The next morning Peter awoke to the sound of the door closing to his room. For a moment he thought he was alone until he felt motion behind and he turned to see Kevin there with his back to him and he realized he felt like he wasn't wearing much clothing. He reached down and felt his briefs, then lifted his covers to look over at Kevin who was in his boxers. Kevin stirred and rolled to face him.
"How drunk were we?" Peter asked.
"We barely made it back. Eric took my bed and we doubled up."
"Did we? I mean did I, you know."
"It's all good. You could barely move after you stripped out of your clothes and got into bed. Is Eric still here?"
"I think he just left. Aren't you worried about, you know, him thinking you're gay?"
"Fuck it," Kevin replied before rolling onto his back and making himself comfortable.
Peter did the same. They stared at the ceiling each feeling a bit sick and sleepy but not able to sleep and not hungry enough to get out of bed.
"So like, do you have a boyfriend now?" Kevin asked.
"What, no, I mean why. Are you interested?"
"No, it's just last night, you went to look for someone. I thought it would be the guy from the night of the pool party. He was cute."
"No, well, yeah, I mean different guy but we sort of met in the locker room. It's kind of a weird story. I don't know what to expect."
"Do you date?"
"Not really, I guess I've never been on like a proper date. In high school I went out with this guy for a while. We'd go places together but it never exactly felt romantic. We didn't hold hands and we didn't kiss. It was kind of like being with a friend, then we went back to his place and did it."
"I guess that's why gay guys hook up so much easier. It's difficult to date so it's just like, well we know what we want and what we're not going to get, you know, like a long term relationship."
"Gay guys are in relationships."
"That's not what I meant. I just mean it's different than when a man and woman date or hook up, there is like a social pressure to get to know each other and see if it will work. I guess the risk of pregnancy and all, then there's the whole pay and job thing with inequality so a woman might want to get ahead or at least start a family or something. With guys, most guys, they have a job and good pay so it's like fuck it let's just have sex. Is it like that with you?"
Peter looked to Kevin then back to the ceiling. It was partially true, two guys in two weeks and they barely had a conversation. Did either of them have relationship material? What was he looking for in a man? Did he want to make a commitment? He looked over to Kevin who seemed to have fallen asleep so decided to keep thinking it over as he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes.
Two hours later he awoke to the feeling of Kevin's hand and foot touching him, he slid away and got to his feet, looked back to his roommate who was still asleep. He decided he would get breakfast so he pulled on a new shirt and his shorts from the floor. It felt weird walking away from his room. He didn't know if it was the hangover or the threat of ruining and emotional connection, the emotional connection of two guys sharing a bed. It was the first time he had ever awoken with someone, a guy, in his bed. He smirked to himself as he made his way across campus to the store.
There he bought two muffins, two bananas, two smoothies, and two coffees. He headed back feeling rejuvenated. There was barely anyone else around. He got back to his room and pushed his way inside only to find Kevin awake still on his bed with a phone in hand.
"You got your phone but your still on my bed?"
"I peed too. And your bed was a mess. My bed is still made."
"Okay, well I got breakfast."
"Oh thanks, I'm starving, come on take a seat."
"I'm not getting undressed to get back in bed with you."
"What? No, just come on and take a seat."
Peter slid off his shoes and got onto the bed. He placed the food in front of themselves. Kevin grabbed a banana. Peter immediately thought of making a bad dick joke but stopped himself. He didn't want to ruin the moment of being in bed with someone, a guy, a friend.
An hour later Kevin had moved to his own bed to stretch out, a half eaten banana in his hand he groaned in frustration. Peter sat in his own bed reading a book for class.
"What's wrong?" Peter asked.
"I think I drank too much. I know I drank too much."
Peter looked over to his roommate then back to his book. He still felt a little sick but not nearly as bad as Kevin seemed to feel. He wasn't sure if the guy was truly worse off or just complained more. It didn't matter, Kevin was a nice guy. But he also didn't want to sit around all day and listen to him so he pulled out his phone and found Ted's number, then dialed it.
"Hello," Ted said.
"Hey uh, this is Peter. Would you want to meet up somewhere?"
"Right now? Yeah sure, my roommates all went home for the weekend so you can come over to my place, K312."
"Be right there," Peter said.
He ended the call and set about getting dressed. Kevin moaned some more.
"I'm going out. I'm not sure when I'll get back tonight."
"Good luck," Kevin replied.
Peter was out the door, a quick check to make sure he had everything he needed he remembered condoms. The store was closed and he didn't want to go off campus but if Ted had them everything would be okay. If not and they couldn't get some they'd just fool around, no penetration, he thought.
It was a quick walk from the dorms to the apartments where older undergrads lived. He found the place easily and made his way up the steps. Everything was strangely quiet, more than Ted's roommates must have gone home for the weekend. He knocked on the door, moments later Ted opened it. He was buck naked. Peter took a moment to appreciate the sight, a muscled chest and dick hung loose amongst a nest of black pubic hair, properly thick thighs.
"Hurry up before someone sees me," he said.
"You should be proud. Besides no one is around."
Just as he said that the neighbor's door opened.
"Hurry up," Ted said.
Peter darted into the apartment, brushed against Ted as he did. They closed the door and started to laugh as they walked to Ted's private room. Just inside Peter stripped out of his clothes. Ted moved to his dresser and pulled out a small leather bag.
"Do you have condoms?" Peter asked.
"I got that and more."
Ted opened the bag to reveal a trove of condoms, lubricant, and a slim dildo. He grinned to Peter whose ears and cheeks turned pink. He took off his underwear and started to stroke his dick as Ted moved to the bed with the bag. Peter moved to him, picked up the condom and tore open the package. He pinched the reservoir, rolled it down over his dick. Ted squirted some lubricant on his finger, pulled his knees to his chest and rubbed it over his hole. Peter looked between him and the dildo in the bag.
"What's the dildo for?" he asked.
"Have you ever tried it?"
"I'm strictly a top."
"It's not about top or bottom. It's about pleasure. Give it to me."
Peter picked it up, looked it over then handed it to him. Ted set it on his chest then motioned for Peter to get closer. He did. They grabbed at each other's bodies. Peter pressed against Ted's hole, slid inside easily but moved slowly. Ted grabbed at his arms, grabbed at his chest. Peter pinched the other young man's nipples, then went down to kiss at them and suck on them. He slid out, slid back inside. Ted's anus gripped and pulled at him, deep and warm. He worked himself into a rhythm as Ted moaned with pleasure. They grabbed at each other.
Harder and faster, Peter's balls slapped against Ted and the bed squeaked. He kissed at Ted's chest, his neck. Ted ran his fingers up and down Peter's arms, sweat covered their bodies. Ted picked up the lubricant and dildo. He rubbed it all over then handed it to Peter.
"Here, put this in your ass," he said.
Peter gripped it, it almost slipped out of his hand. He maneuvered it back between his cheeks right to his hole. He pushed it inside slowly, pulled it back a little then back inside as far as he could. He felt multiple sensations, multiple waves of confusing stimulation. He was open and deep. He was cold and warm. Ted began to jerk himself. Peter twisted his own nipples. He felt like he was in pieces yet one part of him was all he could think about as Ted's hole tightened in a final orgasm. Ted's ejaculate shot up over his head to the wall, some of it landed on his face.
Peter felt the dildo inside of him as he continued to pump. And then it was there, a moment of bliss and pain, it was the hardest orgasm of his life.
He pulled himself from Ted and fell sideways onto the sheets. Ted picked at the ejaculate on his chest and licked it from his fingers. He let out an appreciative laugh as his feet finally touched the floor. They looked to each other as Peter pulled off the condom and tied a knot at the end of it. He dropped it on the floor. The dildo between his cheeks felt like an awkward invader. He pulled it out and got up to his feet. He opened the bedroom door, went to the bathroom and dropped it in the sink. Ted was right behind him in the same condition.
"Shower?" Ted asked.
"Yeah, why not?"
Peter moved with him to the shower and got inside. They washed each other and joked about feeling intimate parts. He wasn't sure if it was the beginning of a relationship or just another fun opportunity but he appreciated it and was thankful.
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