Stressed in College 3

“Mmmmm,” Tye moaned, as he felt Jordan’s lips brush over his stiffening manhood. Tye was on all fours, and enjoying the benefits of the 69 position. Tye was about 5’7, and the typical frat boy body type. Not fat, but you could tell he drank heavily. He had a cute face and messy hair, Jordan liked the fact he was laid back and less stressed than most of the people he knew…including himself. Jordan was about the same height as Tye, which helped along the 69, with a six-pack stomach and curly, blond hair. Jordan loved the feeling of Tye’s smaller, but thick, cock in his mouth. 
Tye had wanted to be with Jordan since the first time they had met at a frat party. Now, two days later they were laying on Jordan’s dorm room bed, playing out their fantasies. Tye has been on the giving end of a blow job a few times in the past, but it still made him nervous. He bent his head down and licked at Jordan’s six-incher, which was standing at attention. 

“Oh,” Tye let out, as Jordan’s lips tightened around his shaft. Wow, it felt good. He wondered to himself exactly what happened between Jordan and Doug. 
“Bang,” the door started to push open until the lock finally snagged it in place. 
“Shit,” Jordan said, jumping up. Tye could hear a key going into the lock, it must have been Jordan’s roommate, back early from class. There was no time to get clothes on. Tye and Jordan raced to grab anything to look presentable. 

“Whoosh,” the door flew open, and Danny stepped into the room. He looked, in shock, at his roommate, one of his best friends, sitting on the bed. Both Jordan and the other guy were totally nude, holding pillows in front of their tools.

“What the fuck?” Danny exclaimed, shocked and pissed.
“You’re home early,” Jordan stuttered. Danny turned and stormed out of the room. Jordan and Tye looked at each other.
“I have to go,” Tye said, obviously shaken-up. 
“Okay,” Jordan said meekly. Jordan watched as Tye threw on his clothes and practically sprinted out of the room. “Fuck,” Jordan thought to himself, “I’m so screwed.” Danny could be telling someone right now. Only a hand-full of people knew Jordan was gay, and practically no one straight knew. Panic quickly started to set in. Besides the fact that he could become the outcast of the floor, this would ruin his friendship with Danny. What if Danny refused to sleep in the same room with him? He was so stupid, why did he bring Tye back to the dorm?

With all kinds of questions running through his mind, Jordan got dressed, picked up a textbook and sat down on his bed. He might as well try and study…anything to get his mind off of the consequences. Of course, it didn’t work; all he could think about was how Danny would react.

Jordan looked up as the door opened. As soon as he caught a glimpse of Danny, Jordan turned back to his book. He didn’t want to see Danny’s expression. Danny was a good looking kid. He was built like a football player, with a height of 5’7. He was thick and had a hot body. He had nice brown eyes and was a fun kid overall. His skin was always nicely tanned, a requirement of his mega-hot girlfriend, Ashley, who was one of the college’s hotter freshman cheerleaders. 

Danny sat down at his desk. The way the room was set-up, it was basically split right down the middle. When you walked into the room, Jordan’s side was on the left, with a closet, desk facing the window, and bed along the wall. Danny’s right-side was the mirror image of Jordan’s half. Jordan, slowly looked up from his book, Danny was staring right at him. Wow, did he look pissed.
“Don’t ever bring a guy in here again,” Danny said softly. 

“Okay,” Jordan replied, afraid to look away. Danny’s glance turned down, and a look more of disappointment came over his face.
Jordan worked up the courage and asked, “Did you tell anyone?”
“Hell, no,” Danny answered, without looking up. “So,” Danny started, “are you into girls at all?”
“Not really,” Jordan said. His words hung in the air; it was the longest minute of his life.
“So,” Danny paused, “so, you like jerk off with other guys?”
“Kind of,” Jordan answered.
“Then what do you do?” Danny asked.
Jordan swallowed hard. “What the hell,” he thought to himself. “Blowjobs,” Jordan managed to say, “and we fuck.”
“You take it up the ass?” Danny asked, looking up.
“Yeah,” Jordan responded, looking Danny right in the eyes, “I really like it.”

Danny soaked in Jordan’s words for a few seconds and said, “We are never talking about this again.” Jordan shook his head in agreement. “I’m going to take a shower,” Danny announced. Danny got up, grabbed his towel and soap, and walked out of the room.

Jordan watched as the door closed. “Wow,” Jordan thought to himself. What a strange conversation. But it seemed like Danny was okay with it…more or less. He hadn’t told anyone. And…no, impossible. The topic wouldn’t be brought up again, as Danny commanded…and that was fine with Jordan. But…Jordan could have almost sworn. When Danny left to get a shower, he thought he had picked up on something. If he didn’t know any better, he would say that when Danny turned to open the door, there was a distinct bulge in his jeans…

A week past by, and things pretty much returned to normal. Danny acted like he had never walked in on his roommate with another guy. If Danny could pretend it never happened, then Jordan was fine with pretending too. The first couple nights Danny had slept fully clothed, so Jordan had done the same. But now, only a week later, they were both back to sleeping in just their boxers. Jordan also made sure not to stare. The highpoint of his day use to be watching Danny get out of bed in the morning. His defined, meaty pecks and smooth stomach were always fuel for Jordan’s morning woody. But now-a-days, he made sure to he wasn’t starring or doing anything that might make Danny uncomfortable. 

Jordan stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway, and turned towards his room, when he heard a voice behind him, “Hey.”
Jordan turned to see Tyler standing in front of his door with his backpack, he must have just gotten back from class. “Hey, what’s up?” Jordan responded.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Tyler asked, pushing open the door to his room.
“Sure,” Jordan said, walking over towards Tyler. Tyler stood 6’3 and thin. He has longer brown hair, but Jordan loved his deep blue eyes the most. Jordan stepped into Tyler’s room, as Tyler dropped his backpack and locked his door.

“So what’s up,” Jordan said, although he was pretty sure he already knew.
“Hey,” Tyler started uneasily, “I was thinking about that time a few weeks ago.”
“Okay,” Jordan said, not making the conversation easy.
“Well,” Tyler explained, “I’ve been really stressed the past couple of days, with band and school and stuff…I was wondering if maybe…you’d be interested in doing it again?”
“Umm,” Jordan said. Tyler was definitely attractive. Jordan’s mind drifted to that night a few weeks back, when Tyler had him bent over his desk. Then the image was ruined as Danny’s angry face entered Jordan’s mind. “I really don’t think so,” Jordan finally responded. 
“Oh,” Tyler said, clearly disappointed. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no,” Jordan assured, “It was great, you were great…”

Tyler cut him off, “I’m just really, really horny, and I’ll pay you if you want, anything you want.”
Jordan blushed, he felt bad, but he just couldn’t get Danny’s disappointed face out of his mind. “I really can’t…I’m sorry.”
“Okay,” Tyler said, looking down at the floor.
“Great,” Jordan thought to himself, “anyone else I can disappoint?”
“I’m really sorry,” Jordan said, and he unlocked the door and left Tyler’s room.

The next day, Jordan was sitting in his room, watching TV, when the door flew open. Danny walked into the room and threw his backpack down on the floor. He looked way beyond stressed.
“What’s wrong?” Jordan asked, turning down the TV. 
Danny walked over to his bed and sat down, so he was across from Jordan. “Fuck,” he mumbled. Jordan sat silently, waiting for Danny. “Ashley broke up with me,” Danny finally uttered. 

“That sucks,” Jordan said, not knowing how to respond. 
“I can’t believe it,” Danny said, “all this bullshit about wanting to meet new people.”
“Oh,” Jordan responded, “You’ll meet someone better.”
Danny looked up and saw the sincerity in Jordan’s expression, “Thanks.”

Another week passed, Danny was still depressed but doing better. Jordan was sitting at his desk, as Danny lay on his bed watching TV. “This sucks,” Danny said, turning off the TV. Jordan got up from his desk and walked over to his bed, sitting down.
“What sucks?” He asked, happy to get a study break. “I haven’t gotten any in over a week…it really sucks.”
“Tell me about it,” Jordan responded.
Danny’s expression changed, he realized that Jordan was referring to the day when Danny walked in on him. Jordan immediately felt like a retard.
“Sorry, never mind,” he quickly added.
“Don’t be sorry,” Danny said, “you what to hear something weird?”
“Yeah,” Jordan answered.
“Well,” Danny admitted, “there’s something about you getting fucked…that I think is kind of hot.”
“Oh,” Jordan said, filling with excitement. 
“I don’t know what it is,” Danny continued, “but something about a guy having his knob in your ass makes me horny.”
“Well,” Jordan said, “why don’t you put on a condom and…”
Danny interrupted, “No, I’m not into that,” he said almost too loudly.
“Right,” Jordan said, “How about you strip down and just close your eyes, and I’ll take care of...”
“NO!” Danny almost yelled. Jordan just sat stunned and completely confused.
“Sorry,” Jordan apologized, although he wasn’t sure why. 
“I’m just saying,” Danny started again, after a minute of silence, “there’s no reason why we both should have to go without getting any. Why don’t you call over that guy from a few weeks ago?”
“Huh,” Jordan said, starting to get it, “You mean…you want to watch?”
Danny looked at Jordan, not sure how to respond, “Yeah…if it’s cool.”
“Yeah,” Jordan said, still confused, “I guess so.”
“Can you get that guy to come over?” Danny persisted.
“Oh,” Jordan said, “umm, I don’t think so I haven’t talked to him since then.”
“Oh,” Danny said, looking disappointed.
“Hey,” Jordan exclaimed, “I think I know a guy.”