Jalen led me into his dorm room while insisting I stay quiet. He was wearing a shirt that read “Every Day is Hump Day in Aggieland.” I couldn’t help but smirk. The small, closet-lined hallway leading into the main area of shared room was as dark as the night sky. We took a small detour before getting into the living area toward the small bathroom area.
“My roommate is sleep,” he said with a devious grin on his face. I chuckled. It was a strange position to be in, but seeing as how I was on the extreme DL and didn’t have any space for this hookup to take place, I couldn’t complain. I knew what I was getting into before I arrived. And I knew what I wanted to get into.
If you had told me that I’d be at Texas A&M University having sex with a guy in his dorm room bathroom while his roommate was asleep mere feet away, I’d have told you that, as a good church boy, I’d never be so reckless. But here I was. In the thick of it.
Jalen turned the shower on in the bathroom to drown out the noise we were making. We both said silent prayers that his roommate wouldn’t wake up needing to alleviate himself. Jalen was a little timid, so I reached out and touched his arm gingerly. Once the proverbial ice was broken, he got into it. I yanked his shirt over his head before taking mine off. I took a moment to take in his body, specifically his chest. We began groping and kissing afterward. His lips were really soft and he was a great kisser. I was pleasantly surprised. His hands went to the zipper of my shorts. He finessed my budding erection out and gave it a few gentle strokes. We maneuvered so that he was in the small the wet room with his back toward the running shower. I stood in the doorway with my back towards the rest of the room to block the view, just in case his roommate decided to interrupt us. The last thing I needed was another church boy catching me with my penis in his roommate’s mouth. No sir.
Jalen got down on his knees, looking up at me. There was something about the way his eyes looked into mine while he was in such a submissive position that made me even hornier than I already was. He slowly took me into his mouth and I nearly lost it. His mouth was so wet. And warm. I wasn’t prepared for it. I’m not sure if it was because his mouth was really just that warm or if it was because it had been a while since I had an orgasm. At this point it really didn’t matter. I put my hand on the back of his head with the intention of guiding him, but it wasn’t necessary. The suction he was using was perfect. Every few down strokes he would stop and swirl his tongue on the underside of the head of my dick. My knees actually buckled a bit the first time he did it. I had to grab on to the door frame to support myself.
I’m not sure how I was able to keep quiet. My mouth was wide open for the duration. He didn’t slack at all, continuing his little tongue tricks that pushed me closer and closer to climax. I focused on everything but him, specifically his eyes. I knew once I saw those brown pools focusing on me, I would blow. I bit my bottom lip while he pleased me. I hadn’t felt this good in a long time. It was hard trying to do “right” in the eyes of God when your flesh craved another man’s touch. I was pulled back into the present by a familiar tingling sensation. He seemed to be able to sense I was approaching the point of no return. He increased the suction and that was all it took. I moaned, not caring how loud I was. He pulled away just in time to avoid me spraying in his mouth. My seed spilled onto the floor instead. I used the majority of my strength to hold myself up so I wouldn’t fall. Once I came down from my high, guilt immediately set in. I began to panic. I took a few steps back and re-sheathed myself. I tried to keep as calm as possible so Jalen wouldn’t notice my anxiety. Luckily, he didn’t seem too concerned with reciprocation. I wiped my brow before I put my shirt back on. Jalen did the same. He poked his head into his room to make sure his roommate was still asleep. We both sighed in relief that he was. He had a smirk on his face as he ushered me towards the door.
“You good?” I felt obligated to ask. “Yep,” he responded. “I’m good.”
He opened the door and I walked through. “Thanks, Ron,” he said. I smiled as I walked away, while on the inside I was on the verge of a mental and spiritual breakdown. But I can’t deny it was some good head.
© 2016 T.J. Clayton