Latest gay adult stories: Connor’s Pretty Horny – Chapter 2.1

Author: connorwitmer

I was back on my knees, cleaning up cum from the floor with a paper towel and my mind had just started to wander back to the blowjob I’d just given. On the one hand, it had been a random Grindr hookup and I hadn’t shared so much as a word with David. On the other hand, I’d really, really enjoyed sucking my first cock. Still, I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that it was the “wrong” way to have sex – but I kept thinking: Was it so much worse than if I’d taken some guy home after a party, like I’d been imagining all this time anyway? No, I really didn’t think it was.

Picking up my phone to send David an awkward “Thanks for the dick” text, it lit up as I took it in my hand first. I’d gotten a text from my best friend at school, Henry. We hadn’t met until those first few days of classes, but it was an instant bond and made me feel much less alone. The text just read: “Pizza?” with the classic pizza emoji beside it. I sat cross-legged on the floor to reply, “Meet you in, like 20? I need to shower.”

Henry and I always met at the same pizza place just off campus, The Slice. Thus far, it was one of only a few casual food places we’d found in this college. And I did need to shower – there was still slowly drying cum on my shirt and some had seeped through or dribbled between the buttons.

I grabbed a fresh pair of shorts and a long, light white t-shirt from my dorm room, rummaged for a fresh pair of briefs to replace my slightly sticky underwear. Stepping into the shower, I thought more about Henry and I’s relationship. Henry was completely straight as far as I could tell, but I was open with him about being gay and we joked a lot about my slightly neurotic homo tendencies and I made fun of his a-little-overcompensatingly-masculine traits. I felt totally at ease with him, and as a result, sexuality really never felt like a point of tension between us.

Still, and this makes me sound really terrible, Henry was undoubtedly very hot. He was taller even than me, often showcased the first tuffs of chest hair under his shirts, and had thick, muscular, veiny arms and legs. He was the all-American outdoorsy type and hiked, biked, went trail running, kayaked or whatever other trendy woodsy activity there is without fail every weekend. Meanwhile, I played video games with friends online back home, watched bootlegged Broadway shows on sketchy sites, or (apparently) hit up guys on Grindr for NSA sex. Needless to say, we lived very different private lives… but still fell into the most oddly natural friendship of my life.

But yeah, I’d be lying if I said my dick didn’t very slightly chub up again at the thought of seeing Henry. We were friends. Best friends – and he was straight, but sadly, even friends can be hot and very often are. I scrubbed the scent of Grindr sex off my body, hopped out, dressed and was on my way to meet Henry at The Slice.

The Slice is nestled between a smoke shop and a liquor store just across from the law library on campus, and to date, I think Henry and I are the only freshman that have dared to stop in. Primarily, The Slice is reserved for jaded law students and this Thursday evening was no different. The benefit to me and Henry, of course, was that the typically older crowd meant we had never been ID’d yet and could enjoy a beer with our pizza like an American ought to.

When I walked in, there were a few other patrons crowded around other tables, but Henry had secured a booth in the corner. He grinned at me as I walked over. “Chem lab run long today or something?” My obvious reaction was “No, I just sucked off the hottest dick I’ve ever seen” – but the words caught in my throat just before I said them, and instead it came out: “Just had to shower. You know, don’t want to track anything into my dorm or whatever.” It sounded awkward and weird and probably like an obvious lie, but Henry just laughed along and ushered me to sit down.

Henry was handsome as ever, just slightly bronzed from weekends camping and wearing his hat on backwards. He had got ahead of me and ordered us a pitcher of beer, and the night was off to a start. Neither of us had classes on Friday, so Thursday was often the start of our long weekends.

“I’m going to a party tonight at this guy’s house from my Soc class if you want to come,” Henry said as we were paying the tab and finishing off the pitcher, “I mean, you don’t have to at all but if you were looking to get wild.” Henry grinned from across the table, clearly ribbing me. He knew I wasn’t the `get wild’ type any night of the week, but as good extroverted friends often do, always extended the invitation to me.

I was thinking up excuses to politely decline ranging from laundry to homework when I remembered my tryst with David earlier that day. At the time, I’d let some other part of me take over the decisionmaking – and nothing had gone wrong then. Why not now?

“Sure.” I kinda couldn’t believe I had said it, “Wanna text me the address? I’m going to get changed.” Henry agreed and we parted, me stealing a glance at his curved ass in his blue shorts as he took off towards his dorm. Look, I’m human, alright?

By the time I got back to my dorm, Jake and Dean had returned from playing basketball. Jake was even shirtless, revealing a glistening white and toned torso. They were now seated on the grungy shared couch playing video games and loudly yelling to each other. Jake and Dean were best friends, and although I should probably have felt like the third wheel in the suite, they had made a good habit of always trying to include the nerdy gay kid in the next room over.

“Sup Connor?” Jake’s eyes flitted away from the TV for only a moment, but I felt my dick thicken in my shorts when he did. I hadn’t yet paid much attention to Jake, but seeing him slightly sweaty and shirtless in my living room did the trick. He was a good looking guy with buzzed brown hair and blue eyes. Dean was a shorter and thicker build with short, wavy blonde hair. Together, they made a perfect pair of straight guys playing video games and were a sight for sore eyes.

“Hey guys. How was basketball?” I asked. The question instantly triggered heated debate, their eyes still glued to the TV. I laughed along and headed to my room, leaving the two to argue it out.

The last dregs of summer were still in the September air so I could get away with my shorts, but changed into a nicer button down and checked my phone for an address from Henry. Dutifully, he had dropped a pin and it looked like the house wasn’t too far off campus.

I surveyed myself in the mirror on the back of my door, shuffling away jackets and towels that hung there. I was a cute looking guy, truth be told. I didn’t have Henry-level confidence, but I knew there were some good things to be seen there: I was tall, my short brown hair was cute, and I had a bright, youthful, and clean face. Some of that is true and the rest is called “practicing positive self-talk” which I had read about in a magazine once. I gently lifted up my shirt and surveyed the very beginning of a nice set of abs, and smiled at myself in the mirror. I was going to do the college party thing, and I was going to be brave about it even though every bone in my body wanted me to stay home that night.

I texted Henry back: “See you in a few, headed over now. Don’t leave me hangin.” In reality, I knew Henry couldn’t help but be true to his word to meet me there, but a reminder never hurt anyone either.

I said my goodbyes to Jake and Dean in the living room where the debate still raged on about basketball, but I couldn’t tell if they were talking about the same session or more about the state of the sport writ large. I set across campus and on the walk checked in on Grindr. David had kept his promise and messaged me his phone number, and even another picture of his fat cock “as a reminder.” My cock thickened for what felt like the hundredth time in my shorts, but I stuffed my phone back into my pocket. I won’t say I was trying to play hard to get with David, but I was at least a little bit trying to subvert any pretense that I might be a desperate bottom boy. I wasn’t – at least, I didn’t really think of myself as that type.

The party house was at the end of a completely dark cul-de-sac, windows all fully lit and the a bass rattling the window panes. It was a quintessential college rager to be sure. As I walked up the cement path, I tried to recall if Henry had told me who’s party this was. What if someone asked who I was, would I have to explain that I knew Henry and Henry knew this person I couldn’t even remember the name of? Turns out, per usual, my anxieties were for nothing. Henry in all his prophetic wisdom, was waiting with his arms crossed on the porch grinning down at me. I had been just pulling out my phone to give him a call when I looked up into his green eyes.

“Oh. Hey.” I smiled back at him, for the second time today determined to Fake it Until I Ideally and Hopefully Make It.

“You sure about this? We can bail and go catch a movie or something.” Henry sensed my nerves and for half a second, I almost took him up on the offer.

“No, I’m stoked. Really stoked.” I took the last step onto the porch and Henry shrugged, opening the door and leading me into the party. The house must have been a parent’s or something, since there were no old bean bags or pool tables in sight. Henry pushed through a crowd of rowdy sorority girls to the kitchen where alcohol was flowing freely. Before I knew it, he had pushed a drink into my hand and in turn pushed me onto a sofa in a room adjacent to the kitchen. “I’ll be right back. Just try and… Just relax, Connor.” He laughed and disappeared into the sea of bodies.

I scanned the room for a familiar face and actually landed on a girl from my Chem class lingering in the hall, and figured I’d chat her up about the lab earlier that day. Except, was it lame to talk about class at a party?

I’d just started to consider if now was a good time to ask her for the notes from last week when my eye caught something a lot more interesting than Lauren from Chem.

There was a guy that had just pushed past Lauren for a drink. He might have been perfect. His hair rose perfectly off his forehead and fell to the side, dressed in this perfectly soft plaid shirt and slender black jeans. Basically, he was the spitting image of the cute main love interest of every 80’s movie you’ve ever seen. I watched him over the rim of my red cup as he approached the counter, chatting with the others congregated in the kitchen as he poured himself a drink. He was so hot, and I was so into it. My cock twitched in my shorts and I knew this moment would probably captivate my jerk off fantasies for the next month, at least.

I had just pulled out my phone to look up the guy-who’s-a-total-dick from Clueless and see if the boy in front of me might actually be him from a time machine when I felt someone plop down on the sofa next to me, our knees not quite touching but almost. My heart rate I exploded when I saw the corner of his flannel shirt out of the corner of my eye.

“Dude. I don’t even know anyone here. Do you?” He said loudly into my ear, talking over the thump of the music from the next room over.

“Oh, uh, not really. I’m here with a friend, but he just disappeared on me…” I craned my neck to look around the room and attempted to telepathically communicate to Henry that he needed to extricate me from this situation ASAP. I needed an air evac stat.

“Well, let’s do the party thing then, I’m Alex.” He offered his hand out to me and finally I knew I’d have to meet his gaze. I looked into his blue eyes and he had the tiniest most subtle smile I’d ever seen.

“Connor.” I smiled back, and then returned to looking at my feet. I considered the possibility of sending Henry an SOS text, but in the back of my mind the same words echoed: Fake it till you make it.

“Major?” He asked, crossing his legs to rest his ankle on his knee. For some reason, that suddenly became the most sexy sitting pose imaginable. His crotch was practically rotated towards me, and I briefly wondered about the treasure buried there.

“Major?” I was flustered, confused by the question and still briefly transfixed on the idea of what kind of underwear he must wear.

“Like… you’re in college, right? What are you studying?” I felt like a complete idiot and felt my face go red. In the most natural instinct I had ever felt, I slammed back the rest of my drink and tried to laugh it off.

“Oh, uh, I’m a freshman. I’m undeclared but thinking about a history degree or something, but my parent’s keep telling me that history is usel–” I’m sure half of my words were completely drowned out by the dubstep and mentally shamed myself for even trying.

Alex took a drink as well, “No dude, I’m a graphic design major and my folks keep telling me the world is too full of graphic designers. Fuck `em, right?” He chuckled and leaned back against the arm of the sofa, surveying me. “You’re giving me a vibe right now, man.”

I looked up from the floor and back to his eyes, trying to look visibly stunned. “A vibe? What do you mean?” But Alex just winked and hauled himself off the sofa to grab us both another drink, and by the time he returned with two heavy cups he had clearly moved past the topic.

“So history? Why history?” He yelled over the low drum of music.

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