Dawson in College

This story is fictional. Just a note. Enjoy!

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It was the first semester of college, at a party no less, when I got to know Gabe. Gabe was tall and shy, with messy black-brown hair and a crooked grin. He wasn't chiseled by any means, or refined in any way. He was cute, though. He was a freshman, like me, but unlike me, he was straight as an arrow. Nonetheless, I lusted after him like I always had lusted after my straight guy friends. I don't think it was ever a conscious decision on my part. Usually I would meet a guy that I kind of liked because he was funny or entertaining and he usually turned out to be straight. Eventually, somehow, they became my friends. Normally they all knew I was gay from the minute they met me. It didn't take a complicated calculation to find that out, especially once I got a few drinks into my body. Gabe, though, didn't know I was gay.

I had met Gabe in a required course for students at my college. We both thought it was boring, and so that was how we started talking in class. We would make fun of our professor who always gave out extensive reading assignments and even more extensive writing assignments. Anyways, so there we both were, at a fraternity party, stuck in a corner talking because our group had left us, and neither of us were big on socializing. So we talked. We talked mostly about our boring classes, our boring teachers, and of course, our boring sex lives. At college I had expected to be fucking every frat boy in sight by now, and Gabe had expected to be getting laid or at least having a steady girlfriend by then. Both of us, as it seemed, were out of luck. Naturally, we drank about it.

"So, I almost got laid the other night." he told me after our fourth shot of tequila. By now we were both pretty loose.

"Oh really, what was her name?" I asked.

"Leila. She's a sorority girl down the street."

"Oh, girl next door type? Or Playboy type?" I asked.

"Both?"

We laughed at this. We always rated girls between girl next door and Playboy model types.

"So what happened?" I asked.

"Well . . . she kind of . . . " he stopped and looked leery to continue.

"What? You can trust me man, I'm not going to say anything. Plus, I probably won't even meet her ever."

He sighed, took a drink of his mixer, and looked at me.

"She puked on me."

I stood there stone faced for a minute and then burst out laughing to the point I thought my gut would explode.

"Are you kidding me, man?" I asked through laughing tears.

"No, I'm not." He looked pretty beat up about it.

"Oh don't worry, man, happens to the best of us. I shouldn't even be laughing. It's happened to me before." I replied.

"Oh really? Some girl try sucking your dick and she throw up on you before?"

Here came the difficult part.

"Well . . . some guy, actually." I said.

The metaphorical ball dropped with a thud to the floor. Gabe just looked at me. He seemed taken aback by the response but just stood there and laughed it off with an "Oh, okay!" kind of comment. Most guys did that when you told them that kind of thing. Even in a crowded room. Well, especially in a crowded room.

We kept talking about this and that as the frat party raged on. Two guys had already thrown up from a keg-stand and at least five sorority girls ran past us to the bathroom to throw up any jello-shots they had consumed. It was a real college party.

Gabe and I fell silent after awhile and just kind of drank the night away. That is, until the party got busted up by our Campus Police. Gabe and I had narrowly escaped being held for breathalyzer tests by escaping out the back door and running as far as we could.

"Holy...shit...man!" I huffed at Gabe.

"I...know!" He huffed back.

We caught our breath and walked around the streets of White Plains, the definition of a shit college town. It was a town in the middle of nowhere, but the college itself was probably one of the best someone in our state could hope to go to. Unfortunately, the town lacked, and many of the houses were old and empty or held the lower-middle class. Before long we started to sober up a little bit, especially once the temperature cooled down.

"Man, I'm freezing." I said.

"Me too." Gabe replied. "Are you still drunk?"

"A little bit. I just want to go back and crash."

"Same here. Let's start walking. Mind if I crash in your room? I have a roommate and you have a single, don't you?"

"Uh, yeah, sure."

And so that's what we did. We walked back toward campus and found ourselves at my dorm. After trying to use my debit card as my ID card four times, we got inside my dormitory and walked the three flights of stairs to my small single room.

"Sorry it's kind of a mess." I said.

"No worries."

Once inside my room we kicked off our shoes and sat on my bed, realizing quickly that we were both wide awake.

"So...uh... this is nice." Gabe said, eyeing over my old movie posters and bookshelf filled with my favorite classics.

"Uh, thanks." I laughed, scratching the back of my head and leaning back against the wall. "So... I guess I should sleep on the floor since you're my guest, huh?"

"Oh, uh, no, that's okay. I'll take the floor."

I got up and pulled out a sleeping bag from under my bed I had used for camping with the environmental club a few weeks back and put it on the floor with a pillow for Gabe. He sat on my bed and watched me while I did it.

"Thanks, man, you didn't have to make the bed for me."

"Nah, it's okay, you're my guest, after all."

We stared at each other awkwardly, both kind of wondering what to do next. The room felt awkward; off.

"Uh, do you mind if I sleep naked?" he asked.

"Uh, no, that's okay. I was actually about to ask you if it was okay that I slept nude..." I replied.

"Sure, go ahead." He stared at me.

"Are you gonna turn around or watch?" I joked.

"I don't know yet. Which would you prefer? I mean, we're both guys here."

I went silent. Was he coming onto me? Or was he just drunk? It didn't really matter to me. Like he said, we were both guys. I decided to take a shot. I turned around and undressed.

"Why'd you turn around?" Gabe asked from behind me. I could tell he was still on the bed.

"Uh... I just figured... you didn't want to look at me full-frontal, ya know?"

He laughed.

"Turn around and look at me while you do it."

My face flushed. What?

My heart dropped, but I turned around and took my shirt off. I stared into Gabes dark green eyes, stone faced and silent, and unbuckled my belt, took off my pants, took of my socks, and then finally pulled my underwear down. Gabe looked me up and down, over every inch of my body, and smirked. He stood up from my bed and took his shirt off, then everything else as he walked towards me. Once he got barely a few inches away he peeled his boxer briefs off and smiled at me.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Gabe asked back, still smiling. "We're just getting ready for bed."

He leaned forward until our cheeks were close together and he blew into my ear.

"You know what I usually do before bed?" he blew into my ear.

"Uh, no, I don't." I replied, nervous, especially since my dick had started to harden substantially.

"I love to jerk myself off before bed. Every night. It makes me tired and feel good. And it helps me when I have a headache." He rubbed his cheek against mine, our light young stubbles catching on each other. "Do you ever jerk yourself off before bed?"

"Uh . . . Yes." I replied.

He kept rubbing our cheeks together, his black-brown hair and my light brown hair tangling together. He moved closer and our chests touched, my chest hair rubbing over his soft skin. He obviously shaved a lot.

"Wanna jerk each other off?" he said.

"What? Gabe, I thought you were straight." I said as rubbed his cock against mine, moving closer and whispering in my ear.

"That doesn't mean I can't . . . what's the word? Experiment?" He chuckled. "I'm kind of horny and drunk and I want to experiment."

At that point he grabbed a hold of my dick and started jerking it. I was at full mast by then, ready to sail forward into uncharted territory. I said Screw It to myself and pulled his face from rubbing against my cheek and kissed him hard on the mouth. He liked that, at least I could assume by the way he started jerking me harder.

I grabbed hold of his own growing cock and jerked it a few times, kissing him hard and with tongue, before moving to his neck. I nipped and sucked at the flesh along his jawline and down his neck to his collarbone. Then I turned him around pushed him down onto my bed. I kissed down his neck and straddled him before moving down and getting on my knees in front of his cock. I licked my lips and then dove down to suck on the head of his cock sloppily. His pubes were nicely trimmed, his cock nice and veiny. It was average, but it was nice and hard.

Gabe moaned low in his chest so many times I thought my neighbors would hear. At this point, I didn't care. I just wanted to suck Gabes cock like no there was no tomorrow. I think he could tell.

"Oh god, Dawson, oh yeah. Suck it just like that. Oh god. Keep going."

Just the way he said my name drove me crazy. I felt harder than I thought I could ever be and I jerked myself a couple of times to alleviate the pressure of pre-cum building up. That only made me hungrier.

I stopped sucking only when I couldn't breathe, but I was pretty experienced and that happened only every so often that I came up for air. When I finally did come up for an extended time to catch my breath, Gabe smiled at me between his long legs and tousled my hair, massaging my scalp.

"Can I fuck you?" He asked, licking his lips.

I grinned and looked up at him, nodding yes.

"Let me just grab a condom for you." I said and pulled away and walked to my dresser. I opened the sock drawer and pulled out lube and a condom.

"It's been awhile, so be careful. Just let me tell you what to do and when, okay?" I said.

"Okay." He replied, getting up to kiss me and push me down onto the bed.

I put a pillow under me and spread my legs out, sheets be damned.

"Now, you need to finger me a bit with some lube on them." I said spreading my ass cheeks apart.

He smirked at me and moved forward, squirting lube onto his first two fingers and rubbing them on my hole. Then he gently pushed them into me.

"Slowly." I urged, trying to open up to him.

Before long he got down to the knuckles and started twisting around and thrusting in and out, a rhythm developing between my anal muscles and his ministrations. That's when he put in a third finger. It felt like I was burning down there, but it soon went away and he continued. Before long my ass adjusted and I nodded at him. Gabe kissed me and then pulled his fingers out, tearing the condom wrapper open, and putting the condom on slowly. He jerked himself a few times to stay hard and then he pushed it up against my hole. I bit my lower lip and felt his cocked push through, stinging. It always hurt, but once it got going, it felt good.

I nodded at him and told him to keep going. Before long his entire cock was buried in my tight ass.

"Now, fuck me." I replied.

He moved in and out slowly at first, but before I knew it he was pounding in and out of my ass, both arms on either side of me as he kissed me and fucked me into my bed. I moaned and growled in pain for awhile but then the pleasure started once he hit my prostate. He hit that a few more times, fucking me hard, then slow, hard, then slow.

"Mmmmm yeah, Gabe, yeah. Fuck me." I moaned.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum, Dawson. Where do you want it?" He moaned back.

"Cum on me. On my chest and stomach." I replied.

He smiled and thrust in and out a few times before pulling out again, pulling the condom off, and jerking himself off over me. As he jerked himself off I jerked myself off and we exploded one after the other, moaning worn out.

I pulled his face down and kissed him hard, sucking his lower lip and biting it in my mouth.

"Now, let's go to sleep." I said, smirking. "And you can sleep in the bed with me."

"That's fine by me." he said and climbed in.

I got up, turned the light off, and fell asleep next to Gabe. It was going to be a great Freshman Year.