orientation-gay Jolias Finally Lets Go

[pasidious]

No one within the following narrative is below the age of 18.  Jolias is a character owned by another person, @MadMutter, and is being used here with permission (admittedly late).  There is no muscle-growth within this first section, but there will be a build-up.  And it will happen.

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The first time I laid eyes upon him, my whole world came to a screeching halt.

...Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration.  But who doesn't use a bit of poetic license when they describe a guy they not only find beautiful, but insanely hot?

He was in my American History class during my first ever semester of college.  That first day.  And it was the night class, too.  Only held once a week, but lasted almost three hours long.  I'd already had one day of classes, Monday, and then Tuesday my schedule weirdly only had a single class.  That one night class.  It was weird walking to a classroom building at 5:45pm.  I was already on a form of auto-pilot, just letting my legs guide me to my next scheduled college activity so I could get it over with.  I remember entering the room and the professor was overly enthusiastic about greeting each student as we walked in.  He didn't even look like a professor, either.  Relatively young guy who wore casual clothes like he was just going on a trip to the supermarket.  Which, honestly, helped me stay relaxed about what to expect.  I usually expect professors to be stiff and boring and strict.  But, the professor greeted me and handed me a syllabus personally, and I did a brief glance at it as I allowed my legs to continue to guide me to a seat in the back of the room.  But then I had to stop and realize the amount of us in the class seemed kind of small, and I'd definitely be the very odd one out if I chose a seat in the back while everyone else was several seats in front of me.  And the professor would surely ask me to sit closer anyway.  So I did a bit of a half-spin and selected a seat close to where I was already standing.  I dropped my satchel on the floor.  Gently, of course, and took the seat.

Now, being a bit of an introvert, I always try to avoid making any type of eye-contact with others when in a new environment.  So, up until this point, I hadn't even actually looked at a single other student in the room.  I knew they were there through periphery, but I wasn't actually paying any real attention to them.  Until now.

I had my new syllabus on top of my desk, and I was about to get my still clean notebook out of my satchel to prepare for the class when I caught a glimpse of the dude who was sitting right next to me.  I sort of did one of those double-take things.  Like, I looked at him, then back down at where I needed my hands to go, and then my heart thudded in my chest and my eyes immediately went back to where they'd briefly landed before.  

He was just... casually sitting in his seat.  His notebook was already on his desk, and he was fiddling with the pen in his right hand, letting it flip between his fingers.  His eyes were looking forward, and it was clear he was just zoned out, waiting for the beginning of the class.  He was wearing a light hoodie that zipped all the way up and down, and he didn't have it zipped at all.  And his T-shirt was orange, a stark but aesthetic contrast with his dark green hoodie.  His complexion was dark, and I could see he had these cute freckles on his face beneath his eyes.  His uniquely red eyes.  Those were what really drew my attention.  Red eyes.  I felt my heart thudding in my chest as I looked him over.  He had a small nose that fit his face perfectly, and his hair was this shaggy, long-ish dark brown that somewhat covered his ears.  And he had on these amazing light blue jeans that were perfectly clinging to his legs, showing off the contours of them without being ridiculously tight.  

He was beautiful.  And sexy.  Hot.  And it was like... imagine having a TV screen that gets cracked into a thousand little lines all over it, except for one single spot that's still intact and clear.  That was my new vision.  And he was the only thing in that one clear spot.

But then the entire screen shattered when...

"'Sup dude?"

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.  My attention had been on him for so long he understandably noticed the weirdo next to him staring at him.

I immediately diverted my attention elsewhere, anywhere, and uttered a swift "Hey."  I heard him chuckle as I shuffled through my satchel to finally get my notebook out.

But that was it.  He didn't say anything else.  The class began and we went through the usual first day things.  Of course, it went well beyond that, since this one class was the equivalent of three regular classes.  But the entire time, throughout the professor's lecturing and assigning of work, I couldn't help but steal glances at the dude next to me.  He diligently took notes and would sometimes doodle in his notebook.  He definitely had this smoldering quality.  A certain type of heat resonating from his sexiness.  And I just so badly wanted my hands, my lips all over his body.

His presence alone, knowing that this beautiful guy was next to me was so enrapturing that I hadn't even noticed that I was painfully hard.  And I mean painfully.  My average sized cock was so hard and pressed against the confines of my pants that it had begun to hurt.  The throbbing had reached a point that I could no longer ignore it, and it sent jolts up my body that I finally had to notice.  

I imagined him coming to my dorm.  Entering through the door and shutting it swiftly behind him.  Walking confidently in, almost strutting, smirking at me as I lay in my bed, and elegantly in one cool move pulling his shirt over his head and revealing a sexy body underneath, tight pecs and abs and toned arms, tossing his shirt to the side like it's just garbage, and pouncing on me.  We become interlocked with each other, our hands exploring each other's bodies, kissing everywhere, and every so often locking lips, running our hands through each other's hair.  And before long our pants are off, our hard throbbing cocks rubbing together as we press ourselves into one another, wanting so badly to become one.  He presses down on my shoulders, pushing himself up, his tight pecs clenching together, and he simply smirks at me, his blazingly hot and simultaneously cute face making me quiver, and he reaches back and lifts my legs up, positioning himself to enter my hole.  I close my eyes, his throbbing rod, eight inches of hard, pure sex about to plunge into my ass where it belongs.  And as soon as his tip makes contact...

"Yo!"

I'm startled out of my little daydream, immediately and first noticing my crotch feels wet and my cock is still painfully hard.  But then I notice eyes on me, and the professor himself is the one who called out to get my attention.  I'd been leaking pre so profusely I felt like I'd actually blown my load.

"You okay there, bud?"

I was shaken, to say the least, but also embarrassed that I'd allowed myself to become so entrenched in my own daydream that I'd forgotten I was even in a class.  And the object of my fantasy was still sitting right beside me, his eyes also upon me, and I could see through my peripheral vision that he had a seemingly amused look on his face.  So embarrassing.  I wanted to just disappear.  Not just die, but to cease from existing.

"Uhhh..." I managed to get out, frantically searching in my brain for some sort of plausible explanation for my zoning out.  But the professor saved me from myself.

"I know this is boring, but we're almost done.  Try 'n' get some more rest for next class, yeah?" he said, a kind smile on his face but a sternness in his voice.  And then he glanced around the entire room and spoke further on the matter, "I know it's an unusual time for a class and for probably all of you the first time you've ever had such a late class.  Be prepared and rested!"  And then he continued with his lecturing.

Still embarrassed, I sat there, focusing on the front of the room and listening to the professor speak.  I didn't even want to acknowledge the godly presence next to me, but my still hard, throbbing, and now wet dick was a stark reminder.  And I noticed he kept glancing at me every few minutes.  I still wanted to disappear.  If there was even a small chance he was gay, there was an even lesser chance he'd ever be into me now.  I imagined I'd have greater luck being struck by lightning twice in the same day while winning the lottery.

But my cock just never calmed down.

***

"Yo dude, wait up."

I was attempting to scurry away and back to my dorm before I got caught in any conversation with literally anyone from that class which might potentially involve the topic of my weird escape from reality.  I had to tie my hoodie around my waist to hide the blatantly obvious wet spot that had formed.  And it was hard to do while still sitting down since the desk itself was still obscuring the sight of it.

I heard the voice calling to me, but I desperately hoped it was directed at someone else.  I had no intention of talking to anyone.

But then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I was so close to exiting the building.  So who the hell wanted to chat?

Well, of course it was none other than the very object of my fantasy.  The one guy who'd ever sent me into such a horny torrent of imagination in my entire life to this point.  My heart was rapidly sinking and I once again wanted to disappear as though I never even existed.

He grasped my shoulder and actually had to spin me a little since my subconscious was forcing me to pretend I heard and felt nothing.  But when I was forced to face him, I was no longer within reach of an escape option.

"You alright, man?" he asked, looking into my face with what appeared to be genuine concern.

"Uhh, yeah... thanks," I muttered.  I wasn't at all sure of how to even respond properly to make him go away.

"You don't seem like it, though.  I've seen daydreaming before, but you were almost like... in a coma or something."

'Oh if you only knew what I was daydreaming about,' I thought to myself.  But then my heart thudded in my chest when I realized he knew I was daydreaming and not simply zoned out.  What else did he notice?!

I tried to play it cool.  "You're perceptive as hell, man.  How'd you know I was daydreaming?"  I tried to smile.

"Just the look on your face.  Your expression kept changing."  But then he smirked.  "And, uh, it was hard to ignore the tent you were pitchin'."

FUCK.  So he noticed that.  But... he was looking.  At my crotch.  Which means... might he be gay?

"Just... horny is all," I tried to coolly say.  "Been a while, know what I mean?"

"Yeah, sure..." he muttered, still grinning a little.  We then stood there in an awkward silence, and I began searching for a way to end the interaction so I could get back to my dorm and take care of... business.  My cock was still hard as a lead pipe.  

But then he spoke.  And I was completely shocked by what he said.

"Wanna get a bite?"

I almost had to shake myself from the disbelief.  I know, I know... I'm being dramatic.  People get food together all the time.  But with him?!  Why would he want to get food with me?

"Err, uh..."

"Dude, come on, you gotta be hungry.  That class took forever."

"I guess," I unenthusiastically replied, and realized I'd better change my tone.  This dude is hot.  And super cool, at least so far.  And the first person to reach out in any way that indicated an attempt at friendship since I've been at this school.  Which, admittedly, hasn't been long, but I can't come across as antisocial.  "I mean..." I stammered, "Yeah!  I'm hungry as shit.  Where you wanna go?"

He giggled a little, "Duh, dude, the Den?"  The Den is the name of the school cafeteria.

"Isn't that closed?  Pretty sure they close at 8."

I saw his eyes widen before clenching them shut.  "Shit, yeah, forgot they close.  Ain't used to this late class thing."

"What's nearby?"

"I dunno, I think maybe a Denny's?  I swear I saw one up the street."

I took out my phone and did a search for a Denny's in the surrounding area.  And sure enough, there was one right up the street just outside of the campus grounds.  We could walk there.  "Yeah, yeah... There's a Denny's up the street from here.  We could walk there, if you want."

"Sweet," he said, a smile spreading on his face.  "Let's go!"

"Don't you wanna, y'know, drop your stuff off at your dorm?" I asked.

"Nah, dude, it'll take too long.  I'm hungry now," he excitedly stated.  He then surprised the shit out of me by grabbing my forearm and pulled me out through the doors of the building.  "Where we going?" he asked, letting go of my arm.

I looked at my phone again to get a bearing.  "This way," I stated, and began walking.  And he suddenly appeared at my side.  

"Jolias, by the way," he said, nudging his shoulder into mine.  I noticed for the first time, finally, that he was actually shorter than me.  I was already kind of short, in my opinion, at 5'9".  He was maybe two inches shorter.  I initially imagined him taller, but now he seemed even cuter.  And still sexy as hell.

"Mike," I said, responding with my own name.

And my cock continued to throb in time with our steps.

[jujumusclelover717]

i love your stories! can't wait to read what's next!!!

[MadMutter]

Oh. My. God. This made my week. Objectively speaking, this is fantastic writing! An amazing setup and super interesting engaging characters. Hell, even the side characters are super interesting! I was completely in the story as I read it.

I am just speechless to be honest. I could keep on praising for days, man! It's so fantastic reading something from you again, and that It's the Jolias story makes it even better! You rock!

[Azerreza]

Oh gosh ! @pasidious !!! You missed us so much ! ^^

Fabulous story, as you know how to do so well !!!

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Can't wait to see where this goes!