wasn’t holding the toilet when I first entered the bathroom, but had his head above throwing up into it. I’m going to spare you what I saw but I’m going to tell you it wasn‘t a pretty site. I brushed my teeth while he was empting his stomach and opted to shave my face since there was stubble beginning to break through the skin. I also grabbed two fresh towels out of the linen closet leaving them both on the counter before I stripped naked and hopped in the shower.

    The hot water felt nice on my body as I stepped under the shower head and let my body get wet. I ran my hands over the top of my head flicking back the short hairs as I closed my eyes. Like I’ve said before, showering has to be one of my favorite things to do. As I went to get the shampoo bottle, Dalton flushed the toilet one more time before finally standing up. The water temperature really didn’t change since the plumbing was done differently here than it normally is done in a house. I saw him strip off his clothes through the opaque shower door before he slid it open.

    “What are you doing?” I asked.

    “Going to take a shower with you?”

    “Did you brush your teeth?”

    “I’ll do it after,” I just stared at him. “Fine. I’ll brush my teeth first.”

    He flung his right leg back over the tub as he closed the shower door and made his way to the sink. If he was going to kiss me, he was going to have clean teeth and fresh breath. Throw-up breath really isn’t my thing.

    “Better?” He asked as he opened the door once more.

    “Let me find out.” I leaned in closer smelling his breath before I gave him a peck on the lips. “Much better.”

    I stepped back under shower head to rinse the shampoo out of my hair as I heard Dalton close the door and step behind me. He wrapped his strong arms around my small body pressing his chest and abs against my back. It felt nice to have someone this strong hold onto you, knowing they would do anything to protect you from harm. The sense of love and security I got from Dalton had to be the best part of our relationship. I also felt his dick pressed firmly against the top of my butt slowly growing up my back. I guess he was enjoying himself a little too much because he kept growing and growing until he reached his full length. He thrust his hips lightly rubbing the underside of his dick against my back as he was holding me. I couldn’t help but smirk and let out a small laugh.

    “What’s so funny?”

    “You’re humping my back, babe.”

    “Really?” He opened his eyes. “Oh shit…sorry.”

    “Don’t worry about it, I think it’s funny,” I broke away from him and turned around so we were facing each other. “Want me to take care of it?”

    “Thanks, but I’m going to pass. I don’t think shooting a load would be good with a headache and a slight stomachache. I appreciate it though.” He smiled.

    “Can you wash my back then?”

    “Mhm, hand me the soap?” I got the bar of soap off the ledge built into the wall and placed it in his hand.

    “Just don’t hump my back again” I stuck my tongue out causing him to smile again but much larger this time.

    He turned me around so my back was facing him and so I was bent over a little. He put his left hand on my stomach holding me close to him as he started washing my shoulders. He worked the bar of soap over my skin intensely pressing firmer in certain spots giving me a small massage. Once he decided my back was cleaned enough he moved down to my ass. He ran the bar of soap over each of my cheeks lightly and removed his hand from my stomach getting a lather on both of his now free hands. Dalton dug his fingers into my ass massaging it roughly causing me to let out a small moan. He worked his way from the outside getting closer and closer to my crack before he finally hit it.

    He had one finger between my cheeks running up and down passing over my hole lightly as he did this. Each time he hit it, I sucked in a small amount of air which made him chuckle. As he kept doing this, he would press harder and harder which made my dick grow bigger and bigger. I guess he noticed because he stopped teasing my ass as he pushed me under the water washing the soap off before he pulled me close to him once again. His left arm wrapped around my chest with his hand resting over my nipple as his right one found my now rock hard dick.

    “You don’t have to do this Dalton.”

    “I know…I want to though. I like making you feel good.”

    “Thank you.” I looked up to him and smiled.

    “Just don’t bust your nut right away.”

    He squeezed the base right away which already caused my knees to feel weak as he held me in his arms. He brought his hand all the way to the tip, but when he reached it [delete comma] he would squeeze it and twist, resulting in an intense sensation running through my whole body. He kept doing this until he got a good rhythm going which consisted of a tighter grip and faster strokes. Dalton seriously knew how to work a dick and make its owner feel good since he had me moaning from a simple hand job. I felt his dick go hard again as it was pinned between my back and his rock hard abs. It began to rub back and forth between us as he kept increasing the rhythm on my dick. I cold tell he was trying to hid his moans under his breath as his dick unintentionally got attention because he was making random grunts into my ear.

    He knew I was getting close and made his hand go faster up and down to get me to my orgasm soon. My balls drew close to my body and I had that tight feeling in my stomach right before you blow your load. Dalton was now thrusting his hips digging his dick into my back since he was close to his orgasm as well. Fine. One final stroke of his hand, and I couldn’t hold my load in any longer and screamed in ecstasy. The first stream of cum shot out hard and fast and actually hit the shower wall in front of me. The next felt just as powerful as the first, but it didn’t reach the wall and went down the drain. By the time I reached the forth stream, I heard Dalton make this low and powerful grunt as he shoved his hips into my back one last time signaling the climax of his orgasm. As the rest of my jizz went into the tub and down the drain, all of Daltons was stuck over his stomach and chest and my back. When we were both done, we just stood there gasping for air as no one said a word.

    “I guess you have to wash my back again, huh?”

    “Shut up,” We both broke into laughter.

    “You’re really good at hand jobs, babe.”

    “I’ve had a lot of practice with my own dick.”

    “It shows,” I teased. “What happened to not wanting an orgasm?”

    “It’s not my fault you caused friction between us!”

    “Did you enjoy yourself at least?”

    “Yeah, but my head’s pounding right now.”

    “Why don’t we clean up in here so you can get some pills for your head.”

    We took turns washing each other from head to toe before we stepped out of the shower. Dalton handed me a towel and took the other one and began drying himself off while I did the same. In no time we were both dry and in the bedroom in search of clothes. Again, Dalton had forgotten to bring clothes with him so I had to lend him a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts so he could get back to his room. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek, told me how appreciative he is of me and that he would be back after he got done with some sort of meeting.

    It was a nice day out, not too hot but not so cold either as when you had to wear layer upon layer just to stay warm. The sun was peaking through the clouds as I looked out the window and the trees were blowing in the wind sending leaves down towards the ground. It was getting close to that time where the trees go bald, the weather continues to drop, and everything just looks gray and depressing. It didn’t bother me though since I liked the cold and snow was good every once in awhile. I threw a sweatshirt on as well and a pair of jeans and headed out the door towards the library.

    One of the nice things about living on campus is that you can walk to everything. Sure, some buildings are all the way on the other side of the property but its still within walking distance. Another nice thing about it here is the trees along the side of the pathways. They kind of arched over towards the middle and became intertwined as one creating a tunnel of some sort. The leaves ranged from a variety of greens, to yellows and oranges to deep rich reds and even the dead brown ones. Fall had to be one of my favorite seasons of the year just because of the colors.

    The library was also one of my favorite places on campus due to it’s architectural details and the quietness inside. The outside was built with solid stone that faded and weathered over time and had arched doors and windows. The overall appearance of it was very grandeur. When you step inside of this building, you’re greeted with marble floors and columns, rich dark wood built-ins and shelves and big comfy chairs. The university certainly didn’t skimp when it came to constructing the library.

    I had no idea where the book I wanted would be so I went to the circular desk in the middle of the entrance and asked the woman sitting in the chair where it would be located. She kindly gave me instructions on where the book would be and even wrote it on a post-it note so I wouldn’t forget. She smiled at me when she was finished and I thanked her before I left. Usually you get stuck with a grumpy old lady at the front desk who doesn’t want to be bothered because she hates her job, but this one was different; she actually enjoyed what she did.

    I only got lost twice in the library before I finally found the aisle the book I wanted was located. There was another guy in this aisle but all the way at the other ended scanning the shelves looking for a book. He too had a yellow post it in his hands. I started looking through all the books in search of the one I wanted while stealing glances at this guy. He was roughly the same height as me, maybe an inch taller, and was probably just about as skinny as myself. I really couldn’t see any muscles or the shape of his body due to his sweatshirt but he looked to be in shape. His hair was blonde with a touch of brown to it which made it more of a golden color. He kept it short like mine but left it down with no product in it so it rested on a little of his forehead. His skin was dark and probably the same complexion as mine which is a rare find because of the blonde hair. His eyes appeared to be brown but as I got closer they looked more hazel than brown. Overall, he was a really good looking guy.

    “They make it too hard to find a book in this damn library,” he spoke up.

    “I know right? I got lost twice just to find this row of books.”

    “Someone actually showed me where this was, so I lucked out.” We were now standing next to each other. “My name’s Blake by the way.”

    “Christian,” I shook his hand.

    “What book are you looking for?”

    “Cross” by James Patterson.”

    “You like his writing style?”

    “Yeah, I love it. He really knows how to keep a reader interested in a book.”

    “Mhm, I know what you’re talking about.” He bent over to the bottom shelf and returned with a book in his hand. “I believe this is the one you’re looking for.”

    “Yep, that’s the one.” I took it from his hand. “Thank you.”

    “No problem,” He said reaching to the top shelf to grab another book. “If that’s all you need, mind helping me find the check out desk?”

    We walked out of the aisle of books together in search of the front desk. We were close enough to one another that I was able to notice his scent. He wore cologne but not a lot of it where it’s overpowering to other people. It had more of a sweet soothing scent rather than a bold powerful one which I preferred on a guy.

    We made basic small talk to one another during the walk to the desk. I found out that he’s a junior here, studying medicine, his dad’s a doctor and that he’s on the swim team here and has been for all three years so far.

    “You must have a good body if you swim.”

    “I guess you can say that,” He lifted his sweatshirt up reveling a set of six abs. “Nothing too special.”

    “Nothing special? A six pack is pretty much the signal of a great body.”

    “Thanks.” He blushed. “So are you and Dalton a thing?”

    “Why do you ask that?” I snapped back at him.

    “Well, I’ve seen you two around campus a lot and I figured since you’re gay and spending a good amount of time with him that you two could possibly be together.”

    He seemed like a nice guy who wouldn’t go around telling everyone our business, but then again I had just met him. He could be a complete tool around his friends and think it’s funny to tell them Dalton, the star quarterback, was gay and dating a guy. I was already told by Dalton not to tell anyone until he’s ready to come out so I decided to listen to him and not say anything.

    “The reason why I ask is because I’m pretty sure I’m…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.


    “I don’t think I’m completely gay. I mean, I still have intentions to do things with girls and eventually start a family but have thoughts of other guys at the same time. It’s just really confusing and I wanted a person to talk to about it, that’s all.”

    “I was told not to tell anyone, but you seem like a nice guy and I want to trust you.”

    “You can. I don’t spread gossip.”

    “We started dating a couple of weeks ago.”

    “How’d you know he was into guys and that you were too?”

    “I don’t mean to cut you off but, if you’re free later why don’t you stop by my dorm.” I said as I wrote down what building and room I’m in on a piece of paper. “You can ask all the questions you want, and I know I’ll try my best to answer them. I can’t speak for Dalton, though.”

    “Not to be mean but he doesn’t seem like a nice guy.”

    “Yeah, I thought that too.” We both laughed. “Once you get to know him, you’ll see he’s an extremely caring guy who just has a lot going on internally. He’s just misunderstood by a lot of people.”

    “I’ll take your word on it. And thanks. I really appreciate it.”

    “It’s not a problem.”

    We finally reached the front desk, checked our books out, said goodbye and went our separate ways. The fact that two people asked about Dalton being gay or my boyfriend started to make me wonder if a lot more people noticed these things too. It is his decision on when to come out, but if he keeps waiting I feel its going to spread around as a rumor before he gets the chance to tell people himself.

    I decided to take the long way back to my dorm to enjoy the weather while it lasted. The clouds disappeared completely, revealing the crisp blue sky and the bright sun that I was longing to see. Add a soft cool breeze, the changing colors of the leaves, and the birds chirping in addition to the sky, it turned out to be a beautiful day out and I loved it. I’m not one for nature since I live in the city, but the simple things like the colors of the trees and the quietness of the campus made me extremely happy. Don’t get me wrong, I love living in the city due to the convenience of everything and the busy lifestyle, but the simple things up here were really making me like the suburbs more and more.

    I got so lost in my head as I walked down the pathway embracing my surroundings that I didn’t notice a group of guys were walking behind me until they got right behind me. I thought that they were going to pass around me since I was walking too slow but they didn’t do that; they kept following me until we came up to a small vacant courtyard. I felt a pair of hands grab onto my shoulders causing me to come to an abrupt stop as the other two guys walked in front of me. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I saw the two guys faces and knew I was in for trouble.

    The guy on the left was the same guy who gave me trouble at the party yesterday. He had this smirk on his face that sent a cold shiver throughout my entire body. The guy on the right was one of his friends he had with him yesterday, again looking like he didn’t want to be here. I didn’t see the guy who was holding my arms behind my back but I’m positive it was the his other friend. I tried breaking free from his grip, but it was to no avail; he was too strong.

    Then the guy on the left stepped closer to me and I tried to back up, but found myself pressed against my captors solid body. He kept looking me in the eye with that same smirk, just standing in front of me, doing nothing. Before I could say anything, he had his arm pulled back and speeding forward towards my stomach. His powerful fist made contact with my sensitive stomach and caused me to double over in pain, but I couldn’t fall down. I was forced to stand up. Just as it started to fade, I felt him do it again with even more power. I groaned out in pain as the guy behind put pressure on my arms to force me to stay erect. The pain in my stomach began to spread throughout me as my body reacted to his punches. He punched me one more time in the gut, making sure he used all his strength, making me cry out in pain. It was a loud and deathly scream yet no one was around to hear it so it didn’t matter how loud I cried out. This time, I was allowed to fall to the ground as I fell to my knees with my forehead to the ground grabbing my stomach in agony.

    I began to think it was over since nothing happened for another minute or so, but I knew it was too soon to be over. The main guy kicked me in the torso causing me to fall on to my back and grab at my chest. He proceeded to plop down on my chest and punch me across the face. I’ve gotten hit before in the stomach, chest, arm and pretty much everywhere else on my body, but my face was never touched. This sensation was new to me and caused a tear to form from my eye and drip down my cheek. He saw it and let out a laugh as he punched me in the face again, this time closer to my nose. The force he was exerting on my face wasn’t as bad as the pain in my stomach, but I felt him tear the skin on my cheek as blood slowly poured out. He sent one final punch to my nose which caused that to bleed too.

    He got off of me and I instantly got into the fetal position trying to protect myself from further harm. The pain I was feeling was almost to the point of being unbearable and I just wanted them to leave. I actually started praying to God for them to leave me alone. Again, I was proved wrong when he walked back up to me and drove his foot into my side. This caused me to scream out in pain yet again but much, much louder. It was an ear piercing scream yet they still didn’t stop. The two other guys each took a kick at me, harder then the last, adding onto the pain I was experiencing. I felt as if I wanted to die right then and there.

    “Where’s your boyfriend to protect you now, fag?” He said mockingly as he drove his foot into my side one more time.

    I heard the three of them laugh as they started walking away in the opposite direction, leaving me in the middle of the pathway. The pain must have been too much for me to handle because I felt my eyes go heavy and everything eventually went black. When I reopened my eyes, I saw a figure kneeling beside me and I immediately went back into the fetal position out of fear. But as my vision cleared up, and I saw that it was Marc, my body relaxed. He looked like he was panicking yet trying to be calm to not worry me at the same time.

    “Christian, can you hear me? Christian?”

    “It…it hurts Marc.” I managed to spit out.

    “You’re going to be fine, bud. They’re not going to hurt you.”

    I hear footsteps approaching as they pounded into the pavement at a quick rate. As they got closer and closer and eventually stopped right next to me, again causing me to get into a ball for protection. I was waiting for more pain to come, or for Marc to start fighting him but it never happened. He just stood there panting as I had my eyes closed, scared until I heard his voice.

    “What happened?” His voice was shaky.

    “I don’t know. I was heading back to my room when I heard someone scream so I followed it here and found him on the floor covered in blood knocked out.”

    “Where’d they go?” he demanded.

    “They headed in the other direction. What do I do with him though?”

    “Bring him to coach; he’ll take care of him.”

    “Okay.” Marc said as he got his arms under my legs and my neck picking me up. “What are you going to do?”

    “Don’t worry about me.” He kissed me on the forehead. “Just take him to coach and hurry.”

    He ran off in the other direction as I attempted to scream out no, but couldn’t manage to form words. Marc started walking at a fast pace back towards the athletic building trying not to bounce me much. We were just passing the library when everything went black again.

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    Re: Dorming With Dalton

    Glad to see you are continuing this story. I thought you had given up.

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    Quote Originally Posted by mgoettsch 1955 View Post
    Glad to see you are continuing this story. I thought you had given up.
    Me too I'm sorry I never posted before, but I used to read your story and I'm glad you're back. Hope everything's alright with you.

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    Re: Dorming With Dalton

    So good to see you're back. I guess you finally decided how to handle the sex/no sex question in this chapter. Well, I enjoyed it and thought it fit fine into the telling. You do a really good job writing this.
    "Reading should be easy. Only the reader should be hard." -- hardreader

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