Stories by Luke Hartwell

Author:Luke Hartwell [Hartwell, Luke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Gay, Amazon.com
ISBN: 9781499323610
Google: nrd5oAEACAAJ
Publisher: Createspace Independent Pub
Published: 2014-04-30T14:00:00+00:00

We were partners from that day forward. The courtship came after the sex, but we took it seriously. I never thought I’d have a wrestler, even a former one, as a partner. It was interesting. Wrestlers don’t think like normal people. They don’t eat like normal people either. But I liked everything about Michael, even the abnormal wrestling parts.

After a week together, I asked if I could videotape him while he masturbated. He agreed. I didn’t even have to tell him to look at the camera instead of his dick. He knew to do that, and even as he came, he was staring right into the lens. I’ve replayed that cum shot probably a hundred times since then. It is truly amazing. He arches his back so high that his entire body except for his head, shoulders, and feet are off the couch when he shoots, and he squirts five long streams of sperm across his chest, hitting his face twice, his neck and chin once, the other two landing between his nipples. Then a flood of semen oozes from his cock to complete the orgasm. I’ve never seen anyone do that, not even in porno flicks. The guy is truly amazing.

Before he began to masturbate, I took a still shot of his cock, which became my screensaver. I set it so that it slowly floats around on the screen, bumping off the edges. At Wagner I lived with three very anal guys in a four-room suite with a common living area and bathroom. Two of these guys don’t even count as roommates because they always stay in their rooms, and when they have to go to the bathroom, they fucking lock the doors to their room as if Stan or I plan to steal their stuff. Or maybe they’ve got something illegal going on behind those doors. All I know is I’ve never seen their rooms and don’t want to. They’re just creepy.

Stan, who is obviously the other roommate, and I, therefore, have the living area all to ourselves when we want it, although we actually spend most of our time in our rooms as well. But I was doing some homework in the common area one day and had to go pee, then decided while I was there I might as well go ahead and take my shower, totally forgetting about the laptop I had left in the common area and the screensaver I had uploaded. I thought about it when I was finishing my shower, threw a towel around me, and went to retrieve it. Too late. Stan had come in. But he wasn’t staring at my laptop, thank goodness. He was reading a magazine.

“Hey,” I said. We were sort-of friends. Well, no, we weren’t. It’s just that we weren’t freak-show cases like the other two guys, so we did hang out in the common area sometimes, and we went to the cafeteria to eat together pretty frequently, just so we wouldn’t have to go alone. But friends? No.

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