Henry and Scott

Henry walked into the front lobby of the university. He went up to the front desk and was informed by the secretary that, due to a higher-than-expected enrollment for the spring semester, he would be getting assigned a roommate to his dormitory. Henry rolled his eyes. He generally preferred solitude but given the amount of rent expected living off campus, living in the dormitory was more financially feasible. As he stood their going over the details of his paperwork, he noticed the secretary occasionally staring at him. It made him want to roll his eyes again. Women were always fawning all over him. Henry was certainly attractive in many ways. He was tall, and playing football had allowed him to maintain a muscular physique. Being in the sun a lot also allowed him to develop a slight tan that accentuated his short, wavy black hair.

Henry supposed he should be grateful for the attention he received from women. Most guys would be jealous, and it was rather fun at first. Now, it was just annoying. Women never seemed to like him for him. He was just a handsome toy to be played with once and awhile. It always left him feeling bad about himself.

Once all the formalities were finished, he went to the dormitories to find his room. Once inside, he found his roommate had already made himself at home. Scott was sitting pretzel style on one of the two beds, strumming on a guitar. Henry set a box down on the opposite bed. Scott looked up at him. "Hey there roomie," Scott said with a big smile.

Henry smiled back. "What's up?" He asked.

Scott giggled and said, "Up is a relative direction. Depending on where you are and how you are positioned physically, anything could be up."

"Right," Henry said slowly, "Would you mind helping me with some boxes?"

Scott sprung up from his bed and said he would be delighted to. Scott was more than a foot shorter than Henry and very skinny. He had wild and curly auburn hair and the biggest smile that Henry had ever seen. Henry couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he saw Scott strain comically to carry some of the heavier boxes.

After Henry got settled, he got to know Scott a little better. Scott was majoring in physics and loved to play songs on his guitar. Henry asked to hear Scott play something.

Scott went ahead and played a few popular tunes on his guitar and Henry clapped one hand against his chest as a way of applauding when Scott had finished.

"My favorite stuff to play is actually bluegrass," Scott said, "Not everyone likes that though. I sometimes get made fun of for being a nerd that likes hillbilly music."

"If anybody gives you any trouble, just tell me about it," Henry said, "I'll set them straight."

Scott blushed slightly.

As the weeks went by, the two of them became very close friends, in spite of their differences. Scott would help Henry study by keeping him awake with conversation or playing something on his guitar. Henry would hang out with Scott a lot in public to deter any oversized bullies from messing with Scott.

The truth was, Scott was very attracted to Henry. He didn't say anything. Henry had a lot of girlfriends in the past, so he felt there was no reason to assume he would be attracted to a guy. Still, it was hard for Scott not to blush when Henry happened to be shirtless in the dorm room. Overtime, Scott started to long for Henry more than he could bear. They had long conversations that would go deep into the night, and soon Scott was fantasizing about a life together with Henry. Living with Henry was becoming a heartache.

One day, Henry felt blindsided when he received a piece a mail saying he was getting a new roommate, as Scott had requested a transfer.

Henry walked into the dorm room and held the letter out to Scott's face. "You mind telling me what this is all about?" Henry asked.

Scott looked away awkwardly. "It's just for the best is all," Scott said.

"I thought everything was going great," Henry said, "You're like, my best friend."

"I know," Scott said, "It's just what is best."

"How is it best?" asked Henry, "Did I do something? If I did, just tell me."

"I-I just can't," Scott said, struggling not to cry.

Seeing that Scott was becoming upset, Henry backed off. They sat in awkward silence for what felt like an eternity but was perhaps only a minute in real time. Scott left the room.

Henry laid there on his bed for a while lost in thought. He had never had a friend that cared so deeply about him before, and losing Scott felt almost like heartbreak. Could it be heartbreak? Henry had to admit that Scott was a very special person. No one laughed like Scott. Smiled like Scott. Did anything like Scott for that matter.

Later that evening, Scott came back. "I'm just here to get my things and go," he whimpered.

"No, you're not," Henry said.

"Look Henry," Scott said emotionally, "I can't explain it, but I just can't do this anymore."

Henry grabbed Scott's wrist and pulled Scott in between his legs. "I can't lose you," Henry said looking up at him, "I won't allow it."

Scott looked down at him in wonder. "You don't mean that the way I want you to mean it," he said.

Henry placed his hand behind Scott's neck and pulled Scott down to him. He kissed Scott's lips passionately, their tongues becoming entangled in each other.

Scott slowly sat down in Henry's lap, melting into the kiss. He moaned into Henry's mouth as Henry sucked on his tongue.

Henry began to plant kisses down the side of Scott's neck as Scott's hand went under Henry's shirt, his fingers enjoying the chiseled abs and chest hiding beneath.

Scott felt the bulge forming in Henry's pants and began to grind his ass against it, making Henry moan. Henry's hands clawed their way under Scott's shirt and up his backside. Scott pulled his shirt off as Henry's kisses reached his chest. Scott grabbed the bottom of Henry's shirt and pulled it off as Henry's hands clawed their way back down Scott's back, leaving slight red lines. Henry squeezed Scott's ass as he massaged it.

Scott's breathing became heavy as Henry began to pull Scott's pants and boxers off. "Get on all fours on my bed," Henry ordered. Scott obeyed, arching his back to show off his ass and his dangling cock to Henry.

Henry leaned in and began to slither his tongue into Scott's asshole, making Scott's body shake as Henry's tongue explored his walls. Henry reached in between Scott's legs and began to milk Scott's rod, making slow long strokes that caused Scott's foreskin to pass the head of his cock.

Scott's mouth hung open with desire as Henry pushed his face deeper into Scott's ass, his tongue penetrating the tightness of Scott's asshole. His hand stroked Scott's cock more fervently as his other hand tugged gently on Scott's sack.

"I want you so badly inside me Henry," Scott said breathily, "Are you trying to make me beg for it?"

Henry got up on his knees and undid his own pants and boxers. He began to grind the shaft of his manhood in between Scott's ass cheeks. Henry leaned in and whispered, "Maybe I am," before slithering his tongue into Scott's ear.

"Please fuck me Henry," he moaned, "I want your cock more than I ever wanted anything."

Henry thrusted his cock inside of Scott, sending shivers up Scott's spine. The girth of Henry's cock stretched his asshole as Henry began to pump into him slowly. Scott's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt Henry fuck him more fervently, making his own cock flop around uncontrollably.

Henry moaned, enjoying the tightness of Scott's asshole spasming against his manhood. He gripped Scott's curly hair tightly and pulled as he fucked Scott harder still. He felt his cum welling up inside of his cock as he rammed Scott.

Scott felt his cock throb violently as Henry's cock started to pulse inside of him. He moaned as he shot his load onto Henry's bed, simultaneously with Henry filling Scott's ass with his hot seed.

They both breathed heavily as Henry pulled out.

"I'm sorry I stained your sheets," Scott said.

Henry shrugged and said, "It's cool. We will be sharing your bed from now on anyway."

Scott smiled and they crawled into his bed and cuddled as they fell asleep.