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Trembling muscles, fluttering heart beats, slick suction, each of Derek’s body parts seemed to work in conjunction to bring both himself and Scott to the precipice of a greater bliss than he had ever known.

As Scott’s precum mixed with Derek’s saliva, the pace of his suction increased as he took more and more of Scott’s cock into his mouth. With each forward movement, he allowed the slickness to help the invading member slide past the back of his throat. The first couple of times he tried it, his gag reflex caused him to stop, but he learned how to relax his throat by breathing out and found he could take more and more into his mouth without choking.

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Up until this moment, he had always thought Scott was a good size, not too big, but big enough to fit perfectly in his grip. With Scott inside his mouth, he realized he was far bigger than he had originally thought. When the hairs dusting the base of Scott’s cock tickled his upper lip, a renewed surge of excitement filled him as he realized he’d finally taken all of him in.

Scott’s hips did a slow roll as he grabbed the back of Derek’s head and pressed his pelvis against his lips. For a split second, Derek’s senses honed in so that the only thing he could sense was the feeling of being completely filled. Then Scott released his head, just before Derek needed air, as if he knew the perfect moment to release his grip. Derek’s senses flooded him, the scent of precum, the feel of the veins along Scott’s shaft, the groans demonstrating Scott’s pleasure wafting down to his ears all combined within him to heighten his arousal.

He continued pumping at his own cock as Scott’s mass increased and began to throb. A few words travelled down from above, but Derek was too engrossed to recognize what was being said. When he felt two strong hands on his shoulders, trying to push his head away, Derek gripped Scott’s hips tighter, securing his mouth so his cock was buried all the way down his throat.

The first jet of cum that erupted from Scott’s cock coated his mouth, the intense flavors and sensations rippling outward causing his body to involuntarily shake in response. Rather than pull back, he instinctively began to swallow, his muscles working with him to somehow take each spurt of cum without losing a drop. As the thick, salty semen flowed down his throat, a flash of icy heat raced through him, starting in his mouth and his balls and radiating out from both points until they met somewhere in the middle. As if a bomb exploded, pleasure shot through his body and his own orgasm exploded out of his cock, ribbons of his own spunk shooting out of him. Clamping down on Scott’s cock, he pumped the remaining drops of sperm into his mouth as continued stroking his own cock which continued to spasm in his hand. When both of their bodies stopped bucking with the aftershock of their releases, Derek let Scott fall from his mouth and leaned his head back so he was staring directly into Scott’s blue-green eyes, tranquility reflecting in his twin seas. He remained locked in an intense gaze for what could have been hours, but was only a few second, then stood up.

Scott placed his hands on either side of Derek’s face, still heaving from the energy of his orgasm, hardly able to form words. “So…amazing. Love you….so…much.” He drew Derek into a gentle and loving kiss, then pulled out, a suctioning sound filling his ears as they separated. Before Derek could complain, Scott spoke. “I can taste my sperm in your mouth. That’s the fuckin’ hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Is that what it was like for you when I kissed you in New York?”

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They continued kissing for several minutes, before finally landing back on earth. Scott pulled out of the kiss and looked at Derek. “That was the most intense experience I’ve ever had. Being inside your mouth, having you make yourself open and vulnerable to me like that. It felt like a piece of you was submitting to me. That might sound horrible, but when I came in your mouth, I felt like I had just claimed you as my own. I hope you don’t mind that I felt that way, but it made me feel so freakin’ hot.”

Derek listened, still a bit foggy from his orgasm. When the haze finally cleared, he hugged Scott tightly. “Are you kidding? That was even better for me than when you blew me. I like submitting to you, if that’s the word you want to use. It feels right for me to make you feel good. We need to do that a lot.”

“Agreed.” Scott’s mouth pulled up into a smile. “But I don’t want us to be lopsided. It can’t just be about you pleasing me.”

Derek hoped the grin spreading across his face didn’t look as giddy as he felt. He ran his fingers gently down Scott’s cheek. “Babe. Haven’t you figured it out yet? You make me feel safe and protected. Like when you stood up for me in New York when that ass-wipe, Charlie, grabbed me. When you let me show you how much I love you, when you let me be yours, I’m at my happiest. I could curl up in your arms and sleep for hours right now, knowing that part of you is inside me.”

They stared at each other, Scott’s eyes shimmering, not with tears, but with a soothing blend of cool color that filled Derek with warmth, then he looked at the clock.

“Holy shit, we’ve only been at this for fifteen minutes. It felt like days to me.”

Derek laughed. “If that felt like days, then I guess this year will feel like a decade.”

“I like how you think, Sexyman! I suppose we should actually open our orientation packets and figure out what we’re supposed to be doing for the next two days.” They pulled apart, got dressed, and sat down on the floor between their beds to map out the rest of their day.

Their packets listed their activities. The entire freshman class would be meeting in the athletic center’s basketball court to be welcomed. They would then be split into groups of forty-five, would receive a tour of the campus, and engage in some getting-toknow-you activities and games. Derek looked at his group number. He was in group fifteen. Scott was in group twenty-two. “This sucks, we’re not in the same orientation group.”

Scott peered at their packets. “That does suck. Well, it’s only for these two days and most of the stuff we’re doing is together.”

Derek didn’t like the idea of spending any time away from Scott during their first two days at college, but Scott was right. It wasn’t a big deal and they would be together as much as they liked all year. “It looks like we have about a half an hour before we have to be at the athletic complex. How do you feel about walking around for a while?”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Scott gave Derek a loving hug and they left their dorm room. They walked through several quads, all lined with dormitory and academic 74

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buildings, a mixture of old-style brownstones that characterized colonial Boston and contemporary glass and cement structures with lots of windows and angles. As they walked through the campus that would be their home for the next four years, a sense of freedom energized Derek. Living with Scott. Going to college. It was a step towards adulthood and independence. He recalled his father’s words from that morning and finally, it dawned on him what he had been saying. I’m going to be able to live my life entirely as I choose. No secrets, no hiding. Just living out loud and being who I am. He wanted to hold Scott’s hand to celebrate this new stage in their relationship, but he knew Scott wasn’t ready for that yet. Not only would Scott become uncomfortable, but they had spoken enough times about this issue that he might even become aggravated. No matter how far he had come in his desire to let more people know that that he was gay, he cared far more about his relationship with Scott. Still, their physical lives were becoming more intense, more connected, and his desire to express his love openly grew with each passing day and experience.

When they arrived at the athletic complex, thousands of students were milling about, all of them looking slightly lost. His class had about four-thousand five-hundred students in it. They crowded into the auditorium and the dean for the freshman class called for attention about ten minutes later. “I would like to welcome the Boston University class of 2014. Each year, we hold a two-day orientation so that you, the newest members of this old and respected institution, can become comfortable in your surroundings before the rest of the student body arrives. There are several upper classmen student volunteers who will be guiding you through the next couple of days. Please do not hesitate to ask any questions you have and get to know as many people as possible.

“We expect you will experience great success over the next four years, but we also know you will struggle. The job of the faculty is to ensure that you succeed. If you struggle academically, we’ll support you. If you struggle emotionally, we’ll support you. We can help you better if you come to us early. Too many students have waited too long before they sought help and some of them were unable to overcome the obstacles they faced. That will happen for some of you as well, but our success as a support team is dependent upon your success. We take that very seriously.”

The freshman class applauded as the dean thanked them and wished them well. The next person to come to the podium was the senior class president. “Hey guys. My name is Elizabeth. It’s hard to believe just three years ago I was sitting where you are now, not knowing what to expect and scared out of my mind. I was also excited. I’m sure most of you are feeling that way right now.”

The woman had long blonde hair and pale skin. Of course, Derek was sitting far enough away that anyone would look decent, but it was her voice more than anything else that put him at ease. It was fluid, like a flute, and soothing. “Orientation was one of the first experiences which helped me feel like this was going to be my home. Each of you has been assigned to an orientation group. That assignment is designated by a number. If you look around this room, you will see numbers one through twenty. In the 75

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hallway, you will find group numbers twenty-one through forty. Your group leaders are juniors and seniors who, like me, felt the small orientation groups were particularly helpful for them. Once you meet with your small group, you will be given a tour of the campus and will then be guided through several activities to help you begin to get to know one another.”

Even from across the room, Derek could see how white her teeth were as her mouth pulled up into a wide grin. “I still have several friends who I met in my small orientation group when I was a freshman. I want to wish you all the best of luck. Have fun, take this privilege seriously, be careful, and try things you never imagined you might try before. You never know whether some random course you take turns out to be the one that sets you on your four year path here. It might be the course or the professor who makes the critical difference in helping you to shape what you want your major to be and what you want to do with your life. So, have fun and go meet the members of your small orientation groups.”

Students clapped again, more vigorously this time, then moved toward the posted numbers matching their assigned groups. Derek turned to Scott, his stomach suddenly tight. “I guess I’ll see you at dinner.” He felt a little awkward having to leave Scott so soon after they had just arrived, especially after what they had just done in their room, but he pushed the feeling aside, realizing he was being silly. Scott winked at him. “See you then.”

Derek watched Scott follow a group of students who walked toward the hallway, then headed over to the large number fifteen posted in the room. Once his group members had convened, Derek’s group leader introduced himself.

“Hi. My name is Hank Adams. I’m a junior. Today I’ll be giving you a tour. Then we’re going to play a couple of games. Some of you may find these games are kind of stupid, but try to get into the spirit of the day and you‘ll probably have fun.” He then led the group out of the athletic building and began their tour. Derek inspected the students in his group. He did a quick count and noted there were forty-three of them altogether, not including Hank, and their mix was a model of diversity. Having grown up and gone to school in Cambridge, he was accustomed to living in a multicultural society, but this went beyond what he was accustomed to. As he surveyed the other students in his group, he noticed one boy who was staring at him instead of listening to Hank. He had caramel colored skin which seemed to shine with health and radiance, high, strong cheekbones, and a close cropped buzz cut, revealing an attractively shaped head. He was tall and sturdy looking, the perfect balance between bulky and slim. Derek guessed he would probably be a good athlete. Their eyes locked and a smile crossed his lips revealing perfectly white, straight rows of teeth which gleamed slightly in the sunlight. Without a moment’s hesitation, he walked over to Derek who was sitting on the outskirts of the group. “Hi. You’re cute. My name’s Tyrell Jackson. What’s yours?”

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Derek had never met a gay person his own age who was so forward, but aside from shock, he found the openness refreshing. It was what he had imagined college life would be like. Even though Tyrell had spoken quietly, he still looked around to see if anyone was watching them. “I’m Derek. It’s nice to meet you.”