Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2014 16:40:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wyatt Anderson <wyattanderson149@yahoo.com>
Subject: Freshman Roommate-Chapter 1

None of these characters are representative of any real people, this is not
a true story, and if consensual sex between two males over the age of 18
offends you, perhaps you should reconsider what site you are on, and not
read on.

       Wyatt came back into the room and flopped face first onto the couch,
which, like most other pieces of furniture in the room, belonged to Kyle.
It wasn't exactly planned that way, but Wyatt lived eight hours away from
campus, and Kyle lived a measly one. Planning their dorm earlier that
summer had been an exercise in patience as both tried to get the other to
bring more. In the end the most Wyatt was able to bring with him on the
plane was a sickeningly swirled green-and-blue rug, which currently
occupied the floor and clashed horribly with Kyle's bright yellow-orange
couch that, much to Wyatt's dismay, had apparently looked very dapper in
Kyle's room at home.
       Kyle looked up and dropped his highlighter onto his biomed notes. He
stood and stretched his legs, walking over to his coffee maker. He put
Wyatt's favorite blend, hot chocolate, into the holder and a mug underneath
the spout. Turning on the machine he turned slowly and smiled, the setting
sun was shining in through the window, accentuating the supple curve of
Wyatt's ass in his shorts and making the faint dusting of summer-bleached
hair on his firm calves shine. He sat on the cushion next to Wyatt and
placed one hand on either shoulder, slowly circulating his thumbs, he bent
and fit his chin into Wyatt's neck, feeling the upset boy's blonde hair
gently stroke his cheek and temple, he closed his blue eyes, feeling Wyatt
relax in his grip, "What's wrong?"
       "Everyone here knows more than me. Why the fuck did I think I could
do this? I took one year of training in one language, and I'm far from good
at it! All the rest of them have been programming for years! I should've
just stuck with chemistry."
       "You hate chemistry."
       "I didn't use to! I'm pretty sure it was just the teacher, it's not
nearly too late to transfer, I can still go pre-med."
         "Oh come on, you know that's not what you want."
       "It's better than being stupid."
       "You're not stupid."
       "I know that. But the professors probably all think it by now, I
don't know anything!"
       The coffee maker dinged and Kyle released Wyatt's broad shoulders,
"Sit up, I made you a drink." As Wyatt dredged himself out of the depths of
his self-pity, Kyle unscrewed the lid to a bottle of peppermint schnapps
and poured a healthy dose in the drink. He stuck the bottle back in his
bottom desk drawer under his binders, and walked over to Wyatt, handing him
the mug.
       "Thanks" Wyatt took a large swig and set the mug on the dark oak end
table next to the couch that was, not surprisingly, Kyle's. He kicked off
his shoes and lay back on the couch with outstretched arms, looking at Kyle
pleadingly.
       Kyle sighed and consented, laying down and tucking his arms under
Wyatt's back, he set his ear in the middle of his roommate's chest, hearing
the faint beat of his heart, and the faint swishing of the abnormality
Wyatt had been diagnosed with at age 12. He sighed contentedly, and brushed
his own blonde hair against Wyatt's badly-in-need-of-a-shave chin. They
laid like this for a few minutes, Wyatt breathing steadily and Kyle
thinking, before finally breaking the silence "You know you've only had a
few days of classes right?"
       "Yes?"
       "I doubt the professors even know your name by now, let alone how
good you are at programming." Kyle pushed himself up and looked into
Wyatt's eyes, grey as the sea in storm, "You're going to be fine, I
promise."
       Wyatt looped his arm around Kyle's waist and pulled himself up. He
reached behind his back and grabbed the hot chocolate, never breaking eye
contact with Kyle, who, for his part, was just beginning to feel the strong
and strange attraction he always felt in moments of closeness with
Wyatt. Kyle leaned in, about to lock his lips with Wyatt's, when the hot
chocolate snuck between them. Wyatt took his time with this drink,
swallowing everything left in the mug, eyes dancing with mirth like smoke
from a crackling midsummer fire surrounded by your closest friends. Kyle
feigned insult, and tried to squirm from Wyatt's grasp, but now that the
mug was back on the end table, Wyatt could use both arms, and he was
negotiating from the position of strength, his arms both already around
Kyle. Wyatt pulled hard and Kyle collapsed downward, his head landing, not
gently, on Wyatt's upper left chest. Instantly Wyatt's arms released Kyle,
both flying to his heart, he coughed and shuddered, unable to speak.
       Kyle filled with cold fire, afraid he had killed his roommate in the
first week. Wyatt gagged. Nearly crying Kyle jumped off the couch and
fumbled in his pocket for his phone. His hand closed and he pulled it out,
already unlocking the screen, through his tunnel vision he opened the phone
app and pressed nine, one twice and right as he went to press call Wyatt
stopped gagging, "Don't call, I'm fine" he said shakily. "You just knocked
the wind out of me, didn't even land on my heart. Don't worry."
       "I thought you were going to die!"
       "No, I'm not that fragile thanks," Wyatt laughed and sat up, he held
his arms out and grabbed Kyle's hands. "Now where were we?" He pulled Kyle
close and kissed him. Their lips pressed together perfectly, tongues danced
across opposing lips and each other, until Kyle broke the kiss.
       "Those professors probably do think you're stupid."
       "Thank you Kyle, the attempt to kill me didn't work, so you're
trying to drive me to suicide?"
       "Let me finish! I was going to say people as hot as you, generally,
aren't very smart—STOP IT!"
       "Stop what?" Wyatt asked innocently, still chewing on his bottom
lip, with full knowledge of its effect on Kyle.
       Kyle pushed him back onto the couch, "Shut up, you know exactly what
you're doing. I'm going back to my studying, at least I'll know what I'm
doing."
       "That was low," Wyatt grumbled and rummaged in his pack for his
Micorsoft surface 3. He pulled it out and opened the web browser, checking
his email he found nothing interesting, just a reminder of the chapters he
had to have read for English in two days. Closing the browser he smiled at
his wallpaper, a picture of him and a few of his best friends from back
home at the lake, most of whom he didn't talk to anymore. There was Micah,
who had been his best friend, brown hair and bad acne leading to a
surprisingly smooth and bare chest, with a nice set of abs, more from a
lack of fat than any real muscle, from his red and gold swimsuit peeked two
surprisingly hairy legs, his arm was around his, now, ex-girlfriend
Mikayla, a redhead with a ton of freckles and an alright body wearing a
green and white polka-dotted bikini. Next to them was Wyatt, then Katie,
Wyatt's ex-with-benefits, a brunette runner with an amazing butt and a
killer set of blue eyes that went great with her button nose, and
double-d's. Timmy was next, he had a bit of pot belly, and was hairy all
over, something Wyatt definitely was not attracted to, but his chesnut
brown hair and mellow green eyes relayed a kindness that was hard to not
love. Sarah was looking off to the side, apparently she had seen a rabbit,
and even as a high school graduate that had been important enough for her
to run off an instant later. Her sharp nose and chin were delicately
outlined in sunshine, which bounced of her shiny light brown locks, her
body was amazing, the only drawback was not displayed in this picture, the
only reason Wyatt even knew about it was because they'd been like brother
and sister in another lifetime, a few months ago; Sarah refused to shave,
sure her legs were smooth, but there was something else that wasn't. Timmy,
after Wyatt had told him what Sarah had said, had taken to referring to her
pubes as "the forest of doom".
       Bored he stowed his tablet and walked over to Kyle's desk, "You put
more schnapps in than usual."
       "Yeah, but only so you would shut up and leave me alone."
       "Oh come on, you said yourself it's only been a few days, why are
you studying when you could be rolling around naked with me?"
       "Don't flatter yourself, you're not that hot."
       "I'm hot enough to be stupid, or so I seem to remember someone
saying. I think it was right after doing this--" He leaned down, pushing
Kyle's highlighter away despite his protests about smudging his notes, and
kissed him. Wrapping his arms around Kyle's neck he slid off the desk,
pulling them both to the ground. Kyle landed on top of Wyatt, but didn't
break this kiss. He tugged up on Wyatt's shirt, pulling it up and off,
bringing Wyatt's chest and abs into the fading twilight, he slipped off his
own shirt and then grabbed Wyatt's wrists, pushing them down, they landed
on top of the puddle of shirt the boys had left on their dorm room
floor. He slid his mouth down to Wyatt's neck, gently biting and sucking
until he had the other boy moaning and rolling under his touch. Meanwhile
his hands slid down Wyatt's sides, feeling the strong muscles flexing
beneath his touch. He pushed with his thumbs on Wyatt's abs until finally,
slowly, he arrived at Wyatt's waistband. Sliding his mouth skillfully down
Wyatt's chest he arrived at the nipples. Wyatt loved this part and he
curled his toes in anticipation as Kyle set to work.
       Wyatt moaned, loud, so loud that Kyle grabbed one of the shirts and
stuffed it over Wyatt's face, effectively silencing him from any nosey
neighbors. All this time, though, Kyle never stopped working on Wyatt's
nipples, he switched between the two, working one with his mouth and one
with his hand, he brushed them with his tongue and lips, he flicked them,
and bit them until Wyatt could take no more. Wyatt reached down and pulled
Kyle up to his mouth and they kissed, tongues dancing back and forth in the
ultimate dance of passion.
       Kyle broke the kiss again, this time he completely ignored Wyatt's
chest and in one fell swoop pulled off Wyatt's blue shorts and boxers,
exposing his hard cock. Six and three quarters inches long the circumcised
pole captivated Kyle in a way biomed studying never seem quite capable
of. Wyatt's shaved balls bounced to a rest below the base of his shaft,
they hung loosely now, as if something were exciting Wyatt. It began with
Kyle's hand, pumping up and down on the cock while his mouth went back to
Wyatt's nipples. That didn't last long before Wyatt was pressing the shirt
into his own face and Kyle knew it was time. He slid his mouth back down to
Wyatt's head and began to slowly suck his cock, swirling his tongue around
the tip. He picked up the pace and soon was taking in Wyatt's whole cock as
quickly as he was breathing. Kyle began to jack Wyatt off in time with his
mouth and pretty soon Wyatt's hand was on the back off his head,
"Kyle... I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum Kyle." Kyle only picked up speed. When it
came, it came hard, one, two, three, four shots hit the back of Kyle's
mouth and he swallowed every last drop.
       Kyle came back up and started to kiss Wyatt. Wyatt sat up with Kyle
in his lap and then flipped the two around back down, laying back down with
Kyle on bottom, he broke the kiss and winked at Kyle, slowly sliding his
roommate's shorts down off his legs, Kyle's seven and one quarter inch cut
dick flopped from his pants and Wyatt, who was never one for dramatic
effect, went to suck it He'd just managed to get his mouth around the tip
when there was a knock at the door.

I can't promise this won't be the last submission of this story, but I plan
to try and work on it and submit whatever new things I have every week, so
if this isn't the first and last I have no basis on what the length of the
future submissions will be. Anyway, you can email
wyattanderson149@yahoo.com with questions and concerns. I also welcome any
criticisms, but please don't be a jerk, if you're going to rag on my
writing at least offer suggestions.