OH SHIT I SUCKED MY STUDY BUDDY'S DICK?!

Man, late-night cram sessions are the worst. But with finals breathing down my neck, I didn't have a choice. That's how I ended up at Raj's dorm room, textbooks spread out like a battlefield on his bed. Raj Patel—smart as hell, Indian kid from down the hall who'd been my go-to study buddy since freshman year. We'd grind through econ notes together, bitch about professors, split late-night pizza. Nothing weird. Just bros surviving college.

Tonight felt heavier though. It was past midnight, campus dead quiet except for the hum of his mini-fridge. I'd crashed here before, no big deal. But Raj kept glancing at me funny, his dark eyes lingering a second too long. He was shirtless—said the room was too stuffy—his smooth brown chest glistening a bit from the heat. Lean muscles from pickup basketball. I tried not to stare. Tried.

"Yo, focus," he said, chuckling as he nudged my knee with his. His hand brushed my thigh accidental-like. Or was it? My dick twitched in my sweats. Shit, ignore it.

We powered through derivatives and supply curves for another hour. My brain was mush. I stretched, groaning. "Fuck this. Need a break."

Raj grinned, all teeth. "Yeah? What you got in mind?"

"Dunno. Beer? Nap?" I laughed, but he didn't. He just looked at me, biting his lip. The air got thick. His knee pressed against mine now, deliberate.

"You ever wonder...?" He trailed off, voice low.

"Wonder what?" My heart picked up. Stupid question.

He shrugged, but his hand stayed on my thigh. Warm. Heavy. "If we'd be better at relaxing together."

Dude. What? I froze. Raj was straight, right? We'd talked girls before. But his fingers squeezed, sliding up an inch. My cock stirred for real now, thickening against the cotton. Heat rushed my face.

"Raj, man..."

"Shh." He leaned in, breath hot on my neck. "Just... experimenting. For science." He smirked, but his eyes were serious. Hungry.

I should've pulled away. But I didn't. His hand cupped my bulge through the sweats. Firm grip. I gasped, hips bucking involuntary. "Fuck."

"See? You want it." He tugged the waistband down slow. My dick sprang free—hard as rock, seven inches throbbing, uncut foreskin pulled back a bit from the arousal. Pre-cum beading at the slit. Raj's eyes widened. "Damn, Alex. Nice."

Alex Rivera here—half-Mexican, half-white mutt from Texas. Never done this with a guy. But Raj's stare? Made me leak more.

He wrapped his fingers around the shaft. Stroked once, thumb smearing the pre-cum over the head. Electric jolt straight to my balls. "Oh shit," I muttered.

"You like that?" His voice husky, accent thicker now.

"Yeah." No point lying. He pumped again, slower. Skin sliding slick. I throbbed in his palm, veins pulsing.

He scooted closer on the bed, textbooks shoved aside. The mattress dipped. His free hand pushed my shirt up, palm flat on my abs. Warm. Callused from weights. Then he bent down.

Holy fuck. Raj's mouth hovered an inch from my cockhead. His breath ghosted over it—hot, teasing. I gripped the sheets. "Raj..."

He looked up, mischievous. "Relax, study buddy." Then his lips parted. Tongue flicked out, lapping the pre-cum pearl. Salty-sweet tang hit him; he hummed approval. Vibration shot through me.

Then he sucked the tip in. Wet heat engulfed the head. Lips sealed tight, sucking gentle at first. Tongue swirled the ridge, probing the slit. I groaned loud, head falling back. Felt like velvet fire. No girl's mouth ever worked me like this—precise, eager.

"Fuuuck." My hand found his hair—black, thick, soft. Not pushing. Just holding.

He took more. Half my length now, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed. Slurping sounds filled the room—wet, obscene. Saliva dripped down my shaft, coating his fist as he stroked the base. Twist on the upstroke. Perfect rhythm. My balls tightened already.

"God, Raj. That's... insane." I panted, watching him. His brown eyes locked on mine, watering a bit from the depth. He gagged once—tried deepthroating—and pulled back coughing spit. Laughed through it. "Too big for ya?" I teased, hips rolling up.

He grinned around my dick. "Challenge accepted." Dove back in. Relaxed his throat this time. Fuck—nose hit my pubes. Whole shaft buried in his face. Throat muscles clenched rhythmic. Milking me.

I lost it. "Shit, shit—gonna..." Warned him. But he didn't stop. Sucked harder, hand cupping my sack, rolling the balls gentle. One finger teased my taint.

Bliss hit. Balls drew up tight. First rope blasted down his throat—hot, thick spurts. He swallowed greedy, gulping audible. Kept sucking, drawing out every pulse. Second shot coated his tongue; he moaned, savoring. Third and fourth overflowed, dribbling from the corners of his mouth. White streaks on his chin. Salty musk hung heavy in the air.

I collapsed back, chest heaving. Raj popped off slow, lips shiny with spit and cum. Licked them clean. "Told you we'd relax better."

I stared at the ceiling, buzzed. "Dude... that was..."

He wiped his mouth, smirking. "Your turn?"

Nah, not yet. Brain still spinning. But damn, study buddy just changed everything.

We cleaned up quick—tissues from his desk. He tossed me a water bottle. "Hydrate. Round two after this chapter?"

I laughed, shaky. Pulled my sweats up. Dick still semi-hard, sensitive. "You're on."

But we didn't study. Not really. His hand kept wandering back to my thigh. Mine to his chest. Tracing the sparse hair there, tweaking a nipple. He hissed, bulge tenting his shorts obvious.

"Tell me you want it," he murmured, nipping my earlobe.

"I want it." Honest. Curiosity burned now. Lust too.

He stood, dropped his shorts. His cock—uncircumcised, thicker than mine, maybe six inches curved up. Darker skin, heavy balls hanging low. Veiny. Already leaking.

I swallowed. Nervous. Excited. "Never done this."

Raj cupped my jaw. "Me neither. Not with a guy." Kissed me then—first time lips met. Soft, then hungry. Tongues tangled, tasting myself on him. Mint and salt.

He guided me down. "Just like I did. Suck it like a lollipop."

Kneeling on the carpet—rough on my knees—I gripped his base. Foreskin peeled back easy, exposing the purple head. Shiny. Musky scent hit me—clean sweat, man. I licked tentative. Briny pre-cum. Not bad.

Emboldened, I sucked the head in. Mimicked him—tongue swirl, lips tight. He groaned deep, hand in my hair. "Yes, Alex. Fuck yeah."

Took more. Filled my mouth—stretchy, hot. Veins pulsed on my tongue. I bobbed awkward at first, teeth grazing accidental. He didn't care. Thrust shallow. "Suck harder."

I did. Hollowed cheeks, slurped loud. Saliva pooled, dripping to his balls. Cupped them—heavy, warm. Rolled gentle like he did. His moans grew—raspy, urgent. Hips fucked my face now, careful.

"Shit, your mouth... so good." He panted. Pre-cum flowed steady, coating my throat.

Gagged when he went deep. Pulled back, strings of spit connecting us. Coughed. He chuckled. "Easy, buddy."

Went again. Faster. Hand stroking what I couldn't swallow. Twisting. Wet schlick-schlick. Balls drew up. He tensed. "Close... fuck, Alex!"

Hot jet hit my tongue—bitter-salt explosion. Swallowed most, but second spurt overflowed, down my chin. Third painted my lips. He kept pumping, milking it out. Grunts animal. Finally spent, he sagged against the desk.

I rose, wiping my face. Tasted him still. We grinned like idiots.

"That was... us," he said. Pulled me into a hug. Naked now, both. Sweaty skin stuck.

Friends to... whatever this was. Lovers? Felt right.

We crashed on his bed, textbooks forgotten. His head on my chest. My arm around him. Quiet settled. No words. Just breaths syncing. Silence.

But wait—nah, story's not over. That was just the spark. Next morning, coffee in hand, we pretended to study. But his foot hooked mine under the desk. Tease.

By noon, door locked. Clothes off again. This time, mutual. Side by side on the bed, jerking each other slow. Comparing. His grip firmer, mine sloppier. Pre-cum lubed us slick.

"Ever think about more?" he whispered.

"Like what?" But I knew.

"Fucking."

My cock jumped in his hand. "Yeah."

He grabbed lube from his drawer—prepared, huh? Smirking. "Your ass or mine?"

I hesitated. "Yours first."

Rolled him over. Ass up—round, firm, smooth. Hole winked pink. I slathered fingers, worked one in slow. Tight ring clenched. He pushed back. "More."

Two fingers. Scissoring. Prostate bump made him yelp, leak pre on the sheets. "Now. Fuck me."

Lined up. Head kissed his hole. Pushed. Resisted—then popped in. Heat vise-grip. Inch by inch buried. Balls-deep. Groaned together.

Slow thrusts first. Building. His ass milked me rhythmic. Sweat dripped. Smack of skin. Grunts.

"Faster." He begged. Fucked hard then. Bed creaked. Balls slapped his taint. Wet suction sounds.

He stroked himself frantic. "Gonna cum!"

Me too. Clenched. Blasted inside—ropes flooding his guts. Warm clench pulled it deeper. He shot on the sheets, moaning my name.

Collapsed. Switched. My turn under him. Lube fresh. He entered careful. Stretch-burn-pleasure. Filled me full. Prostates sparks.

Pounded steady. His weight pinned delicious. Kissing sloppy. Climax hit him—cum filling me hot. Pushed me over. Shot between us, sticky mess.

Panting. Holding.

Not done. Afternoon blurred. 69 next—heads buried in crotches. Sucking lazy, then frantic. Cum swapped again. Tasted mingled.

Dinner break—ramen. Fed each other bites. Laughing. Flirty.

Back to bed. Slow grind. Face to face, legs tangled. Frotting—cocks sliding slick with spit. Mutual handjobs. Climaxes synced. Cum pooling on abs.

Night fell. Finals? Forgotten. Just us. Exploring every inch.

His mouth on my nipples. Biting. Fingers in my ass again, prostate massage till I begged. Came hands-free—shameful spurt.

My turn rimming him. Tongue probing. Musky tang. He writhed, came untouched.

Hours passed. Bodies sore, slick. Sated.

Finally, dawn light creeping. Exhausted. Curled together. No more words. Silence wrapped us tight. Quiet breaths. Heartbeats. The end of frenzy. Peace.

Word count hit roughly—story complete. But yeah, that silence? Perfect.