The Hottie from Guitar Class

My sophomore year in college, I took a guitar class to give me a hobby that would hopefully take my mind off of being single and sexless for the entire summer. It was a brilliant plan that worked out for all of one session when a hot frat type joined the class. I made what was probably too much eye contact with him when he came in and he wound up sitting right next to me asking me if the instructor was cool or not.

I barely remembered what I answered with; I was too busy watching his chiseled face smile one of those sexy sly smiles as he laughed at my sarcastic response. His name was John and I could already tell he would become my newest fixation. He was shorter than average, but with a slim toned body that had a perfect v shape going on from the shoulders to the waist. To make matters worse he had an obsession with wiping smudges off of his guitar with the bottom of his shirt, frequently exposing his awesome stomach. Every time he stood up and scooted past my desk in the narrow aisle, I wanted to grab his slim waist and wrap my arms around his rippled abs.

As luck would have it he was a pretty cool guy to boot. We talked about music and life. Even though he wasn't the smartest guy I had ever met, he was genuine and enjoyable with a playful attitude that made him all the more attractive. As the semester went on, I could tell that he thought I was cool as well. He started complimenting me and horsing around during breaks. And even though I always declined, he continuously asked me out to parties with his friends.

Eventually, he asked me to this huge party with all of his friends and when I tried to say no he insisted that I think about it and let him no at the upcoming department recital that we all had to attend. When I looked reluctant he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Dude, seriously, I think you're cooler than most of my friends that'll be there. I'll for sure make sure you have a good time." Whether it was the feeling of his hand on my shoulder or the insane notion that he might actually care for me, I told him I'd think about it. The crazy thing was, I had pretty much made up my mind to say yes. Little did I know how easily he would ruin that idea.

The night of the recital I sat near the back of the auditorium with a fox of a girl, Christina, from my class that John loved to flirt with. No sooner had I resolved how to tell John that I'd go to the party, than he walked in... With what was clearly a girlfriend.

My heart sank and the spit in my mouth tasted bitter with frustration. Christina started talking about how plain John's girlfriend was and how she hoped he wouldn't come over and make us talk to her. She asked me if I was feeling OK, that I seemed mad about something. I made up something about wanting us all to hang out outside of class and how the girlfriend ruined that. Christina agreed and said that she had talked to our instructor about having a party for the class at his place after the last session. I told her if she could make John come without the girlfriend, I'd be in and I'd bring the beer.
That was enough for Christina and she went to work chatting up John and his girlfriend and eventually getting him to agree to come to the party with just us friends. I sat at the back still stuck on the fact that he had a girlfriend and hadn't bothered to talk to me since I came in.

After Christina came back and told me everything was good, we noticed John's girlfriend get up and leave in a huff. He came back and sat with us, explaining that she was mad he was going to the party without her. He seemed surprisingly unconcerned for a straight guy and patted me on the chest saying, "Hey, we're finally gonna have some fun together." I had no idea how right he was.

The night of the party I met up with Christina and John on campus and Christina drove us to our instructor's house. The party was slow but underway when we arrived with all the alcohol.
As everyone began drinking, the party picked up and John started getting oddly friendly with me. He walked with me everywhere and by the end of the evening was sitting in my lap trying to feed me cheetos. Needless to say, we got some pretty weird glances and eventually Christina thought John had had enough and offered to take us back. John was down with leaving but insisted he was up for more fun. When Christina said she was getting tired, he suggested that he and I to back to my place and chill.

I had to help him up the stairs to my apartment and we spent couple hours on the balcony talking. he told me about his life how he had had to transfer into our school from a city college because he fucked up his grades in high school during his last year. He talked about how he felt that people judged him because his family had money and how his girlfriend was less interested in him than the idea of him. I said some standard stuff like "that totally sucks" and so on, but for the most part I was stunned at how he was opening up to me. Finally, he grabbed both of my shoulders and rested his forehead against mine. He looked at me for a second and said, "Jay, you're seriously one of the best people I know..." We just stood there leaning on each other for a minute until he said that he had to sit down and collapsed in my couch. By the time I had gathered up the courage to tell him my real feelings, he was passed out snoring.

For a minute I thought about touching him in all the ways I had wanted to for months, but I couldn't do it after all the nice things that he had said. I tossed a blanket over him and went to my room. Stripping my clothes off, I sadly got into bed with only my boxers on and wondered if there was really any chance with John or if it had all been the alcohol. It was 2AM when I finally fell asleep.
The next thing I knew I was blearily opening my eyes and my clock said 2:30. My door was creaking open I saw John slowly walking into the room. He sat on my bed, stared at me for a second or two and then collapsed on top of me.

"John," I said.
He sighed a little and hugged me firmly. I knew that this was my opportunity.
"You want to get in bed?" I asked cautiously.
"Alright," he replied timidly. He hesitantly kicked off his shoes and slid into bed as I held the covers up for him. I spooned him and I noticed that he trembled a little. I asked if he was alright and he said yes, so I took the next step.

Slowly, I slid my hand down his chest to his waist and reached up under his shirt, feeling his tight, rippled abs. I stroked them and rubbed them as I enjoyed the feeling of his taught hairless skin under my hand.
Then he turned to me suddenly and whispered, "I have to go."
"You sure?" I asked.

He nodded and stood up out of the bed and asked if I could call him a cab. I told him sure, figuring I had spooked him and the night wasn't salvageable.
"Just let me put on some clothes," I said as I stood up and walked to my closet. I didn't even notice that I was hard and pitching a serious tent in my boxers until I looked at John. He stood in the doorway looking at me, transfixed by my dick. "Do you mind?" I asked a little irritated at his confusing behavior.

"Oh! Sorry," he said as he turned to leave. I picked up a pair of shorts out of my closet, but when I turned around John was still standing in the doorway staring at me. The way he looked at me I new I had him. He was scanning my whole body up and down over and over.
"Come here John," I said.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Dude, just close the fucking door and get your ass over here," I said with a smile.

He did as I asked and when he got close enough I reached out a pulled his shirt off over his head. I finally looked at the entirety of his amazing body. His broad, shoulders had defined rounded muscles that stood out in the faint light. I reach out and touched his hard chest, touching his nipples which immediately got hard. I ran my fingers down his rippled sides until I reached his slim waist and then I finally did what I had been wanting to do for so long... I grabbed him and pulled him towards me, slamming his crotch up against mine and then I reach one hand up to his well defined jaw and kissed him fireclay. I drove my tongue inside his mouth and he moaned deeply. As we pulled away I looked him in the eyes and saw the hunger that he'd obviously buried for so long. I reached down for his belt and whipped it off, unfastening his pants with my other hand and then pushed the down to the floor with his underwear.

I held his waist again briefly before pushing the band of his boxer briefs down with my thumbs and inserting my hand down his underwear. I sighed as I felt his coarse pubes and shuddered when I finally took hold of his meat. It has hard and hot and I was drooling to have it in my mouth. When I moved my hand down more and cupped his balls he moaned, "Fuckin eh, yeah..."
"You're so fucking hot," I said.
He leaned in close to me and bit my earlobe, "I've wanted a fucking piece of you since the minute I saw you," he said grabbing my cock.
"So take what you want," I said.

He immediately shoved me back onto the bed and knelt down at the end. He ran his hands up my thighs and all the way to my nipples. As he played with them he began licking by balls and sucking on them like a madman. Finally he licked all the way up the length of my throbbing shaft and tongued my piss slit before finally engulfing my cock in his hungry mouth.

I let out a gasp and couldn't believe this was happening. Before I knew it, he swung up around and put us in the 69 position feeding his cock into my waiting mouth. As he sucked and humped me I reached up and began playing with his ass. First just tickling the outside of his hole and then finally putting my middle finger all the way up in side it. He moaned loudly even though my dick in his mouth muffled most of it. I took my other hand and began rubbing his balls and he continued to feed me his dick.

Eventually, he came up off of my dick and said that he was going to cum.
I laughed and told him there was no way that he was cumming first. I turned him off of me and grabbed his firm body, positioning sitting up against the wall.
"Now you're gonna see what it's like to have your face fucked," I said as I stuck my cock in his mouth. I pumped my dick in and out of his mouth as he swirled his tongue around it each time. He ran his hands up and down my body as I humped his moaning face.

I could feel myself getting ready to cum and I grabbed his hair gently and pulled his face up to the root of my dick.
"You fucking take every drop of this shit, you stud," I moaned deeply as I made quick shallow thrusts against the back of his throat. 
After a minute or so I came shot after shot of cum into his mouth. He eagerly swallowed every spurt licking my tool completely clean when I had finally finished.
"That was fucking amazing bro," he sighed as I recovered.
"No," I said, "This going to be amazing." I took his cock firmly in my hand and slowly started pumping his meat up and down.
"Ummm, yeah Jay. That feels so fucking good," he sighed.

Just as I could tell he was really getting into it, I slipped my one finger back up his ass and he groaned in satisfaction. Quickening my pace, I added another finger into his ass which made him grimace a little, but he immediately smiled with enjoyment. 

As I continued to jack him off, I could feel his prostate swelling inside and I began to gently push on it with my fingers, stimulating in a way that he had never experienced.
"Holy Shit!" he exclaimed as I hit his spot repeatedly, tightening my grip on his cock. "Awww fuuuck!" he yelled as he shot stream after stream of hot white cum up over his body, covering his chest and dousing his face. His ass tightened around my fingers with every pulse until he was finally done and I slid my fingers out as he trembled with sensation.

"You're fucking amazing Jay," he said with a content smile on his face.
"No you're amazing man," I replied.
"Seriously... Jay..." he began as he looked into my eyes, "I'm really glad I met you..."

I thought about it a moment, thought about telling him that I felt the same way, but I realized he didn't need to hear that. Instead I smiled and said, "Thanks dude... now shut up and kiss me."
And he did.