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Ever since they had eaten at Bisuteki, his favorite Japanese restaurant, during his senior year, Derek’s father had been much more communicative with him and spoke a lot more about feelings and experiences. That had turned out to be a pivotal night in Derek’s life. Not only had his relationship with his dad taken leaps forward, but his mother had paved the way for him and Scott to reconcile having spent the evening talking with Shannon about Scott’s depression. Looking at his dad, Derek now saw the man as a man, rather than as larger than life as he always had growing up. I think I see what Mom means. I bet Dad would be really great about me being gay. “Don’t worry, Dad. I’m so excited right now I could practically burst. I’m nervous, but that’s a good thing right?”

“Absolutely. If you weren’t nervous, I would be.”

When they arrived at the Student Center a line protruded from the entrance, wound around the building, and extended into a quad. He and his father got into line and Derek took out his cell to call Scott. When Scott picked up he sounded excited. “Hey, it’s our big day.”

“Yeah, it is. Are you here yet?” Derek wanted to get through this line and get to their dorm room.

“No, we’re almost there. How is it?”

Derek looked around trying to find the right words to describe the scene. “It’s a madhouse. The line is about five miles long.”

Scott’s voice lost some of its enthusiasm. “Really?”

Derek laughed. “No, not really, but it is very long. When you get here, come and find us. That way we can get to the dorm room at around the same time.”

“Will do.”

When Scott clicked his phone shut and put it back in his pocket, he turned and noticed his father was looking at him. He remained silent just long enough for Derek to feel slightly uncomfortable, then his expression returned to normal. “I’m glad the two of you will be living together. I know I say college is amazing, and it is, but it can also be scary. I feel better knowing you’ll be with someone who you know and who will have your back.”

Derek agreed completely, but was surprised to hear it coming from his father.

“Yeah, it does make me feel better knowing I’ll have one of my best friends by my side.”

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His father looked around the campus. He seemed to be lost in thought so Derek stood in line and surveyed the various students who would be part of his graduating class. His attention was suddenly drawn back to his father who had snapped out of his reverie. “Scott’s a really good kid. Your mother told me about some of the things he’s had to go through what with moving around so much and having a father who’s so tough on him. Most kids would become sullen and depressed by that kind of a life, but Scott seems like a real upbeat guy. It’s impressive.”

Derek was unsure how to respond. “Yeah, he’s a great guy. He fit in immediately as a new senior last year and has turned out to be a really dependable…friend as well.”

His father nodded, his lips pressed together in thought. “You’re a dependable friend for him too. As a matter of fact, that’s probably one of your greatest strengths as a person. You’re loyal, almost to a fault. I’ve rarely seen you pass judgment on others. Not many adults are able to do that. I’m very proud of you.”

Derek felt the lump from earlier that morning return to his throat and said nothing for fear of breaking down.

“I think you’re going to find that quality to be a real asset,” his father went on.

“Kids kind of lose their minds with all of their new freedom and sometimes having a slow and steady friend is exactly what gets them through the day.”

The line had begun to move a little faster. By the time they were about a hundred yards from the entrance of the Student Center, Derek heard his name called. Scott was heading towards him with his parents following closely behind. Before they were within earshot his father mumbled something under his breath. Derek could swear he had had said Oh great. Despite what his father had just said about Scott, he couldn’t help but wonder who the comment was directed at. “What’s that about, Dad?”

“Huh? What’s what about?” His father looked like a kid who just got caught doing something wrong.

“Why’d you just say Oh great like you meant exactly the opposite?”

His father sighed, a remorseful expression crossing his face as he turned to face Derek. “We can’t talk about this because they’re almost here, but I don’t like that man. You know, Scott’s father. He’s…unpleasant.”

Derek’s concerns faded as his father continued speaking. “This is what I was just telling you about. When people are faced with uncomfortable situations, most don’t know how to put on a game face and keep their hand close. You’re quite good at that.”

He then plastered on a smile that to people who didn’t know him seemed genuine, but to Derek made his father look like he was constipated.

An hour later, they arrived at the table for students whose last names began with letters S through Z. Derek and Scott got their orientation packets and returned to their cars to head to their dorm on the West Campus near the Charles River. At first glance, Derek became excited as they pulled up in front of their dormitory. It was a red-brick building and looked like the surrounding apartment buildings lining the street. The same style he had admired on all of his runs along the Charles River 69

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while in high school. Once inside, his excitement practically tripled. Their room, while not physically large, was designed to maximize the space. Both beds were located atop unfinished wooden lofts, desks and dressers built beneath them. With the raised beds, there was a great deal of floor space. Looking around the room, Derek noted there was enough room to place a love seat between their two beds and they could probably find a small throw rug and a coffee table to complete a living room of sorts. Looking at the rest of the room, he saw that there was one area that had about five feet of wall space. Maybe I’ll actually be able to bring in my mixing equipment. It took them an hour to unload all of their things from their cars and haul them up the stairs. Once everything had been arranged, their parents wished them well and left. They were finally on their own, college students, boyfriends, and living together. Derek turned to Scott with a wide grin, his excitement barely contained within him. “I thought they’d never leave.”

Scott rushed to Derek’s side, wrapping his arms around him. “I know. I can’t believe it. Here we are. This is our room.” Placing a hand on the back of Derek’s neck, he pulled him into a fierce kiss. His tongue brushed over Derek’s lips and probed within, massaging the inside of his mouth. There was an unusual and pleasant hunger in the kiss and Derek allowed his body to be drawn in by Scott’s grasping arms. A hint of sweat heightened Scott’s scent, surrounding the two of them and sparking his arousal. There was also a bit of sweetness which filled his mouth as his own tongue tousled with Scott’s.

The taste caught him off guard and he pulled out of the kiss. “What did you have for breakfast?”

Scott slowly moved them backwards until Derek felt the wall against his back.

“Pancakes. Why?”

“Oh, that’s what the taste is. Maple syrup.”

Placing one leg between Derek’s, Scott pressed his body tightly against him, pinning him to the wall. “I have something that you can taste which isn’t sweet at all.”

Scott began to grind their hips together and captured his mouth in a kiss once again. Derek’s cock responded immediately, expanding in his pants. He could feel the long, hard length of Scott’s cock against his inner thigh and wrapped his hands around Scott’s back until they rested on his ass cheeks. Pulling him in, Derek matched the grinding motion, intensifying the friction against his own cock. Everything about the day converged in his mind. Starting college, moving in with Scott, this kiss, Scott’s hunger, his own arousal, merged within Derek and caused him to pant. Grasping at Scott, he became more aggressive and the two of them were fighting to get as much of their bodies together as they could. Feeling a tingling in his stomach, Derek realized that he would come if this didn’t stop soon. Pulling away was extremely difficult, not only because he didn’t want to but because they had become so entwined in each other that movement was restricted. “Scott…getting close…slow down.”

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Scott pulled his head back to look in Derek’s eyes. “Oh my God. You look so fucking hot. Your face is radiating pure lust right now.” He reached his hand down and began to rub Derek’s cock through his pants. Derek gasped. Slowly, Scott started to work his buckle open. Kneeling down, he rubbed his face against the stiffness of Derek’s cock and pulled his zipper down with his teeth, causing Derek to writhe under his touch.

Pulling Derek’s pants down to his ankles, Scott nuzzled his nose under Derek’s balls, breathing hot air against his skin. Lifting his head, he opened his mouth and captured the underside of Derek’s cock through his boxer briefs. Derek shuddered as waves of bliss passed through him. “No, stand up.”

Quietly obeying, Scott first glanced up to meet Derek’s eyes, then raised himself off the floor, slowly kissing his way up Derek’s body, lifting his shirt as he moved. When he reached Derek’s navel, he took an extra few moments to kiss the wispy trail of fuzz which extended from the base of his erection up to his belly button. The hot wisps of air brushing at the light dusting of hair tickled and sent shivers along his skin. Continuing up Derek’s body, Scott stopped once again at his nipple, running his tongue in circles around the flesh which tightened under his attention. When Scott bit down with just a hint of pressure, a mixture of pleasure and pain seared the center of his pectoral muscle and radiated outward, like fireworks were going off inside his body.

Unable to take any more stimulation, Derek reached down and hooked his hands under Scott’s armpits, pulling him to his feet. Scott leaned in to kiss him once again, but Derek turned his head, lowering his lips to the spot on Scott’s neck that always turned him into putty. Using his tongue to slide against and massage the cords of muscle, he was immediately rewarded by a moan which started deep inside Scott’s chest and rumbled out of him. Gentle hands worked their way around Derek’s head, holding him in place, fingers twining in his hair, but not gripping. Derek removed his mouth from Scott’s neck long enough to pull Scott’s shirt up and over his head, then kissed and licked a sensuous trail down Scott’s collar bone, and lower. He stopped at one nipple which was as hard as a pebble against his lips. As he flicked the nub of flesh, biting down as Scott had, another moan escaped from Scott and his hand returned to rest on the back of Derek’s head, this time applying more pressure as he arched his chest to give Derek better access.

He continued sucking one nipple, then moved across the broad expanse of muscle until the other nipple was pressing against his tongue. He could have continued kissing, smelling, and licking Scott’s body for hours, reveling in the sounds and movements of Scott’s pleasure, but his own excitement was building up inside him and a far better reward awaited him a couple of feet below.

Bracing himself by placing his hands on Scott’s torso, Derek began to bend his knees, squatting as he continued to trail kisses down each ridge of abdominal muscle. He kissed his way down Scott’s side, allowing the bristle of his stubble to gently brush against the smooth skin.

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Scott’s voice cut through his exploration long enough to provide just the right kind of encouragement. “Oh my God. It tickles and it’s torture at the same time. You’re making me crazy right now.”

His response was to rub his cheek against the skin, lowering his head until he was parallel with Scott’s cock. The curve of his oblique muscles served as perfect gripping points so he could crouch in front of Scott’s pelvis, his perfectly rounded bulge pushing out at the fabric of his jeans. Derek leaned in and pressed his nose into the space where Scott’s leg connected to his groin. Even covered in clothing, a rich aroma filled his nose and senses.

Unable to hold off any longer, Derek reached for the button of Scott’s pants, sliding the top button out of it’s hold so a slight hint of blond hair became visible. Looking up at Scott, Derek felt a smile creep across his face. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

Barely able to form words, Scott’s voice came out as a whisper. “I came prepared for—”

Derek forced Scott’s words to catch in his mouth as he pulled at one of the flaps of Scott’s pants, releasing the remaining buttons and bringing his lips to the taut skin of his navel. As he kissed, licked, and inhaled, taking in new sensations, tastes, and richer smells, he reached down and gripped his own cock tightly at the base, squeezing to stave off the orgasm which was quickly rising within him. Finally unable to withhold any longer, Derek worked Scott’s pants over his rounded ass and slid them over muscled thighs until they passed his knees and slid easily to the floor. Scott’s cock sprung out from its confines and bobbed in the air in front of Derek’s mouth, dripping with precum. Seeing the slick and shiny head and smelling the sharp pungent scent, Derek used his free hand to angle Scott’s cock towards his mouth. Scott took in a sharp breath as Derek licked at the droplet of precum which had formed a glistening string as it fell from his penis opening. Finally, as if claiming his reward, Derek leaned forward and closed his mouth over Scott’s cock head. Scott’s muscles tensed and then quivered as if they were being charged by an electrical current, his salty essence filling Derek’s mouth with a taste more intensely of Scott than anything Derek had ever experienced before. The combination of flavors, smells and the feeling of hard hot flesh in his mouth, sent blood rushing to his already engorged cock and he began to pump, unable to contain his rising excitement any longer.