Dan's flatmates didn't wait until I was gone to give him shit, though he was right, I did provide a buffer. There were five of them in total, two girls and three guys. Dan got me a beer as we joined them in the living room.
"This is Jack." Dan pulled out a chair for me. I felt all kinds of embarrassed, but luckily his flatmates were a lot more relaxed than mine would have been.
"Kind of young, even for you Dan." A guy with really long hair and a Death t-shirt was smoking on the couch grinning at me.
"Nice band." I nodded at him, ignoring the comment on my age. He seemed surprised.
"You into OSBM?" I shrugged and nodded. "You know Dan listens to punk don't you?" I didn't know that. I wrinkled my nose a little and looked at Dan who rolled his eyes.
"Don't fucking start you lot. Jack's nice, unlike you cunts. I don't need you corrupting him."
"Thats your job isn't it?" The blonde girl who had walked in earlier grinned.
"Punk?" I ignored them, looking at Dan. He shook his head.
"Look I was willing to overlook your fucking Bongzilla t-shirt but if you're really going to die on the metal is better than punk hill then you know where the door is." I stood as if to leave and waved wearily at Dan.
"Ok, well, see ya." His flatmates laughed as Dan caught my arm before I could leave.
"Sit down." He rolled his eyes and helped himself to his flatmates cigarettes, offering me one. I took it, like an idiot. I smoked occasionally when drunk but that was pretty rare. It was weird to be in a flat that smoked inside. Dan lit me up, and his hands clasped round mine felt nice. I glanced at him and he smiled a little, stroking my finger before he pulled away.
I had a sudden weird feeling that I was in way over my depth. I mean I'd come for a hookup. Why was I pretending I smoked to impress this guy I didn't fucking know who wanted to train me to sub for him? I mean, the answer was my dick. I knew that. We sat around talking for some time and I found myself having a great time. I was fresh out of high school and I'd only really been friends with the same crew for years now. It felt nice to realise I wasn't the only one who had a lot to learn about life, that everyone was struggling with their identity.
Dan had to remind me I'd planned on being back at mine for dinner, reluctantly, and offered to drive me home even. It was getting pretty cold. I shrugged and accepted.
We reached my place and he leant over, kissing me goodbye.
"Don't flake on me." He said. I shook my head.
"Do you know how hard it is to find a guy who will tell me what to do but still let me fuck him?" Dan grinned.
"As hard as it is to find a kid who could beat me up but still likes it when someone else is in charge?" I leaned in for another kiss. Match made in heaven.
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The guys were sitting around with beer, watching nothing in particular. Gus gave me a look when I came in. He raised his eyebrows at me.
"What?" He shrugged.
"Is that cum on your shirt?" He pointed and I looked down in horror, my face bright red. There was nothing there.
"You asshole." He grinned.
"Made you look." Mark and Robbo cracked up as I threw the nearest object at Gus. It was a book, and he just managed to avoid it. I rolled my eyes and cracked open a beer.
"Ha, ha."
"So where have you been?" Mark asked. I sipped on my beer. I mean, obviously not studying. Not at the gym. I tried to think of a lie.
"Sticking my dick down someone's throat." Mark rolled his eyes.
"Whatever."
"You're just jealous."
Mark half heartedly said something sarcastic back to me, but I wasn't paying too much attention. I realised as he spoke the way he was a little flushed, his eyes were locked on his black phone screen. Shit, he really was jealous. I resolved to take him to the gym with me, to build up his confidence. I wasn't even in his dating pool. There was really no need to be jealous. Mark was a good looking guy, he had a sort of hipster Jesus thing going on, if a bit of a beer gut, and maybe a little too much beard- although now I was looking at the beard it was kinda... I quickly looked away. Should probably not start the habit of checking out my straight flatmates, that would lead nowhere good fast. We ordered pizza and fucked around before I got on with my homework. I rubbed one out before I fell asleep, thinking of Keiran and his giant cock.
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It had been about three weeks since I'd fucked Keiran, and I thought about him everyday. I decided to visit him at school. I knew it was a dumb thing to do, but I couldn't help it. I was dumb, I knew that. I knocked on his door during office hours and he welcomed me in, looking down at a stack of paper on his desk. I shut the door behind me and he looked up. He looked furious as he realised it was me.
I involuntarily stepped back as I saw the wave of anger cross his face. He swallowed and composed himself.
"Jack. How can I help?" I sat opposite him cautiously.
"I'm having trouble with the course material." Keiran rolled his eyes.
"No you're not. And even if you were, you should talk to Dr Langdon about that, he's your professor."
"I work all his office hours. He said it would be ok to call in on you." Kieran shook his head, and the tiniest smile played at his mouth.
"What are you struggling with?" He asked. I sat forward and explained I couldn't grasp an economic model. He listened to me and shook his head.
"Nice try." He handed me a paper from his stack. It was my latest essay, marked by Dr Langdon, on this exact problem. Big fucking A in the corner. I bit my lip and shrugged.
"Anything else I can help you with?" I let the act drop.
"How about my fucking hard on?" Keiran sat back in his chair and looked me over. I was a little flushed, I really did have a hard on, and I'd come straight from the gym so my hair was still slightly damp. I was such a mess- but I knew by now that it was kind of hot in a very me way.. I sat a little straighter, maybe I flexed my pecs, just a tad. Keiran smiled, properly this time, as he looked me over.
"Try harder Jack, this isn't worth my job." I looked down at my knees. God that was hot. I glanced up at Keiran who looked... bored. I really would have to try harder. I sank to my knees.
"Please Keiran." He was definitely breathing heavier- although maybe that was the fact that the door was unlocked and anyone could walk in, and this would be a bit of a doozy to explain. I crawled towards him and rested my head on his knee. Without thinking he placed his hand in my hair, playing with it.
I moaned. It seemed to break the spell and Keiran shifted away from me.
