4.“So you’re in college?” my mom asked, passing around the bowls of steaming food. “I’ve been trying to tell Ryan that he needs to start applying.” I picked at my food. Perhaps she had selective amnesia, because I had applied to the three local colleges, including the one that I assumed that Jay was going to. I didn’t want to be far away from home, and my mom wasn’t prepared to shoulder the financial responsibility for me going to an Ivy League school or even just an out of state one. Jay smiled indulgently and ate little. I didn’t blame him, my mom wasn’t exactly the best at cooking and tonight’s casserole or whatever the fuck it was wasn’t one of her better dishes.
She continued to badger him.
“Are you in a dorm or an apartment?”
“Dorm.”
“Single or double?”
“Double.”
“Would you like some more casserole?”
“No thanks.”
“What are you majoring in?”
Finally I just snapped. “Mom! Let him eat!” She frowned at me and then patted Jay’s hand.
“I’m sorry that my son is being so rude. Usually he’s more respectful of his mom.” she explained to him. “Maybe he’s just embarrassed that I want to get to know his friends.” I seethed and let her cross- examine him, only half-listening to the answers he gave. The questions that I wanted to ask were...
“If Ryan wanted to, he could come back with me to the dorm and I could show him around.” Jay offered. My mom was agreeing for me and shoving me out the door before I could think.
He unlocked the door to his room and gestured for me to go inside. “Bobby’s out of town for the next two days. I’ve got it all to myself.” he said, smiling ferally.
“Does he know you’re...” But he was already opening the shades and staring at the moon. Picture frames were spread around, of someone who I assumed was his roommate and a somewhat vacant looking woman. The division between the different sides was obvious. They had computers at opposite ends of the room, their beds were facing away from each other, his posters were darker... But Jay had told my mom that he and Bobby had been rooming together since freshman year so there must have been something that they had in common.
“Close the door and lock it.” I complied without even thinking. “Go ahead and look around. If I understood your mom right you’re probably going to be going here in the fall.” He started to pull his T-shirt off. What the hell was he...? He looked at me and smirked. “I’m going out after this. You’re a little too young to come along though. Maybe next year.” I longed to help him change, screw looking at the room... He was facing the other way, I could just walk up behind him and... I battled with myself, I knew that somehow he had planned this. All my hormones were telling me to go for it.
Before I knew it my hands were sliding underneath his shirt and he was leaning against my chest. I felt him shiver and goose-bumps brush against my fingers. My hands kept on climbing higher until they reached his nipples. He gasped as I took them between thumb and forefinger and leaned his head against my shoulder, closing his eyes. Then his hands went over mine, encouraging me to continue touching him. The mesh rasped over my skin as I made him moan and writhe. Pushed his shirt up in the back and licked down his spine, feeling him quiver. He didn’t make any noises except for sharp pants. I wanted him to moan my name. Slid one hand away from his nipples and heard him groan in loss. I started to tug down the zipper of his skirt.
“Mmph...Ryan...” he whimpered, “A...are you sure?”
“You’ve been leading up to this for three days...” Rubbed my half- hard cock against his ass, he tried to twist away but I was still holding onto him. “Or are you too old to get into it?”
“If you’re teasing I’ll...” I slipped the skirt down to the floor and he was standing there in his boxers, my other hand still teasing his nipple underneath his shirts. The rest of his sentence trailed off into whimpers and moans, his eyes fluttered underneath their lids. I pushed him onto his bed and started to peel off his T-shirt, watching as he swallowed deeply, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. After more teasing tugs on his clothing, he was just there in his boxers and I was busy almost gnawing on his right nipple. I felt his cock underneath my stomach, hard and insistent. Decided to tease. He needed to be at my mercy for once...maybe I’d just get up and leave after tugging on his cock a few times. Show him how it felt to be taunted until his brain wanted to self-destruct and how the fantasies crept up and consumed.
I pulled back and straddled him, staring down at his pained face. After a huge breath he opened his eyes and glared at me. Trailed my hands along the hem of my shirt, pulling it up slowly, making sure to touch my bellybutton and follow the line up to my collarbone, keeping a very restrained face on the entire time. Then I threw it across the room and smirked at him. He had clutched the comforter on his bed with a death grip in a vain attempt to keep from trying to touch me. I think he knew that I wouldn’t let him.
Fingers went down to my jeans, I was unzipping them unnecessarily slowly. Eventually he gave up and tried to sit up. I pushed him back down, grinding my hips down onto his, he gnashed his teeth and tried to keep control of himself. “Behave.” I whispered, though I thought that I was going to burst myself.
I had to sit up for a moment to get the jeans off and he took advantage of that lapse in my control to grab me and kiss at my neck, suck at my pulse, try to stick his hands into my boxers. But I didn’t want to play like that. Slammed him to the bed and attacked his mouth, forcing his tongue to tangle with mine to fight off the lust that threatened to consume. Pinned his hands to the bed, I didn’t want him touching me. He didn’t seem to mind as much as I thought he would. Perhaps he wasn’t the kind of guy who wanted to be on top... Then he pulled his mouth away from mine and gasped. He arched his back so that his chest touched mine. I hissed and let go of his hands long enough to tug down his boxers. I was closer to his cock than I felt that I had ever been. Closer to any erect cock than I had ever wanted to be. His eyes were half-closed and he looked like he was suffering divine torture. I wanted to do something, but I wasn’t sure what. There was a long pause, well, it was probably pretty short since everything was slowed down in a haze of almost orgasm. His eyes opened and he looked at me fully, understanding. “You’ve never done this before...” he said. I nodded. “....okay” he sighed, turning a bit to reach in a drawer next to his bed. He came out with some lube and a condom. I took them from him and opened the condom. A smile, then he was nibbling on my neck and putting it on for me. I moaned his name and wanted to fuck him right then....but there was the lube and and...
It was somewhat cold and I stared at it for a moment before his eyes encouraged me to continue. Slid a finger into his tightness, stopping as he hissed and arched his neck. After his face relaxed a bit, I continued to coat his insides, lingering at the place that made him clench his teeth and hiss his pleasure. Slowly inched in another finger, then another, surprised at how much he could stretch. “Will you just fuck me?” he snarled then abandoned himself to the pleasures of my fingers massaging his prostate. Soon denying myself became too much to bear and I removed my fingers and hovered with my cock. “Y..you’re not going to hurt me.” he stuttered, circling around my waist with his legs.
I shoved in as gently as I could, despite being so eager for release that I thought I was going to come right then. He groaned and grabbed onto me with his arms as well, trying to get me to destroy him inside and out. I didn’t deny him that. He was so warm inside, so tight and perfect and I wanted to stay there forever. Panting consumed my existence, all I could see was the veins stark against his neck, sweat beading on his forehead. He was moaning my name, I was grunting his, thrusting until I knew that I was going to burst, touching his cock and then feeling him come, spurting between us and making everything slick with sweat and cum. One last thrust and I was gone. I held back a scream and slammed my eyes shut, almost passing out as I filled him. Laid there for about two minutes, my head on his chest. But he was pushing me away and getting up and dressed. “You should get home before your mom starts to worry.”
“...This wasn’t a one night stand kind of thing, was it?” I asked, knowing that it probably was. He stopped zipping his skirt up and turned.
“If we had a relationship, it wouldn’t work. I’m too old for you. It’s better like this.”
“That’s you talking!” I yelled.
He snarled and grabbed my wrist. “Maybe it’s because I’ve had some experience with this kind of thing!” I sat there and stared at him dumbly.
“I know it won’t work...but...but...I want you to...” He closed his eyes and shook his head.
“You want me to take your virginity?” I nodded. He sighed. “You really want me to do it? You really want someone you might never have any contact with again to be your first time?” I stood up and moved over to him slowly, slinking along the fake wood floor. His eyes widened as I kissed him full on the lips, parting his easily and playing with his tongue. Pulled away.
“I’d rather it be you than anyone else.”
“Tomorrow then. There’s night class that I have to pose for right now...I’m already late!” he exclaimed, pushing me out the door. A part of me wondered why he had agreed so quickly. I suppressed it.