Happy End

Peter looked at the room assignment paper and then at the number on the crimson metal door in front of him. this guy detested the idea of staying in the dorm for yet some other semester, but this guy had no choice in the matter. this chab had been compulsory to spend his savings to fix his car over the summer and that left him with very little specie. At least the dorm rent came directly out of the student loans and not immediately out of his pocket. this guy opened the door and stopped when this chab saw a group of chaps in the common room.

“Shit,” this guy muttered beneath his breath. “Hi, I’m Peter Evans. I was assigned to this room.” that guy looked around at the four boyz. “If need be I can request a transfer.”

One of the boys — the only one sitting down — jumped up then. “No, man,” this chab told quickly. “It’s phat. My name is Jimmy Madison.” that guy held out his hand and Peter shook it. “I’m the solely other one here. This is my brother Paul, and his friends, Jason and Bradley.”

When each of them shook Peter’s hand, that guy detected a degree of coldness about them despite their otherwise amiable hello. After they left the dorm room, Jimmy gave him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry if they appear to be a bit unfriendly,” this guy told. “Paul and the chaps belong to a fraternity. They tend to be a bit snobbish.”

“That’s okay,” Peter told as this guy picked up his guitar case.

“You play?” Jimmy nodded towards the case.

“Yeah, I was in a band final semester. two of the boys transferred, and the 3rd just up and quit.” Peter looked down first one hallway and then the other. “Which one is yours?”

“The last room, down the left hall. I don’t know if we’re going to acquire any others since we only have one day before class starts, so take your pick.”

“Cool,” Peter told as this chab headed down the right hallway. this guy stopped at the final room and opened the door.

It wasn’t a very large room — greater amount like a large closet — but it would do. he set the guitar case down on the daybed and walked back out. Jimmy was sitting on the bed in the common room, flipping through channels on the TV. When Peter walked to the front door, this chab stood and turned off the TV.

“You need any help, man?”

Peter turned around. “Sure. I’ve solely got a few boxes and my computer. It shouldn’t take also long.” that guy held the door open for Jimmy and they went downstairs together.

Half an hour later they were done. They both collapsed on the sofa and Peter laid his head back. this chab stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity when a knock came from the front door. this guy looked over, solely to see that Jimmy had dozed off. he sighed and stood. After a brief stretch, he went to open the door.

“Oh,” this guy said with surprise. “Come in. I’m afraid I managed to exhaust your brother.” this guy nodded towards Jimmy. When Paul lifted an eyebrow at him, that guy quickly added, “He helped carry anything from my car to my room.”

“Ah, gotcha.” Paul stepped inside and Peter shut the door.

“Can I acquire you a Coke?” Peter asked as that guy walked into the kitchen to receive one for himself.

“No, thanks,” Paul told. “I came by to get a bass stand. A friend needs one ‘cuz his broke.”

Peter looked at Jimmy. “He plays bass?”

Paul laughed. “Yeah, man. He’s one of the best I know. u two oughta hook up sometime. I noticed that u had a guitar.”

Peter blinked several times, not believing his luck. that guy had been searching for other musicians since the end of final semester. he took a swallow of his Coke and risked a glance at Paul as that guy walked to his brother’s room. while they weren’t twins, Paul and Jimmy looked quite alike. Like Jimmy, Paul’s hair was a dark blonde, but that guy seemed to prefer his in a short, genPeter cut. Jimmy liked his hair a bit longer. And different from Jimmy’s warm, dark blue eyes, Paul’s were a pale, phat blue. But his build… My God, Peter thought. Paul Madison had a body to die for. However, judging from the lukewarm welcome that he had received from Paul and his friends, this chab opted to keep quiet about his preference for studs. this chab could always dream.

Just as Paul came back into the common room, Jimmy woke up. he stood and stretched in advance of giving the stand in his brother’s hand a curious glance.

“What’s up?” that guy asked as he walked past Peter into the kitchen.

Paul shrugged. “One of guys needs to borrow one of your stands. I’ll bring it back tomorrow.”

Peter knew Jimmy wasn’t happy about it simply by the look that guy gave his brother. this chab excused himself quietly and walked by Paul, heading for his room. As he shut the door, he looked at Paul again, and this time Paul was paying greater amount attention to him than to his brother’s tirade. Peter shut the door and shook his head. this guy had just started hooking up his computer when someone knocked on his door.

“Come in.”

“Sorry about that,” Jimmy said.

Peter looked up and laughed. “It’s phat. I’ve got a sister, so I know how it is.”

“I wasn’t talking about that,” Jimmy said quietly.

Peter stopped plugging cables into the computer tower and tilted his head to look at Jimmy from beneath his desk. “Oh. Then what are you apologizing for?”

Jimmy sighed and walked over to Peter’s daybed. he sat down and gave Peter a sheepish grin. “My brother is bi. almost any of the lads in the frat abode know, so that isn’t an issue, but Paul has a habit of staring likewise much. I think this chab has the hots for you.”

Peter sat back against the underside of his desk, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

“Peter?”

He shook his head and drank hard. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Look man, I’m sorry. If it bothers you, I’ll tell him to chill when he’s here.”

Peter started to jump up, but remembered where that guy was when he team-fucked his head on the wooden desk. that guy rubbed his head and climbed out from beneath the desk. he moved his monitor around until this guy was pleased with the placement, and then that guy turned to Jimmy.

“Then I guess it’s cool to come out of the closet,” this chab said with a wry grin.

“You’re bi?”

Peter shook his head and laughed. “No, I’m homo — no doubt about that one. Generally speaking, I’ve been out of the closet for several years, but I’m still cautious around people I don’t know. Guess I’m just not a trusting person sometimes.”

“Holy shit,” Jimmy whispered. “Should I keep this quiet then?”

Peter thought about it for a minute. “Nah,” this guy said lastly. “No need to now.” this guy leaned down and pressed the force button on the front of the computer case. “Your brother doesn’t seem to be the type who would like me, though.”

Jimmy chuckled and shook his head. “It’s indeed hard to pin Paul’s sort down. When it comes to women, figuring out his sort isn’t a problem: this guy likes redheads. But when it comes to guys, u not at any time know.”

“Which one does he prefer?” Peter asked as he typed in the password to load Windows.

“Men — so much so that I sometimes wonder if he’s simply gay, even though he claims to love sweethearts just as much.”

Peter laughed. “I know that feeling. A worthy ally of mine is like that. this chab swears this guy likes both, but I’ve known him for over ten years and have yet to watch him with a woman.”

“What about you?” Jimmy asked him. Peter looked over at him, a darksome eyebrow raised questioningly. “I mean, what types of boys do u like?”

Peter sat back in his chair and stared at the computer screen. Hell, if his openness didn’t give his preference for studs away, then his Windows wallpaper certainly did. he had discovered it on one of the homosexual e-card sites and saved the picture. It wasn’t everything overtly graphic — just a picture of two men, one in jeans and the other in white briefs, lying on a couch and kissing.

“I don’t know what my type actually is, or if I even have one,” this chab told quietly. “I’ve been in relationships with different types of guys, so I guess u could say that I base it on individual deserve and not necessarily any specific type.” this guy looked at Jimmy. “Why?”

Jimmy shrugged. “Just curious indeed. I think Paul knows you’re gay, though. that guy receives feelings like that sometimes, and this chab said in advance of that guy left that he got that feeling about you.”

“Did that guy ask what type I like?” Peter asked previous to taking a gulp of Coke.

“Not quite like that,” Jimmy said. “He merely truly hinted at wanting to know. he told this chab wondered if u had a thing for frat guys.”

Peter not quite choked. “What?”

“Hey, man, I told I think this chab has the hots for u. It’s not like I didn’t warn you.” Jimmy grinned and stood up. “If you want to receive to know him better, they invited me to go watch a episode tonight. u want to go?”

“You sure that’ll be okay with them?” Peter asked him.

Jimmy smiled and patted his shoulder. “Believe me. one time Paul knows you’ll be there, he’ll make damn sure to sit in the most out-of-the-way part of the theater.” Peter gave him a curious glance. Jimmy leaned over and whispered, “He has a thing for public sex.” Peter swallowed hard and watched Jimmy walk out of his room.

* * *

Two hours later, Peter stood outside the local theater with Jimmy. When a dark blue, late model Corvette rolled into the parking lot, Jimmy grinned and nodded in its direction. Peter watched as Paul got out, and he felt his legs start to turn to rubber. Paul was wearing a pair of faded jeans that looked like they could’ve been painted on. The firmness of his thighs suggested this chab had played football or some other intense sport. that guy wore a dark T-shirt that hugged his chest, showing off the hardness of his muscles. Compared to Peter’s own slim frame, Paul Madison looked like a biggest. Hell, this chab even stood about 6’3”, which made Peter’s own 5’9” seem ungodly short. When Paul and his 2 allies reached them, Peter couldn’t begin to pull away from Paul’s blatantly lusty gaze.

“Glad u decided to come,” Paul said, giving him a knowing grin.

Peter shrugged and tried his superlatively good to remain as nonchalant as possible. “Thanks for letting me join you.”

Paul grinned and held the door open for the others. As Peter walked by him, Paul took the opportunity and grabbed a handful of his a-hole. Peter jumped and his face turned beet red. When Paul leaned down to whisper in his ear, Peter’s body tingled in response.

“I know about you,” Paul whispered, “and I’m determined to receive my hands on you one way or another.” Peter discharged him a quick glance and Paul winked at him. “After you,” this guy said with a sweeping motion of his hand.

Soon after they were settled in their seats in the theater, the lights dimmed, dropping the room into total darkness. Peter sat between Jimmy and Paul, and that guy did his best to focus on the opening of the movie, but when Paul’s hand brushed his thigh, all coherent thoughts flew out the window. this chab glanced over at Paul, but Paul sat watching the movie, albeit with a decidedly mischievous grin. When his hand traveled further up, Peter nearly dropped his gulp. he moaned softly and shifted in his seat when his jeans became uncomfortably tight. that guy sucked in a quiet breath when Paul’s hand slid over his crotch.

“Don’t move,” Paul whispered, “and don’t make a sound.”

Peter drank hard as Paul unfastened his jeans. Paul pulled his shlong out and Peter felt his face grow hot. this guy looked around quickly, but no one else was sitting anywhere near them, and Jimmy simply seemed to ignore ’em altogether. Peter bit his lower lip and closed his eyes as Paul’s hand slid up and down his cock, jerking off it with a firm clutch. he tried like hell to focus on the movie, to ignore the sensation of Paul’s hand wrapped around the hard length of his cock, but when Paul leaned over and started whispering in his ear, all hope was lost.

“I desire you. I wish to bury my hard penis unfathomable inside your a-hole. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d love to feel my wang stretching u open.”

Peter groaned softly and sank further down in his seat. this guy shivered with a wicked chill as Paul’s tongue flicked over his ear. With Paul’s lips kissing down the side of his neck, a groan lodged itself in Peter’s face hole. this chab struggled to keep quiet while Paul bit down on the delicate flesh of his neck.

“Scoot down in your chair,” Paul whispered.

“Why?” Peter whispered back. that guy wasn’t so sure that it was a worthy idea, as that guy had no clue what Paul had in mind.

Paul licked his ear and whispered, “Because I crave to finger your ass until you come.”

Peter groaned and Paul squeezed his penis tightly. this guy slid down in his seat until his booty was hanging off the edge, and Paul slid out of his own seat. In an effort to avoid garnering any unwanted attention, Peter stared at the episode screen, but when Paul’s slick finger slid inside his booty and his mouth slid down over his cock, Peter lost track of the clip altogether. he glanced down and met Paul’s pale blue gaze.

He scooted down more, and Paul added a second finger. Peter clutched the arms of his seat so constricted that his knuckles turned white, and this guy fought for breath as Paul deep-throated him. that guy fought the urge to grab Paul’s head and fuck the jock’s mouth, and instead tightened his grasp on the chair’s arms even more. Paul continued fucking his gazoo with his fingers and previous to Peter could stop it, a soft moan escaped his lips and this guy thrust his thighs up.

“Oh, fuck,” this guy whispered as that guy shot a load of come down Paul’s throat. Paul removed his fingers slowly and licked his lips.

“I want u so fucking bad,” Paul whispered. “What are u doing tomorrow night?”

“Nothing yet,” Peter whispered back, still struggling to catch his breath. Paul grinned.

When this chab slid back into his seat, Peter pulled his jeans back up. But in advance of this chab could regain his senses, Paul turned his head quickly and kissed him to within an inch of his life. Paul moaned and deepened their kiss, effectively muffling Peter’s surprised gasp. he pulled away slowly and winked.

“Then I’ll see u tomorrow night.” Paul got up to leave, but stopped when Peter grabbed his forearm.

“You’re not staying for the movie?”

Paul grinned. “No. I came here to watch a different one with the guys, but I wanted to watch u first.” he looked down at his see and pressed a small button on the side. The face lit up with a pale indigo light. “Our episode starts in about five minutes.” this chab leaned forward and gave Peter a deep, slow kiss.

Peter watched Paul walk out and felt a part of him leave with him. this chab didn’t watch the rest of the clip. Although he sat there and tried to see it, his body and mind kept reminding him of what Paul had done. By the end of the movie, this chab was really cheerful to get out of the theater. On the way back to the dorm, Jimmy remained silent, but Peter knew that guy was at least amused. Jimmy couldn’t begin to hide the grin on his face. once they were back at the dorm, Peter said Jimmy goodnight and disappeared into his room, shutting the world out. Yet no matter how hard that guy tried, this guy couldn’t acquire Paul Madison out of his mind.

* * *

“Hey man, you want to head over to the frat abode? The boyz over there are throwing an end-of-summer-break party.”

Peter looked up from his guitar and reached over to close the MP3 player on his computer. Jimmy stood in his doorway with a grin that said Peter one thing: Paul had specifically requested his presence. this chab laughed, knowing damn well that that guy couldn’t turn down the invitation.

“Sure. Why not?” this chab set his guitar back in its case. “When did u want to leave?”

Jimmy shrugged. “Whenever you’re ready. Everyone’s there already, and Paul has been fending the honeys off left and right according to Bradley. that guy has one thing on his mind tonight, and it’s not pussy.”

Peter turned away and started brushing out his long, black hair, all the whilst trying to rid himself of the blush this chab had felt creeping up on him. Ohh, that guy thought, the entire damn frat house knows now. he had to laugh, though. If two chaps could be any more different from every other, this guy certainly had at no time met them. this chab was a long-haired rock musician studying music. Paul Madison was a preppy frat lad studying mathematics, according to Jimmy. he turned around and saw that Jimmy was still standing in his doorway.

“Well, I guess I’m ready now.”

Jimmy grinned and Peter followed him out of the dorm. Fraternity Row wasn’t also far from the dorms, so they opted to walk. twenty minutes later, a tall man ushered ’em inside with a boisterous laugh. Peter had the sneaking suspicion that the laugh was at his expense. this chab suddenly wondered how much Paul had been talking since the theater. Just then, Paul himself sauntered into the entry room. in advance of Peter realized what was happening, Paul had him up against the wall and his tongue down his face hole. Peter was mortified beyond belief — and excited as hell.

“Hi,” Paul told in a silky, lusty voice.

“Hello to you, also. It’s been a while since I had a greeting like that.”

Paul grinned and caught him in one more kiss. It was slower than the first, and indeed drugging. When that guy pulled away, this chab pinned Peter with a look that made his intention very clear.

“Follow me.”

Peter nodded and let Paul drag him by the hand up a set of steps. They stopped in front of a door and, as in a short time as they were in Paul’s room and the door was closed, Peter found himself pinned to the ottoman. that guy drew his legs up, allowing Paul to settle between them as they kissed. Paul moved his face hole to Peter’s neck and bit down. Peter groaned and gripped his biceps tightly. His heart thundered in his chest as Paul ground against him.

“I wish you,” Paul growled on his neck.

Peter could merely nod.

Paul stood up and naked quicker than Peter had ever seen anyone do. Then Paul started to undress him. once Peter was naked, Paul pulled a cock rubber package out of his bedside table. Peter took the package from him and grinned as this guy ripped it open. this chab unrolled it sluggishly onto Paul’s thick shaft and looked up at him.

“So u are a bottom,” Paul told with a grin.

“Very much so.”

Paul pulled out a miniature bottle of lube, and Peter watched as this chab slicked up the hard length of his shlong with it. When this chab crawled onto the ottoman on his knees, Peter drew his legs up. he bit his lower lip as two of Paul’s fingers slid unfathomable inside his ass. When Paul added a third finger, Peter groaned softly. Paul pulled them out, and Peter felt the head of his pecker press against him. Paul grasped the backs of Peter’s thighs and poked in deep.

“Oh, fuck!” Peter felt like he was being stretched apart, but it was the majority exquisite ache this guy had ever experienced. Just like anything else about Paul Madison, his jock was larger than any Peter had ever taken before.

Once Paul was all the way inside him, Peter tried like hell to catch his breath. this chab looked up and met Paul’s gaze. Behind these pale eyes, this guy could watch Paul was holding off when all this chab truly wanted to do was to ram into him. With a slow nod from Peter, Paul did just that. Peter clutched the sheets on the bed taut as Paul thrust in unfathomable. each time Paul slammed into him, he’d pull Peter down against him. Peter panted and moaned, his head reeling from the intense mix of enjoyment and ache. he grabbed his own ramrod and started pumping his hand up and down the shaft, matching Paul’s rhythm.

“Fuck, yeah,” Paul growled. “Jerk your fucking wang. Come all over my chest.”

Peter groaned and sped up his strokes. When Paul’s grip on his thighs tightened, Peter aimed his knob at Paul’s chest. Seconds later, he discharged several ropes of come all over Paul’s skin. Paul growled and slammed into his a-hole one more time. Peter sucked in a deep breath and bucked up against him. When Paul was spent, he groaned and withdrew sluggishly. this chab snapped the rubber off, tossed it into the trashcan, and then stretched his pumped up body over Peter’s.

“Fuck,” this chab panted, “that was incredible.”

“No shit,” Peter whispered. this chab struggled to catch his breath, but gave up altogether when Paul kissed him. When the kiss ended, that guy couldn’t aid but laugh.

“What?”

Peter smiled. “I not at any time thought I’d make it with a fucking jock.”

Paul grinned and caught him in some other kiss. “I guess it’s true,” Paul whispered on his lips.

“What’s that?”

Paul chuckled. “It’s fate.”