All Chapters of Tales Of A Gay Man (Final): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The night that Hunter left for the party was the first night I invaded his privacy. Was I proud of myself for it? No, I most certainly wasn't, but how could I control the urge to pull his sweat soaked boxer briefs from his bundle of damp clothing? How could I stop myself from draping his warm, moist underwear over my face and huffing the ripe scent of the most handsome man in the world, deep into my body? How could I deny myself the most intense, toe curling orgasm that I'd ever had, whilst tasting the saltiness from the snail-trail stains that he'd leaked throughout the day? You're right, I couldn't. Stealing Hunter's underwear became a hobby of mine. Every opportunity that came up, which allowed me to swipe a pair of worn boxer briefs, had me unnaturally horny. Every morning, when I woke with a stiff cock, my mind instantly craved him. Every day, as I sat in lecture after lecture, the only thoughts in my head were of Hunter. Every night as I lay there listening to him snore, I cou

You'd think that sucking a dick in front of my roommate would have made our relationship even stronger, but as soon as I had a chance to jerk off later that evening, the post nut clarity hit hard. I was disgusted with myself. How had I done something so private and personal with a guy I'd never even spoken to before? How had I done it whilst Hunter watched on!? I felt sick to my stomach, and pretended to be asleep when he returned later that night. As hot as it had been, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd let myself down. I was ashamed of myself, and decided that my plan to allow Hunter to somehow *pimp* me out was a mistake that I'd made due to horniness and nothing more. The next morning I had every intention of calling it off, until I woke to find him laying in bed pumping his large cock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Sure, Hunter had made it clear that he wasn't even slightly modest, but I'd never seen him doing something like *this* before. I stared at him for a

I paced the corridor partly to help get rid of my unwavering erection, and party to ease the nerves of meeting yet *another* college student. I could see that Hunter was becoming increasingly frustrated as he tapped away on his phone before eventually he sighed. "You'd swear this guy was fucking married" he said, glaring at his phone. "What's up?" He handed me the phone and I scanned through the messages. ***Throwaway: I'll only do this if you guarantee that nobody will ever know.*** ***Hunter: Yes. Guaranteed.*** ***Throwaway: Are you sure? I can't risk people finding out.*** ***Hunter: I'm sure.*** ***Throwaway: How sure? What about Corey, will he keep this to himself?*** ***Hunter: 100% sure. Just give me a room number.*** ***Throwaway: I don't know, man. It's super risky for me.*** ***Hunter: No sweat, HMU if you change your mind.*** ***Throwaway: No, wait! I wanna do it, but are you sure nobody will find out?*** "Damn" I laughed, "do you know who it is?"

Between sucking random college students off and studying for the mountain load of exams that were barrelling toward me, I had very little time to do anything else. After almost two weeks, I had the sudden realisation that my own balls hadn't been emptied since this whole thing began. Hunter stood at the end of my bed naked. He'd become so comfortable with me, that there was absolutely nothing off limits anymore. Naturally, I wasn't one bit upset about that, but as I lay there and he sprayed deodorant under his muscular arms, whilst his cock hung out like a trunk, I found myself ferociously aroused. "I think I need to jerk off" I finally admitted, because it was the first day since it started that I didn't have any clients. "Knock yourself out" Hunter grinned, but rather than stay and help me, which I knew he'd never do, anyway, the handsome heartthrob got dressed and bid me farewell as he headed for practice. Wasting no time, I found a pair of his recently used boxer briefs an

Hunter watched me for a moment. His perfect eyes narrowed slightly, and my heart pounded frantically. Had I *really* just admitted my feelings to him? My body felt numb as I stood there, still holding his muscular arm. What if I'd ruined everything? I felt stupid, until he smiled at me. "Maybe we should get to work on that app, huh?" He said, and messed up my hair. I watched as he walked across the bedroom and peeled his t-shirt off. What the actual fuck had just happened? I'd finally blurted out my secret attraction toward him, and he was acting like I'd just asked him what fucking time it was?! I shook my head as he undressed, but how could I say another word? "What do you wanna call it?" He asked, crawling onto his bed in just his boxer briefs, and giving me yet *another* perfect view of his perfect *fucking* ass. "No idea" I mumbled, and excused myself into the bathroom. I'd made a fool of myself. I stared at the reflection in the mirror and wanted to punch it. Why had I