The Big One

Chapter 3 - The First Time

Sunrise found me in a warm cocoon under the soft comforter with Anderson in my arms. I felt his breathing as my hands rubbed his chest. My lips were buried against his shoulder with my nose poking behind his right ear.

"Ezra?" He whispered, unsure if I was awake.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled against his skin.

"Do you know where you are? It's Anderson from yesterday... the Chinese guy... your fake boyfriend." He was dropping me clues as if I had amnesia.

"I remember. I didn't blackout," I chuckled. His personality was beyond cute.

"Ok. Just checking... are you freaked out? Holding a guy and all? We didn't do anything." His voice was nervous.

"Nope. You sure have a lot of concerns with the sexuality thing. I like girls. I'm starting to like you. I definitely like how you feel in my arms. Are you freaked out?" I rubbed a hand up to tweak his left nipple.

"I guess I kind of am." He admitted.

"You want me to leave?" I kissed the side of his neck.

"No. Never ever. I was worried you'd wake up and bolt out of here or be angry." He turned his neck trying to look at me, but I was holding him too tightly.

The morning sun lit his room in a soft glow. I eased my hold on him, and felt my morning wood push against his ass.

"I should get going. I was supposed to work on a paper for my bio class and study for the math final. I haven't even started." I felt the anxiety of my daily life rush back in.

"I'll make you some breakfast first. You must be hungry." Anderson sat up.

I rolled over on my back and rubbed my eyes. He lifted the blanket to see my hard cock straining the briefs.

"We should get up before I lose the morning satisfying this," I laughed. I gripped my cock and pushed it to the side. It sprang back and Anderson licked his lips. 

"Your clothes are on the dresser. Let's get some food." He didn't take his eyes off my crotch as I slid to the side of the bed and started to get up.

We ate quickly in the kitchen, then I got my work bag and he walked me to the door.

"Thanks for a fun night! I really need to relax like that. I haven't had a night out with friends in forever," I told him when I paused in his doorway to pull on my shoes.

"I put my number in your phone. If you need another break, text me. Or if you need help studying. Ok? I do have a PhD." He bit his lip and his eyes widened in expectation.

"Sure. Thanks again!" I raised a hand, then headed out.

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I headed to my dorm and switched out my work bag for my backpack. My clothes were freshly cleaned, and I'd brushed my teeth after breakfast. I headed to the library and plowed through my research project for the bio class.

After a late lunch at the cafeteria, I went back to my dorm to work on the algebra study sheet for my final next week.

I'd been treading water in that class all semester. Every time I'd start to get a concept, the professor moved on to something entirely different and pretended it was all related.

I knew she didn't hate me, but I always saw a little weird smile when she asked a question she knew I couldn't answer. It was like she didn't expect much intelligence from me. I get that look a lot from people.

I worked through the first ten questions and then sat up to feel the tension in my neck from spending an hour poring over this stuff.

My roommate came in and turned on music, then a friend stopped by and asked me to play one round of WarGoblins.