Unbelievable story. I can't even believe it moved me enough to comment. I usually only browse these blogs and look at pictures vicariously living through you guy's experiences without ever leaving a trace.Hey guys, thank you so much for enjoying my stories so far. The reason why I have been waiting this long to post this part is it is still hard for me to process and verbalize everything that happened. That being said, this will be my last story with Mike, until there is further update.
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Mike and I continued hanging out and fucking throughout the rest of finals week, sometimes with Larry too. It was an unspoken thing between us that both Mike and I wanted to spend as much time together as possible as we were parting to different paths in life.
Graduation weekend was supposed to be fun for every senior as my school threw a lot of stuff for graduating seniors and their families to do. Plus, people were partying like there was no tomorrow just to get the last part of the college experience. For me, it was not so fun as I was getting COVID so I was barred from most activities (and my conscience wouldn’t allow me to go out either), and my family couldn’t come for my graduation as the international flights from my country to the States were crazily expensive. So my last few days were very anti-climatic. However, one good thing about not having a busy graduation weekend and being occupied with family and friends was that I got to spend more time with Mike (he was 100% comfortable around my COVID ass as he already got it a few weeks before).
On one rare occasion we were not together, I was hanging out with Nick, who was the frat’s president, my best friend in the frat, and also in quarantine for COVID. We were just watching some random stuff on TV and talking about random things about our previous 4 years at school, then Nick dropped the question.
“So, what are you gonna do about it?” Nick asked.
“What do you mean?” I was caught off guard and confused about his question.
“You know what I mean. You and Mike. What are you planning to do about whatever you are with him right now?” Nick made himself clearer.
“To be honest, I don’t know, bro,” I said. “We haven’t really talked about it. I mean what can we do about it? Mike is moving back to California for good and I still don’t know where I’ll be next year (still applying for jobs). And this has just been a thing like over a week and we’re graduating in a few days.”
"I guess that makes sense. I just don’t want either of you to get hurt.” Nick said.
“Thanks, bro.” I responded. “I really appreciate it.”
“You know he likes you, right? Like really likes you.” Nick said, and he continued as I went silent. “I’m your best friend here, Atticus, and I want the best for you, and him, of course. I’ve seen the way Mike looks at you the past few days. I’ve never seen him look any girl here that way, not even that bitch Alyssa (Mike’s shitty ex who everyone hates).”
“Ok, so what if it’s true, then what next? I barely knew the guy before last Friday, and we’re leaving in less than 48 hours.” I told Nick.
“What happens next is up to you, bro. All I’m saying is he really likes you and I know you like him a lot too. As much as you always try to act cool and calm, as your best friend, I can tell that I haven’t seen you this happy and comfortable around a guy for a while.” Nick said.
I didn’t respond to Nick. We just casually dropped the topic right there, switched our topics of conversation to other random things, and continued watching TV. A few hours later, some frat brothers who were still around joined us, and then Mike walked in with a few guys in his pledge class with pizza and booze. Mike was sitting next to me as we were hanging out, and at one point, he had his arm around me and just casually caressed my hair and shoulder. This was the most obviously intimate thing we’d done in the presence of other brothers. Everyone noticed it, but nobody said anything. For me, for the whole time, it just felt right being in his arm slightly leaning my head against his shoulder.
We left the small crowd at around 12ish am as commencement was the next morning. As we closed the door of my room, I said:
“I don’t want to fuck tonight.”
“Oh, ok…” Mike seemed kinda confused. That was the first time I said no to sex with him ever since we hooked up “Do you want me to leave then?”
“No, stay. I want you to be here tonight. I just don’t want to fuck, that’s all.” I told him.
So we stripped to our underwear and climbed onto my bed. Without sex, it was awkward. We were lying next to each other just in our underwear but we did not really touch, and nobody said anything.
“Hey, spoon me!” I broke the silence as I rolled to the side.
Mike quietly followed my request. He wrapped his arms around me, one under and one over, and pulled me in. I could feel the heat of his body, his lean torso, his muscular arms, and his calm hot breath behind me. It was peaceful.
“I’ll miss this when I go back to California.” Mike finally spoke out, and gently kissed my nape.
“I’ll miss this, too,” I said, holding his hands and kissing them.
I rolled back to face him. Under the dim street light outside of my window, I could see his face, angular, with a strong jawline and thin lips. His eyes, piercing blue yet warm and gentle, like a clear summer sky, staring at me and into my soul. I placed my hand on his face, caressed his smooth skin, and leaned in for a kiss. We made out, not in an animalistic nor sexual way, but gently and passionately. I didn’t want this to end, and I knew he felt the same way, too. While our lips and tongues danced, I felt his body as he felt mine. His smooth pale skin, his skinny yet muscular torso, his abs, his chest, his back, I loved everything about him. At one point, I fell asleep on his chest as Mike wrapped his arms around me.
Commencement was the next morning. It was emotional, but I don’t want to bore you with all the sobby details of me saying goodbyes to friends and professors. After taking like thousands of pictures and saying goodbyes to people, I went back to the frat house to finish packing my last few stuff and get ready for my ride to the Airbnb near the airport. I was sharing an Airbnb with couple friends, and Mike joined us last minute as he rescheduled his flight to be after commencement. After talking with the other people and agreeing to pay more, we got a room for ourselves.
After getting food for dinner and watching a movie together with others, Mike and I left to our room with the excuse that I need to go to bed early to catch my flight super early in the morning. The truth was we didn’t sleep much that night. As soon as we closed the door, we locked lips and bodies, quickly helping each other strip. I began to kneel down and sucked on Mike’s manhood, the full 7.5 inches of it. I sucked on the head, played with his ass, licked the shaft, pressed my finger on his pucker, sucked on the balls, rubbed the hungry pucker aggressively, deepthroated his cock, and fingerfucked his hole.
“Fuck, stop, stop.” Mike moaned and pushed me out of his cock and ass. “I don’t want to cum yet.”
Then he threw me on the bed and began to give me the same treatment that I gave him a few minutes ago. I was in heaven. Mike then positioned himself so that we could 69, and we both attacked each other’s raging cocks and hungry assholes. As I was eating and fucking his pucker with my tongue while Mike pushed his ass out as hard as possible for me to get as deep as I could, he said the two magical words:
“Fuck me!”
Positioning him on all fours, I grabbed the bottle of lube and lubed his ass with my dick up. Lining my throbbing dick against his ass, I pushed in. Since I was not the hungest guy in the room with only 5.5 inches, I bottomed out in Mike in one go. Then I fucked him hard, alternating between short fast strokes and long dicking. Our room was filled with testosterone, sex, and guy sweat, and the smell was intoxicating. “Harder!” “Harder!” “Fuck yeah, right there!” Mike was moaning as I poked his gut and hit his prostate.
As I was about to cum, I pulled out and told him the same two magical words:
“Fuck me!”
Mike got up and flipped me on my back. He ate my ass for a bit then lubed it up. Since he had been fucking me every day for the past week, it also took Mike one go to completely ball deep in me. Mike began to move. He was teasing me at first with short and slow strokes, which still felt good but left me frustrated as they were not enough.
“Stop fucking around, bro! Fuck me harder!” I said.
“Oh yeah, my boy wants it harder?” Mike teased me, and he began to pick up the pace.
Within a minute, he got me moaning nonstop with his powerful thrusts and alternating strokes. Every time he scraped my prostate with his thick long cock, it sent electricity throughout my body and made me yelp. “Right there!” “Fuck yeah!” “This feels so good.” I moaned while leaking a small pool of precum on my belly.
“I’m gonna cum!” Mike moaned as he increased his pace.
“Fucking cum in my pussy! Load it up! Breed it!” I said as my hole was getting abused so well by Mike’s powerful strokes.
“FUCK!!! I’M CUMMINGG!” Mike collapsed on my body and he pushed his dick as deep into my gut as possible, depositing his essence in me.
As he pulled out of me and was about to felch on my freshly bred hole, I stopped him.
“Don’t! Tonight I want to keep your load there as long as possible!” I said.
“Ok, big boy!” He grinned and pulled me in for a hug. We made out gently. I reached my hand to his dick to give it a few strokes, and it got hard again.
“Next round?” I winked at him.
“How can I say no to that?” Mike smirked.
As he was lying down, I began to suck on his semi-hard dick to get it ready, tasting cum, lube, and my own ass juice. Then I stood over him, lined it up again my pussy, and sat on it. We let out a long moan as I felt his bush and balls against my ass cheeks. I began to ride him, and at some point, Mike was thrusting up to meet my ass fucking itself down in his fuck pole. Then Mike pulled out, pushed my face down on the mattress, lifted my ass up, and began assaulting my ass from behind with his stallion stamina. He unloaded in me again and collapsed on my back. I had to clamp my ass as soon as he pulled out to not let any cum leak out.
Mike was still on top of me as both of us were still panting from the fuck.
“I couldn’t get enough of your pussy, Atticus,” Mike said.
“And I’ll miss that cock in me, stud,” I responded.
Mike grabbed my cock, which was still rock hard, and said: “Want to fuck me?”
“Sure, just give me a minute to catch my breath,” I told him.
Then I made Mike lie on his back and began to fuck him with one of his legs on my shoulders. Mike pulled me in for a kiss, and we made out while I continued pumping his ass. I didn’t assault his ass but only fucked him slow, deep, yet hard enough as our faces were inches from each other. I looked at my blonde stud, a supposedly straight guy who is half a foot taller than me yet is now under me and making the sexiest face as I fucked him. His angular face, his strong jawline, his piercing blue eyes, his thin lips, at that moment he was the most beautiful man I’d known. And his face, the expression on his face was more than lust and desire, it was something much deeper and more passionate. And I think Mike also saw the same expression on my face, and what I said next melted my heart:
“Make love to me, babe.”
We kissed again, not a lustful animalistic kiss but a deep kiss that lovers share when they made love to each other. As I continued making love to Mike while our lips and tongue danced, I began to feel the orgasm building up. I increased the pace, and within a few minutes I unloaded deep in Mike, and we both groaned in pleasure.
I still lay on top of him as we embraced each other in bed. I was stroking and caressing his hair while Mike was feeling my back. And suddenly, he cried.
“Fuck, I don’t want to say goodbye to you.” His voice broke as he cried.
“It will be ok, dude.” I calmed him down while trying not to burst into tears myself.
“You are the best thing that happens to me during my year here,” Mike said as I let go of him and lied next to him, both of us facing each other. “It’s been a very hard year for me, but you made it easier for me.”
“I really appreciate it, Mike.” I said and I kissed him.
“I’m so mad we didn’t know each other earlier,” Mike said. "Like actually got to know each other."
“I know…” I responded to him, my head was full of the vision of what would happen if this happened earlier and not on the last week of the semester.
We talked and poured our hearts out for each other. And at one point, Mike said the three words that I would never forget:
“I love you!”
I was silent for a few moments, thinking of how to respond. Do I want to brush it off, along with my feelings for him, or do I want to be completely honest with him and let him know my true feelings even though it was very likely that we wouldn't go anywhere after this? And I decided to go for the second choice:
“I love you, too, Mike!” I told him. I never said this to any guy before, and I never thought I would say this to a “straight” guy with who I just hooked up more than a week ago. “Fuck, why the hell I’m falling for this guy? This is supposed to be just a hookup.” I thought to myself, and silently cried.
We hugged each other tightly, wanting to feel each other’s naked bodies as long as possible as within the next 6 hours our paths will separate, maybe forever. The rest of our night was just talking, and cuddling, and we made love a few more times, mostly of him being the top as I wanted as much of him in me as possible.
We finally dazed out at some point. The next morning, I woke up and got myself ready to go to the airport. Though Mike’s flight was later at night, he insisted on going with me to the airport. We held hands yet didn’t talk at all in our Uber. As we got to the airport and after I checked in, I sat next to him on the bench before going into customs.
“Don’t be sad. We’ll definitely keep in touch over the summer. And I will come and visit you during fall break.” I grabbed his hands.
“Promise me you will.” He showed me his pinky.
"I promise," I said and made a pinky promise with him. And I pulled him in for a kiss.
We talked, then he walked with we to the line at customs. We kissed again before I joined the line of people. Mike was still standing there looking at me. Before I disappeared out of his sight to the other side of the airport, I looked at him, held my tears, gave him a nod with a sad smile, and continued walking.
i am 33 now and have never even remotely thought about taking a step towards my true sexuality until recently because it's getting tougher and tougher to suppress.
i have longed to have sex with and the feelings towards a guy you are describing. I obviously have had strong feelings for guys before, but was never able to show them or have them reciprocated.
your story is so beautiful, but yet fills my heart with lots of pain and regret.
