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We’re in our third year of college now, at the same college, but with different majors. We see each other at every chance we get. We share a dorm, too, so we’re together a lot. We eat breakfast together, lunch together and dinner together. But we never get sick of each other.

There’s a football game on today and we’re going. We hold hands as we walk up the stalls and we hold hands as we take a seat on the bench next to each other. People don’t know us as ‘/Mikey/’ and ‘/Frank/’, they know us as ‘/Mikey and Frank/’. If you’re friends with one of us, you’re friends with both of us.

The game starts but we both get bored quickly. Neither of us are big fans of sports so we leave and you end up giving me a blowjob beneath the bleachers. Anyone could have caught us, but they were too wrapped up in the match to look below them to see you sucking my cock. With my cock in your mouth I felt higher than the world. It made me feel like all you cared about was me and my pleasure.

We went back to our dorm where I return the favour. I let you fuck me, though it wasn’t too much of a hardship for me. I loved having you fuck me and we had done it so many times now that there was no pain. You fucked me more than I fucked you, but I didn’t mind. I liked it that way. I liked the feeling of being beneath you (or sometimes on top of you) with your dick in my ass, slamming into my prostate. You knew where it was off by heart and so it takes you one thrust to hit it dead on and cause a wave of pleasure to spark through my body, igniting every nerve.

I come first onto our abdomens and after a few more thrusts against my spot you spill inside of me. We don’t use condoms anymore. Neither of us have had sex with anyone else (as far as you’re telling me, and I trust you) so there was no way that we can catch an STI.

You pull out and lean against me, leaving my come in between us as you kiss me hard on the mouth, your legs either side of my body and our flaccid cocks bumping. You grind against me, smearing my seed over our bodies. Our teeth clash and our tongues fight; our breathing falling heavily from our noses and onto each other’s cheeks.

We fall asleep for a few hours and wake up to take a shower together. We have an ensuite to our dorm. We had paid a little bit extra money to make sure that we had our own bathroom and it had been well worth it. I don’t think other people in the communal showers would appreciate showering in the same shower that we had fucked in before them.

We wash my seamen off of our bodies and sudd up with soap and shampoo. You wash my hair and I wash yours. You wash my body and I wash yours.

“I love you, Frank,” you tell me. The steam from the shower and the stream of water muffles your words a little but they still have the same meaning. You love me and I love you.

“I love you, too,” I tell you and lean on my tiptoes to kiss you. You wrap your hands around my neck, your fingers finding their way to my hair as we kiss. My hands are against your pectoral muscles and I play with your nipples.

We have sex again, under the stream of water. I give you a short blowjob before allowing you to enter me, using my saliva to lube you up a little bit – although we don’t need it. The water from the shower is perfectly sufficed. I just wanted to have your dick in my mouth for a little while.

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We sit next to each other at breakfast the next morning and we’re talking to our friends Amy, Tilly and Dave. Amy and Dave are also music majors, like me, and Tilly is with you for History. Amy’s telling us about a new band she’s heard recently and they’re playing in town soon so the five of us are going to go to their gig. We’re happy with it. You love going to gigs and I love doing what you love doing so I’m one-hundred-and-ten percent happy.

Breakfast is over and we have to go to class. I give you a big kiss goodbye and tell you that I love you. Our hands linger together until we’re too far away to still be touching and I wave to you as we walk apart. You blow a kiss to me and I catch it, box it and tuck it into my pocket. I see you laughing at me and I just smile back and wave again before turning around and walking to my lesson.

I grab my guitar and begin playing a song that I was writing for you. There aren’t any words to it yet; I don’t know how to express my feelings to you. It’s just a melody but I know that you’ll appreciate it and understand why I couldn’t write words to go with it. I think you’ll like it more this way, too. You’ll understand that there aren’t words to explain what we are. We’re so much more than words. We’re best friends, we’re lovers. We’re everything to each other.

I finish the song in the lesson as it’s a practical lesson and we’re allowed to just play.

I play you the song later when we’re back in our dorm and you cry with happiness and tell me you love me. Your cheeks are soaked with tears and I put my guitar down so that I can wrap my arms around you and kiss your glistening eyelashes. You have the prettiest eyelashes. They’re so long and they flutter when you blink. You give me butterfly kisses in the mornings to wake me up. You bat your eyelashes against my cheeks because you know how much I love it; love your eyelashes; love you.