Stressed in College 4

Thursday, 6:30pm

Jordan and Danny sat in their small, symmetric dorm room at their desks. Jordan was about 5’7 and thin but very toned. His blue eyes skimmed over his Physics books, as he ran a small, soft hand though his curly blond hair. Danny was also 5’7 and reading a textbook. He had a much thicker build than Jordan, as he played football throughout high school. Danny’s skin was deeply tanned and he had deep brown eyes. 

“I’m going to need the room Saturday night,” Jordan said quietly, trying to play it off as a casual comment.
“Why?” Danny asked, without looking up.
“Remember our agreement?” Jordan reminded. After Danny had learned Jordan was gay and eagerly witnessed it, they had made a deal that Jordan could have the room to himself once a week. But it seemed like Danny was turning sour on the deal.
“Wanna watch?” Jordan asked. Maybe he couldn’t see Danny naked, but at least he could give him something to jerk to. 
“No,” Danny replied, “I’m not interested, that was a one time thing.”
“Oh,” Jordan said, disappointed.
“So,” Danny started, finally looking up, “Bringing Tyler over again?”
“Umm, actually no,” Jordan answered truthfully, “I’m thinking about a new guy.”
“Oh,” Danny said, clearly annoyed, as he looked back down at his book. “You can do what you want,” Danny mumbled, “I’ll get lost.”
“Thanks,” Jordan added. Jordan got up, he had to get going or he would be late.

Thursday, 7:00pm: Across campus

“What’s your problem??” Jason asked, clearly annoyed. 
“This MORON is a pig, his garbage is all over the room…I can’t live like this!” the stressed freshman yelled.
“You’re such a loser,” his roommate countered, “Every morning I have to listen to his damn alarm for two hours – TWO hours – while he rolls over in bed!”
The two looked to Jason for a response. Times like this Jason hated being the RA for the floor. Thirty dumb freshman for him to baby-sit. 
“Listen,” Jason started, as calmly as he could manage, “I have to study for a Physics test. You two have to try and get along until after my test. So clean up after yourself and get up when your alarms go off.”
“He won’t get up in time!”
“What happens if he doesn’t keep the room clean?”
The two roommates were yelling again. Jason leaned against the door frame, “Great…”

“Nothing,” Jordan thought to himself. He exited out of the desktop folders. Nothing in My Documents or My Pictures. This was going nowhere and he was running out of time. He was so close to sure…the kid hadn’t dated anyone in two years of college, he had to be gay. Jordan needed proof, he couldn’t take a risk this big, not after the almost disaster with Tye. Nothing stashed away in My Music or My E-Books either. Not good. Jordan stopped to think. He brought up internet explorer and clicked on the history. Yesterday…nothing, Monday…nothing, Sunday…wait a minute. A large grin spread across Jordan’s face. 

Thursday, 7:10pm

Jason let the door shut behind them. They were under control for now, at least for the night. He hurried back to his room. Jason pushed open his door and walked inside. 
“Sorry,” he apologized to Jordan, who was sitting on his futon. Jason turned and locked his door, “We can study in peace, I don’t care if they kill themselves.”
“Haha,” Jordan laughed, “I’m sure they’ll be okay.”
“Are all you freshmen retarded,” Jason asked, still annoyed.
“At least I’m not a junior in a freshman-level class,” Jordan shot back.
“I don’t need this class,” Jason defended, “I’m taking it as a break from my REAL classes.”
Jordan ran his eyes over Jason. Jason stood 5’8 with a medium build, he had blond hair and looked about as English as you can get, without the accent. Jordan especially liked his blue eyes. Jason was obsessed with going to the gym, but his body wasn’t overly muscular, even though he could bench press around 260. Jason was wearing baggy pants and hadn’t shaven for a few days. The look just worked for Jason.

Jason sat down at his desk and picked up his textbook. “Here goes nothing,” Jordan thought to himself watching Jason flip through the pages. “I’m horny,” Jordan suddenly declared. 
Jason looked up, still looking annoyed, and questioned, “And you’re telling me this why?”
“Are you horny?” Jordan asked innocently.
“Always,” Jason answered.
“Maybe we can help each other out,” Jordan said.
Jason put down his textbook, “What makes you think I would want that?”
“You’ve been in college for two years and no girlfriend?” Jordan stated.
“What exactly are you looking for?” Jason questioned, as he felt his dick harden.
“A friendship with benefits,” Jordan said, hopefully.
“I just want sex,” Jason said, confidently.
Jordan pictured Jason’s strong body on top of him and quickly responded, “Even better.” 
Jordan started to pull off his top, when Jason interrupted, “Not now. I have to study for this test. It will have to wait.”
“Oh, ok,” Jordan said, “how about you come over to my room this Saturday. My roommate won’t be around and you can get a break from your freshmen.”
“Ok,” Jason agreed.

Friday, 1:45pm

Jordan put down his pencil. “That wasn’t too bad,” he thought to himself. Apparently, studying with Jason did help. Jordan looked down three rows to the front of the hall. Jason was still working. With him being the perfectionist type, Jordan wasn’t surprised. 
Jordan’s mind started to drift. He thought about his first experience with Tyler. Tyler was a nice guy, but he didn’t seem into him. Every now and then he came asking for a blow job or to fuck Jordan, but he could tell Tyler felt uncomfortable doing anything in return. Jordan’s mind shifted to Doug. What a great body that kid had, with an awesome cock. But Doug seemed to strongly prefer girls. Jordan recalled hearing of a bet between Doug and another frat brother…who could bang the most girls in one month. Jason could be different. 

Saturday, 7:50pm

Jordan was kneeling in front of the trashcan. He carefully trimmed around his soft dick, letting the pubs fall into the trash. He finished and got up; he knew Jason would be here soon. Jordan put on a white t-shirt and blue jeans, ignoring underwear. He got out a condom and put it on his desk. He was ready.
“Knock, knock, knock.” 
“Come in,” Jordan yelled.
Jason walked into the room, locking the door behind him. 
“Looks like you’re ready,” Jason said, glancing at the condom.
“Hell yeah,” Jordan responded.
“Let’s do it,” Jason declared, as he threw off his shirt, shoes, socks, and then pants. Jason’s average, yet solid body, was almost hairless and looked ready for a workout. Jordan was sitting on his bed and watched intently, as Jason, wearing just his boxers, knelt down in front of him. Jason put one hand on Jordan’s crotch and started rubbing through the jeans. 
“Mmmm,” Jordan moaned, as his six inch boner started forming. Jason groped at Jordan’s crotch, as he felt Jordan’s manhood growing. 
“Let’s fuck,” Jason said, clearly horny, as he stood up. Jason pulled down his boxers, exposing his hard seven-incher to Jordan. Jordan quickly pulled off his shirt and threw off his jeans, showing Jason his hard pole. 

Then Jason turned away from Jordan, got down on all fours on Jordan’s bed, bracing the desk with his hands. Jason tossed the condom that was lying on the desk in Jordan’s direction. Jordan was stunned. Did Jason want fucked? Jordan looked over Jason’s meaty ass in front of him. Fairly hairy and perfectly shaped, Jordan could see his pucker twitching with anticipation. 
“Let’s go, I want fucked hard,” Jason prompted, bring Jordan out of his daze. Jordan shoved on the condom and knelt down behind Jason’s wanting asshole. Jordan had never fucked a guy before and preferred to be on the other end, but he knew he could give Jason what he wanted. Jordan grabbed Jason’s sturdy hips and pushed.
“Oh yeah, fuck me,” Jason moaned, as he felt Jordan’s cock enter his rectum. Jordan slowly worked his way in, pushing his trimmed pubs against Jason’s ass. Jordan started pumping his cock in and out of Jason, as sweat started forming on his forehead. 
“Harder, harder,” Jason demanded, as Jordan pumped his cock in and out of Jason. Suddenly, Jordan lost his grip of Jason’s hips as they fell towards him. Jason was taking matters into his own hands.
“Smack!” Jason’s ass hit Jordan’s stomach with such force it almost knocked Jordan over. Jason started furiously sending his ass back and forth over Jordan’s rigid prick. Jason used the desk to push off of as he forced his ass over Jordan, faster and faster.
“Ohhh, fuck,” Jordan moaned out. Every time Jason’s ass engulfed his cock, it was a few seconds of pure ecstasy. Jason’s tight, warm asshole made Jordan cringe as his cock filled with giz. Jordan didn’t have time to give a warning, he felt his cum explode out of his dragon. 
“Fuck,” Jason moaned, as he felt Jordan pulsing inside him. 
Jordan moaned, pulled out of Jason, and fell backwards onto his bed, exhausted. 
Jason turned around and sat on Jordan’s bed facing the worn-out freshman. “That’s it?” he questioned. Jordan looked at him in surprise. Jason’s semi-hard dick was pressing against his stomach and looked irresistible. 
“I’ll suck you off,” Jordan exclaimed, sitting up.
“No,” Jason countered, “what makes you think I need your mouth? All I wanted was a good fuck.” Jason got up and quickly started throwing on his clothes. Jordan was in shock.
“But I can get you off,” he offered.

Jason, now dressed, looked over at Jordan and said nastily, “You’ll be lucky if you ever touch my dick. Call me when your dick grows a few inches.” With that, he left Jordan alone.
“What the fuck?” Jordan thought to himself. Feelings rushed through him: anger, displeasure, but mostly frustration. “Jason had a point,” Jordan thought to himself. Jordan loved to please, and being a bottom, that typically was not a problem. He couldn’t handle Jason leaving like this. If Jason wanted a good fuck then Jordan would make it happen. 
Jordan leaned back against the wall. He daydreamed about Danny and about having a meaningful relationship almost daily. But for what? He couldn’t have Danny, and that was that. Anyway, he enjoyed busting his nut, if it was with Jason, Tyler, or whoever, it was all the same. That’s when Jordan decided to adapt a new personal motto…, “Sex is sex.”