Brief summary: Cale, the shy and sensitive sweetheart, met the lovable goofball, Brady, as dorm neighbors, and they quickly fell for each other, becoming one another’s first gay relationship. Now it’s time to head back to school for the next semester.
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Part 67
Saying goodbye to Brady again was tough. I drove back up to Coldwell on a dreary, overcast day, after a hug that lasted about five minutes longer than planned. And not only was I sad, but I was also starting to panic about the a fact that I was changing my major in the middle of my junior year.
When I got back to my family’s house, I tried to play happy, but my mind was preoccupied with wondering if I’d made the right choice. I’d waited so long that it felt foolish to try.
But I remembered that Brady may not finish on time either, having transferred schools. So, maybe, it would all work out. Even if it didn’t, I wasn’t alone.
The twins had to go back to school a few days before I did, which ground their gears like nothing else. But, being the best big brother ever, I offered to drive them to and from school for those few days after the new year.
But soon, it was time to head back to school. The dorms opened up a few days before the new semester began, allowing everyone the chance to move back in. My new schedule had me all over campus again, but in a few of the same buildings. Brady and I hadn’t had much of a chance to truly compare schedules, but we made each other a deal that we’d walk across campus together the day before classes resumed and find everything.
As I headed down in my car, three days before the new semester began, it snowed. My car didn’t love winter driving, and as the wind picked up, I found myself driving in whiteout conditions. The fact that it was midday almost made it worse, like a wall of white in every direction. It was really isolating, actually, and I wished Brady was there.
But as I drove at a crawling pace down the semi-treacherous freeway, I remembered that it was him I’d be seeing as soon as I arrived. He was supposed to get there an hour before me, but with the weather on my end, I realized it would be longer.
So I decided to call him and put him on speakerphone.
“Hello?” He answered, my phone sitting in my lap. “Are you okay, babe?”
“I’m fine,” I replied quickly. “Roads are shit, though, so I’m going really slow.”
“I’m about halfway there,” Brady said. “But if it’s safer, babe, you can go back up to your house, and then you can come when the weather’s better.”
No, I thought. I’d rather slide into a ditch than go another night apart.
Which was dramatic, of course.
“I’ll be okay,” I assured both of us. “I’ll just take my time. Is it okay if we stay on the phone for a while?”
“Of course, lover,” he replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I’d say we can talk until you get to school, but I’m probably gonna want to catch up with Som.”
So we caught up, only having been apart for a few days, and just talking with him calmed my driving anxiety. And eventually, the weather cleared up a bit, and I was able to drive at a speed that didn’t resemble that of a snail on a sloth’s back.
“Alright, babe,” he said after a while. “I’m just getting parked. I’d keep talking to you on the walk, but have to carry all my shit from the lot, and I really don’t want to take more than one or two trips.”
“Shit,” I groaned. “I didn’t even think about that. That ice cream maker isn’t too heavy, is it?”
“Oh, I’m fully planning on meeting you at the parking lot. Or, maybe you could swing by the dorms and pick me up, and I’ll help you with your stuff. Or!” He sounded excited. “You just sit in your car, and I’ll carry all your stuff in.”
“Brady, I wouldn’t make you do that.” At the same time, the parking police were quite fierce on campus, and if I were to step out of my car, too, in the small lot by our dorm, I’d get a pricey ticket in less than a minute.
“Nah, it’s fine, babe! So that’s what we’ll do. Call me when you’re close, and I’ll load your stuff into your room, and then I’ll ride with you to the big lot, and we’ll walk back!” I could hear him shuffling with stuff in his car as he readied himself for the trip. So I agreed to his very sweet plan, and we said goodbye. I quickly called my parents, too, to update them on the trip. My mom fretted, but I assured her I’d be safe.
As I drove more, the sun got lower in the sky. And then, when I was about ten minutes north of campus, there came another line of dark clouds, and those dark clouds brought heavy, wet snow that stuck to itself like Velcro, stacking and clinging to my windshield no matter how fast they whipped back and forth.
I felt my anxiety start to spike again, knowing my old car wasn’t the best-equipped for a drive like this. But in my head, I repeated, I’m almost there. Just a little bit farther.
But suddenly a truck whooshed by me in the left lane, splattering thick slush across my entire car. The wind from its sheer size was enough to knock me off course, just slightly, and I started to slide. Fortunately, being from a small town in the heart of a snow-belt, I knew to take my foot off the brake and the accelerator and steer into the direction my car was facing to regain some traction. And I had lowered my speed plenty, but even so, I slid off the road into the snow.
My heart was racing, and I watched through the slush on my windshield as the red taillights of the truck slipped off into the distance without a care.
I tried to reverse, by my tires spun out. I tried to rock back and forth to gain traction, but it wasn’t enough with all of the stuff scattered throughout my car. So I felt truly stuck, so close to home. To Brady.
My first urge was to call my parents, but I didn’t want them to panic. I knew I had insurance that might cover a tow truck, and I certainly didn’t want to involve the police. So I called the person who made me feel safe.
“Babe?” Brady answered. My hands were still shaking. “Are you here?”
“N-no,” I stuttered as the adrenaline rush kicked in. “I slid off the road. I’m fine, but I’m stuck. I don’t know what to do.”
“Holy shit, hold on.” And in seconds, I could hear wind, as though he were standing in front of a fan. “Are you sure you’re okay? And is your car okay?”
“I’m fine, babe,” I repeated. “I promise. And I think the car’s fine, too. Just stuck in the snow.”
“You sit tight. I’m coming for you. Are you sure you’re okay?” His voice sounded strained. Was he really coming?
“I can just call a tow truck,” I said, trying to be more rational.
“No, babe. I’ll come to you. And then if we can’t get you out, we’ll call a tow. Okay?”
“Okay,” I replied. So I told him which overpass I could see, which mile marker was closest, to best pinpoint my location. I could hear wind again, and I realized he was running all the way to his car. It was a walk that usually took fifteen to twenty minutes, sometimes longer.
But after just a few minutes of panting, he said, “Okay, I just got to my car.” I gasped.
“Brady,” I said, my mouth agape.
“You stay right there. I’m coming. Just stay there. If anyone pulls over to help, you just tell ‘em thanks, but help is on the way.” He took a moment to catch his breath, sniffling and coughing from the cold air. “I’m gonna hang up so I can focus on the road, but I’m coming, baby. I love you.”
“I love you,” I said. “I’m okay, okay?”
“Okay,” he whispered as he hung up.
So I waited as the day turned to late evening. But within just a few minutes, a pair of headlights came behind me, and I looked in my mirror to see Brady walking up to me.
I got out and he grabbed me tighter than he ever had.
“Fuck,” he said, suddenly shaking. I pulled away and realized he was crying. “I was so fucking scared.”
“Babe…” I felt guilty. “I told you, I’m okay!”
“I know, but it’s still scary.” He wiped his eyes on his black gloves. “But let’s get you back on the road.”
So he pulled from the trunk of his car a bag of cat litter. I’d teased him about having it in there during the non-winter months, but he always claimed he’d forget it if he ever needed it. And here I was, the one who needed it. He poured it around all of my tires and instructed me to put it in reverse. He went to the front of my car and we coordinated it so he pushed as I hit the gas.
At first, it started to spin out again, so Brady held a hand up and poured the rest of the cat litter under the tire that had done the spinning. Then, we counted back from three, and, miraculously, my car budged back. I took my foot off the gas almost instantly, or else I would have backed right into Brady’s car. But now mine was out of the snow and on the shoulder.
Brady pumped his arms in the air, cheering. I got out and hugged him again.
“You’re my fucking hero, Brady,” I said in earnest. Before meeting him, I would have been out of luck.
“I’d move mountains for you, babe. This was nothing.” He pecked my cheek as a car slowly passed us.
So he drove, very slowly, in front of me, and we ended up just carrying all of my stuff between the two of us back from the lot. I told my parents a brief synopsis, not trying to worry anyone, and then Brady and I walked into my room.
It felt like a blast from the past, strangely. A time capsule of the love we’d created together in there. I plugged everything back in, and Brady helped me make my bed. For the time being, I decided to leave most of my stuff as it was other than bare necessities, and I walked with Brady to his room to catch up with Som.
He and his girlfriend had traveled around the state, but they’d settled back in on campus for the last few weeks. Brady joked that the two of them probably quite enjoyed having the place to themselves, and Som joked right back that Brady spent so much time with me that Som was already used to having the room to himself.
And then as Brady and I walked back to my room, Antony came out of the bathroom. He broke into a huge grin, hugging us both really tight.
“Oh, my god, I missed you guys!”
“Do you want to come hang out?” I asked. “Felix can come, too, if he wants.”
“He doesn’t get back ‘til tomorrow,” sighed Antony as we walked to my room. I warned him that it was a bit of a mess, but we managed to make it work, getting comfortable. Although we didn’t have any drinks, we still just had a nice time catching up.
“I got a job bartending at this old restaurant in my hometown. I’m surprised they hired me, since they knew I was going back to school. But I think their other bartender just wanted time off for the winter.” He chuckled. “They said I can come back any weekend to pick up shifts. You guys should come if you’re ever down that way!”
Antony lived in Ohio, not terribly far from school, but it would definitely be a trip.
Antony asked if we’d gotten to see each other. So we both got a little red in the face as we remembered everything we’d done.
“All Felix and I could do was send pictures and videos. So I’m definitely jealous, and a bit backed up, honestly.” I noticed him grab himself, rather low down his pant leg. “I don’t know how or where, but me and Felix are gonna have to find somewhere to be alone, you know?”
Brady chuckled next to me. “I mean, it isn’t my room, but…” He looked at me.
“Yeah, if you guys wanna come here, that’s fine.”
“Word? Oh, my god, that’s so cool of you guys.” He immediately whipped out his phone and started typing. “It’s funny,” he said softly. “You go so much of your life without sex, really, but then once you do it with someone really special, it’s like… It’s like another basic need, you know?”
“Ha!” I laughed. “You’re telling me. I wasn’t typically a super horny person, but now it’s like I’m insatiable!”
Brady, next to me on the bed, squeezed my thigh. And in that moment, I realized how badly my body wanted him. How many days it had been since we’d touched each other.
Biology took over, and I got hard in my sweatpants. I could hear nothing but my heartbeat in my ears, even though I could see Brady and Antony talking. Brady’s hand on my thigh was radiating heat, or maybe I was, and suddenly he squeezed me.
“Babe?” Everything came back into focus, and I could hear the room again.
“What?” It was like I’d passed out and come to.
“Antony asked us a question.” Then he cocked his head and asked, quieter, “You okay?”
“Yeah, sorry,” I huffed, shaking my head like a wet dog. “Kinda zoned out, I guess. What did you say, Antony?”
“I asked if it would be okay if I video-called Felix to solidify some plans for tomorrow.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s fine!” And so he did, and he propped his phone up on my desk to give Felix a view of the room.
And when he picked up, we got caught up. Felix was bored at home, alone in his bedroom. He lamented he’d much rather be here, but he expressed excitement over the coming day.
“Are you guys sure it’s okay?” He asked.
“Of course,” I assured everyone. “Who am I to deny you guys a nut?”
But what about mine? My body was practically screaming for him, for release, and after a stressful and long drive, that was exactly what I needed.
“Speaking of,” Felix said, suddenly proving he and Antony were more alike than I realized, “did you guys get to see each other? I don’t think I’ve been this horny in… like, ever.”
“We did,” Brady smiled. “Quite a few times, and in some fun places.”
“Ugh, jealous,” Felix whined. “Spill! I wanna hear something. And knowing Antony, he does, too.” He paused, then, perhaps afraid his horny-brained request was pushing the boundaries, added, “If you want.”
“Hell yeah!” I grinned. “Uhh, I gave Brady a handjob on a ski lift on New Year’s Eve.”
Brady squeezed my thigh again before inching it closer to my dick. He chimed in, saying, “I’d consider it head. I mean, most of it was a handy, but that’s not how it finished.”
“Are you kidding? That’s so hot,” Antony groaned, squeezing himself through his pants. Meanwhile, Brady’s hand was getting closer and closer as he leaned toward me a bit.
“Say more,” Felix requested. “How did it happen?”
So we relayed the events, and then we told them about nearly getting caught by my dad.
“He definitely knew,” Felix laughed. “Damn. You’ve got a cool dad.”
I smiled. He was right—probably about both of those things.
Suddenly I noticed Brady’s other hand slide into his sweatpants, just as his fingertips grazed the head of my cock.
“I’m gonna have to go home and rub one out,” Antony said, flustered. “But my roommate is definitely home… Maybe the bathroom.”
“Aw, baby,” I heard Felix whine. “Not the bathroom. I wanna do it together.”
“Just do it here,” I blurted. Perhaps I was the one letting my horny-brained thoughts win.
“Really?” Antony looked right at me.
Brady’s hand engulfed my cock, over my sweatpants, and I just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Are you okay with that?” I asked Brady.
“I mean, it’s not the first time.” He winked with a huge, dimply grin. And in seconds, he lifted his ass off the bed and slid his sweatpants down to his ankles. And there was that glorious cock I loved so much.
I took that opportunity to slide my pants off, too, and I could see Felix moving on the screen as he and Antony both did the same. I couldn’t help but marvel at the massive cock on him before he sat down in my chair, and he was at full-mast.
Brady leaned down to my cock, almost taking it in his mouth. I could feel the heat from his breath, but then he looked up toward Antony’s phone.
“No screen recording!” Then he started laughing.
“I wouldn’t!” Felix replied. “I swear.”
“I’m just kidding, dude,” Brady replied, and then he swallowed half of my length down in one second. I shook as a jolt of pleasure ricocheted off of every nerve.
“Fuck,” I breathed, feeling myself relax, melting into my bed. I couldn’t reach Brady’s cock, but by the way the bed was moving, I couldn’t tell he was playing with himself as he sucked me. So I slid my both hands into his curls, cradling his head as it bobbed up and down.
The way his tongue wrapped around the underside of my shaft was intoxicating, and I leaned my head back and sighed. Then through half-lidded eyes, I peered over at Antony, whose head was on a swivel, back and forth from watching us to watching Felix.
As much as neither Brady nor I wanted our sex to be a team sport, it was certainly fun to make it a spectator sport. For whatever reason, like I told Brady on the night he took my virginity, I liked doing these taboo things in public or with an audience almost as much as I liked doing them in private. The fact that Brady liked it, too, was a big bonus.
Brady came up for air, and he kissed me with fire on his lips. My hands slid from his hair, down his chest, and I finally grabbed his cock. It felt like home, like a part of me. It was slick with precum, and he grabbed my cock in his hand as his tongue wrestled with mine. Both of us were breathing heavily, tugging on each other.
Then I pulled away, looking Brady in his eyes. I licked my lips, then I leaned down to take him in my mouth. His precum was potent, sweet, as I took inch after inch. I started bobbing up and down, gripping his shaft by the base and stroking him. He let out a heavy, breathy sigh, sliding his hand down my back.
I heard Antony gasp and grunt, then Felix’s voice came as a whisper, “This is so fucking hot.”
I chuckled through my nose, but I continued slurping on the delicious, thick meat in my mouth. With my eyes closed, I swirled my tongue in circles with each pass, maintaining a good up-and-down rhythm. Without even realizing it, I’d started to jerk myself with my other hand, and I was getting close.
After another minute, though, Brady hissed, “Shit, I’m close.”
So I sat up and said, “Me, too,” as I kept stroking myself.
“Get in my lap and we’ll cum together,” he cooed.
So, sideways on the bed to give our audience a good show, I straddled Brady, lining my cock up with his. Then he grabbed both of us and wasted no time.
He must be really close, I mused in my head as our slippery cocks rubbed against each other.
Then his lips were on mine as my oncoming orgasm built up and up and up. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, his lips pulling at mine. My hips started grinding forward involuntarily, shoving my engorged cockhead against his as his fist slid rapidly.
But I couldn’t hold back any more, and I barely had time to pull from Brady’s lips and grunt, “I’m gonna cum!”
And then, at last, came a glorious release. A fountain of cum rained down onto both of us as huge, explosive waves shook me. I looked down just in time to hear Brady groan loudly as he erupted.
“Ohh, fuck, baby,” he moaned, unabashedly, as we rode through our orgasms together, making a big, cummy mess that I couldn’t even begin to care about.
And then, from across the room, I heard Felix’s moans come from Antony’s phone. Antony, by that point, was cranking his big cock with his mouth open, watching his boyfriend cum.
“Oh, shit!” Huffed Antony. Then I watched the anaconda explode, thick cum sliding down the long shaft.
Brady and I had mostly caught our breath by that point, but it was clear that neither of us knew how to get up without spilling cum everywhere, all over my freshly made-bed.
Antony whipped off his shirt and wiped himself up, so I took mine off for the same purpose. Brady got the same idea, and we managed to wipe ourselves up as best we could before standing up. The three of us in the room pulled up our sweatpants, and we all said our goodbyes.
“Let’s do this again tomorrow,” Felix said with a grin before hanging up. Antony left, his cum-stained shirt in his hand, and the room was empty and quiet once more.
“Can we watch Citizen Kane?” Brady asked, wrapping his hands around my waist from behind.
“Of course.”
And we decided to order a pizza, too, since it wasn’t too late.