[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] in that porn-star way, Peter found that it wasn t the action on screen that made him quiver. It was the way Chris moved almost imperceptibly closer.  Not grossing you out? Peter whispered. The guys on screen were kissing and rubbing each other s arms and chests.  Nah. Same as any other porno, I guess. Chris leaned in even farther, and his breath tickled Peter s ear. His shirt feathered against Peter s bare back. 42 Daisy Harris Peter closed his eyes, feeling the desperate tension winging through the air. He was swollen with want and lightheaded from holding his breath. His skin prickled with nervous sweat. He didn t think he was imagining it was mutual but he couldn t tell. He tried once again to control his heartbeat, to chill the fuck out and just watch the damn video, but the guys on-screen kisses went deeper, their cocks crushed together, and Peter couldn t stand it anymore. He shook his head to clear the maelstrom of emotions and turned to Chris.  Dude, I really do have to go to sleep. Midterm s in five hours. Chris flushed from his smoothly shaved face down his neck. The crimson shade bled down to the notch of his collarbone showing above his blue, crew-neck shirt. His pupils were wide and his lips damp, and Peter needed him to get the fuck out of his room before Peter kissed him down to the mattress.  Seriously, you ve gotta leave. He knew he sounded annoyed, but he didn t know how else to say it. He needed Chris gone, with his smell and his innocent eyes and his too-good-to-be-true body.  Oh, yeah sorry. Chris bounded off the bed. His jovial manner from earlier switched to something awkward and apologetic. His shoulders slumped.  Didn t mean to barge in.  Er, no worries. I just need to catch some sleep, Peter said to Chris s back.  Maybe some other time. He pinched his mouth closed, not understanding why he d said that. But apparently, Chris hadn t thought it weird, because he didn t bother looking back before he said,  Good luck tomorrow, and slipped out the door. College Boys 43 Chapter Four Peter flicked on the stereo, snapped shut his computer, and reached down his pants. He was so hard he couldn t bring himself to touch the tip right off the bat because it would be too sensitive. Lying back on his bed, he fumbled with the bedside lamp and thrust the room into darkness. Then, tugging on his shaft in quick little jerks, he used his other hand to rifle in his drawer for his moisturizer. He felt pens and condoms but couldn t locate the bottle one- handed, so reluctantly, he let go of his throbbing pole to squint through the blue darkness into the drawer. He opened it wider, reaching into the backmost depths. Then he heard a gasp. It was so quiet he might have imagined it, so he strained to listen. There was a squeak of a bed frame and then another sound, halfway between a moan and a grunt. Peter knew Chris had made the noise but couldn t tell if Chris had wanted Peter to hear. Peter spied the bottle lurking behind an old candy bar wrapper and snatched it out of the drawer. Quick as his fingers could work the cap, Peter poured some on his hand and fed his palm down the sheets. When his fingers wrapped around his heated cock, he heard another moan through the wall, and before Peter could squelch the urge, he groaned in response. He arched his back, reveling in the knowledge that Chris was next door touching himself at the same time. Even if Chris hadn t meant to be heard, even if he was freaked out or disgusted that Peter was making noises, too, at least they were in this together. 44 Daisy Harris  Fuck yeah&  Chris s whisper carried through the wall. And Peter couldn t help answering with an,  Oh God, as he twisted his crown, smoothing the moisturizer through his pre-cum in a sloppy mess. He wanted to ask Chris what he was feeling, what he liked, but Peter bit his lip. Instead, he whimpered loud enough that he knew Chris had to be hearing. Chris was doing the same, though his sounds were more guttural growls rather than moans. Peter s thighs shook and his balls clenched with need, but he gripped his base to stop from coming too soon. It was too good, too quietly intimate. He d rather be with Chris like this than with any other guy he could think of, even bare and pressed flesh to flesh.  Gonna come&  Chris panted. Peter wished he were brave enough to tell Chris he was coming, too. Instead, he let his whispered chorus of  Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God explain as Peter sped up his strokes. His hand vibrated over slicked flesh smearing the sheets with hand cream and dribbling arousal.  Fu-uck&  Chris s voice was a heart-wrenching, ball-twisting growl that sent Peter spinning into orbit. He clenched his eyes, wanting to feel every pulse of his body, hear the sound of Chris s pants. Peter dragged his sheets down just in time to shoot long ropes of cum across his chest, the last lash falling hot on his belly. In the moment that followed, their rooms went silent. Peter thanked the lord his stereo was still playing so there was enough background noise for him to mop up without feeling awkward. When he was done and had rearranged his blankets so he wasn t sleeping in a sticky patch, Peter stared at the wall separating his room from Chris s. Peter wanted to tell Chris good night. The words were poised on his lips. He could practically taste their sweetness. In a long, painful second, Peter realized he wasn t going to say it, and his heart shrank in his chest. College Boys 45 But right when he was turning over to fall asleep, Chris said from next door,  G night. Peter inhaled a quick breath, as if he d caught a butterfly in his hand. But of course Chris had said good night. It was those damned country manners. But that didn t stop Peter from feeling like dancing.  Good night, Chris. Peter grinned into his pillow. Though he knew he should sleep, he stared at the wall between them until the morning light turned his room golden. * * * * [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl blacksoulman.xlx.pl