An artist's crush

My name is Roger, and I am an art student. I am currently living in campus, away from my parents, which is a dream come true. I am very glad I get to experience an exciting university life away from home. My classes are very interesting as well, and overall I have a lot of good friends. Everything goes well so far, even though I am only two semesters into the major. I wonder if the rest of University was going to be as good as this has been up until now.

I am a straight A’s student, have always been so. I attend all my classes on time and tend to study a lot, even overnight. Having to balance a social life in campus, as well as scheduling all my study and class time together was the hardest part from my college experience. This did not exactly cut short my time to have fun, but I could use some more to be honest.

Usually, all my classmates would go out on dates with people, and I was a bit jealous of that. My studying and scheduling did not leave me much time to focus on dating. There was, however, a guy that I had my eye on. His name is Tim, and he goes to my class on studies of animation. He is certainly nice, even if we have not talked much. Tim and I would usually work together for class projects. I do not know if he is into guys, but I really enjoyed his company.

The weekend was arriving, and surprisingly enough, I had no tests the following week so I could kick back and enjoy some off time. Which usually translated to drawing in my dorm or having a few friends over to binge watch a new series and eat junk food. I was not exactly a social butterfly, but I was content with the friends I had. It is not like it was a bad thing to have just a few.

Word spread about a party that was going to happen in a dorm building close to mine, and that was the hot event of the weekend. I would constantly get invited to these, but it would always be on weekends when I was busy studying. I was considering going to this weekend’s party, especially because it was in Tim’s dorm building. There was a change he would go there.

So, night fell over campus, and I could see through my window people already on their way to the dormitory party. Most of them were carrying alcohol bottles and boxes of beer, and I at least had an idea of who these strangers were, so my willingness to go to the party increased. I would not just stand as an outcast. So, I began to dress up and went to the nearby convenience store to buy something to take. I got a pineapple flavored vodka bottle, and bought some Sprite to mix it with. I was not a big drinker, but there were things I liked to drink.

Then, I made way to the party. On my way there, I found my friend Natasha and we walked to the dorm together. “This party is going to be wild!” she said. “Since almost no one has tests next week, everybody wants to wind down at the party” she continued. It seemed like the timing was right; maybe I could even make some new friends there as well.

Before long, we reached the dorm, which was chock-full of people, some talking outside, and even more people arriving as we did. We quickly got inside to find a table of beer pong, and decided to join for a game. I noticed Tim on a corner, focused on his phone and not paying much attention to the party, with a drink on his hand.

I was distracted, staring at him from time to time. As the party progressed, he seemed to become more worried and upset about something, and would keep his eyes glued to his phone, typing very fast. I wonder what was going on. After a few round of beer pong, I proposed having the vodka, and the others agreed. We turned it into a game of vodka pong.

After a few matches, I was already feeling a little drunk. I did not play very well. Then, I decided to leave the table. Natasha was already making out with a guy, so I did not go to where she was. I saw Tim was still on the corner, looking almost as if he wanted to cry. My drunk senses took control of me, and directed me to where Tim was standing. It was brave; Tim and I would never talk outside of class, but I thought this was the perfect time for it.

“Hey” I said, handing him a cup with vodka. “Thank you” he said, quickly shoving his phone into his pocket. “I’ve noticed you’re a bit zoned out, are you okay?” I asked with a slight concern. Maybe I was invading him too much. “Yeah, it’s just that I asked my friend to come and he did not. Full of excuses. I do not understand” He said, looking down to his cup, then drinking. “Maybe it’s easier to just accept he did not want to come. Enjoy the party by yourself!” I said in a drunk, cheerful tone. He smiled. “You’re right” he added.

We spent the rest of the night talking and drinking, and he got quite drunk faster than me. Maybe he was even more lightweight. “I’m feeling a bit dizzy. Want to go to my room?” he asked in a low voice. “Sure thing” I said, driven by the alcohol in my body. We got to his room, and he locked the door. We began making out right on the spot, as expected. Then, we sat down on a couch that was in the room, continuing our make out session.

Tim stopped kissing me, then frowned. “What happened, is everything okay?” I asked, worrying I had done something wrong. “I’m sorry, it’s just that… I really liked my friend who was to come, but he always leaves me waiting.” He sounded sad now. I had never seen Tim be sad. I patted his back. “If he does not do anything to even see you, you should not even bother to ask him out” I said while trying to comfort him. “You’re right” he said, now managing a smile.

Then, I kissed him again, and he gave him. Before long, we both had taken off our shirts. I could not really believe what was going on, but I went with the flow. After kissing, without realizing, I had his dick in my mouth, and before long, we were doing a 69 on his couch, he was also very good at giving head. Still, he looked as innocent as ever, even while sucking dick. We continued making out, blowing each other off and also jerking each other off. He had told me he did not want full intercourse that night.

Tim’s dick was bigger than expected, and I certainly had my mouth full while pleasing him. Before long, he came a big load inside my mouth, and his moaning in pleasure was music to my ears. It was a bit shocking to be having oral sex with my crush so quickly, but I did enjoy it a lot. He jerked me off and let me come over his cute face.

Afterwards, we continued to kiss on the couch, and then we went to take a quick shower. The effects of the alcohol were beginning to disappear as the cold water poured over us. I then came to realize I was really taking a shower with Tim, and we had just came on each other’s faces. After the shower, we went back to the party, probably too sober and awkward to continue exploring our bodies.

The rest of the party went well, and I managed to get Tim’s number, ensuring we would talk more outside of class now. That, and the fact I almost fucked him, were enough to make my night completely worth the while. Natasha was too drunk, so I decided to take her to my dorm. “I’ll leave now” I told Tim, who would no longer look at his phone through the night. “I’ll see you around” he said with a smile, then kissing me.

While walking to the dorm, my drunk friend Natasha told me how she fucked with 3 different guys at the party, and asked me where the hell had I been gone. “I had fun while you had fun that is all” I said to her, then letting a big smile over my face. “You hoe, I saw you with that Tim, I know you like him” she said, then started laughing. I laughed too. “Okay, you got me. I was having fun with Tim. I think we will continue to get to know each other better” She laughed.